☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc (Fantasy AU)
touch-starved || accepting || v;; fantastical journey
Every touch from Twe’laeth is taken with great appreciation. Although their kingdom has fallen, Kyl’faer knows how much he means to his guard, and likewise– Twe’laeth is the only Kyl’faer trusts so deeply- enough to curl up with him at night. Enough to communicate with just a glance-
The hand on his back is comforting, but more than just for the sake of knowing Twe’laeth is there. Nerves are shot after weeks in the woods, on the move after the destruction of their home. Weeks of listening for every suspicious noise, every twig snap heavier than that from an animal, of paranoia and sleepless nights.
Curling into the blond, Kyl’faer feels safe- something becoming less and less the norm for him. Even when war was threatening the gates, he felt more safe than he does in the open woods, his magic every now and then becoming too much since their escape. Before, it was well controlled, kept down by the wards on the palace, but out here--
It’s overwhelming. The world is overwhelming- a world he’d wanted to see, but not like this- hands find purchase on Twe’laeth’s form-- in his hands, in his clothing, something to hold onto, to ground himself.
