#falsecantus

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Because i owed drawins to @falsecantus @rust-and-revolution and @galranrepard

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✲ RIP Val — Have fun, Nakul. 😘

Kiss Drabbles for shits and giggles - (Gimme)

(Rando) ✿ for a playful turned possessive kiss

    It’s somewhere between a few glasses of something strong that it happens. A touch turns to a caress, moving closer until she can smell the alcohol on the other’s breath, something her hazy mind only just picks up on before Valoren moves to peck her nose.

    The kiss is short and chaste, following by a bubbling bell-like ringing of giggles escaping her chest, leaving Nakul in a rare moment of speechlessness. The pecks continue, across the planes of their cheeks, down their jaw, a few less innocent ones to the pulse of Valoren’s neck, lingering ones at the corner of her own mouth; until something silent passes between them, a moment of hesitation before Valoren is leaning in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that doesn’t abate in its intensity as the seconds tick by.

    Nakul’s brow furrows, eyes still screwed shut, but she doesn’t pull away from the embrace, quite the contrary, her hands curve to cup both sides of Valoren’s face with an unexpected level of gentleness. Her lips are soft and firm over the other’s, sliding and pressing with calculated care, measuring her reaction in every moment as she explores the soft dips of her mouth.

    The tips of Valoren’s claws prick and drag against her back, smoothing over her waist as she responds, both of their heads angling simultaneously to deepen this… whatever this is. Truly, Nakul herself didn’t know what came over her, nor why she was letting it continue. She could only focus on the warmth of her closeness, utterly lost in the sensation of the moment. Slender arms tighten to form a cage that only draw the Commander closer, paired with a soft sound from the back of Valoren’s throat, egging her onwards.

    Lips break for quick greedy pants of air before diving in for another kiss, Nakul’s hand sliding to the back of her neck, threading in the mess of long locks, anchoring her there as she presses closer still, a rough growl staining her breath as the urgency increases, becoming slightly more bold as the other meets her again and again.

    Needle-like teeth carefully toy with Valoren’s bottom lip, giving an experimental drag that leaves them flushed, accompanied by a tiny bead of blood that’s quickly lapped up by a sweep of her tongue.

    She very nearly delves back in before catching herself, wrenching away with a snarl on her breath; this was not how she behaved, giving in to passing whims, and certainly not getting so caught up in them. Nakul licks her lips, still tasting her, her blood, the sweet flavor of her lipstick, and eyes the woman across from her, equally attempting to catch her breath, lips swollen and cheeks flushed from the outburst.

    She was…beautiful.

        No.

            No.

    Nakul sighs, peeling herself away with a deep scowl marring her features.

    “ Stop this. You’re drunk. We both are. I…I can’t. ”

[cairis-in-the-field]

❣: But the challenge — it’s a cute and platonic kiss, like on the forehead or something.

Kiss Drabbles || Accepting || @falsecantus

It had been a whole thing - a new planet acquired without force; a world full of people rescued from extinction by the Empire and gladly welcoming alliance with the Galra.

The propaganda team had turned out in force, dressed in their civilian uniforms, to record the festivities as well as extol Empire virtues.

All newcomers to the planet had been warned that rain showers “popped up” randomly.  Natives handed out rain gear to anyone they saw didn’t have any on hand.

Cairis and Valoren were on their way to a town square to put on a show when, suddenly: rain.

They had one umbrella between them.

Figuring out quickly that it wouldn’t cover both of them, Cairis simply held it over Valoren.  As The Voice was the one who would mostly be on the stage and definitely the one speaking, she should be the one to remain dry.

They hurried through the rain to the town square and ducked into the small building attached to the amphitheater.

“Thank you, Cai–”

Valoren’s voice broke off as she turned to her subordinate and found the Snilian utterly soaked.

Cairis’ mane was plastered to her head and her ears were bedraggled into furry clumps and weighted down by the rainwater.  It was pouring down her face and from her uniform in rivulets.

Valoren couldn’t help it: she laughed.

“You poor thing,” she crooned through her chuckles.  "You look half-drowned!“

“Fitting, as I feel half-drowned,” Cairis muttered, scowling.

Valoren snorted, shook her head, and then caught hold of the shorter woman and pulled her closer.  She smooched a kiss to the Snilian’s forehead.

“Thank you, Cairis,” she murmured.  "I appreciate your sacrifice.“

Cairis grinned - and then, grimaced, and hooked her thumb over her shoulder.

"I’m going to go shake off,” she announced.

She went off to find a place where Valoren wasn’t to get the majority of the water off of her.

Valoren watched her subordinate go and then turned towards the stage door and put her gladface on.

It was time to go to work.

[cairis-in-the-field]

Memory Meme: 💚 - Guilty

Memories || Accepting || @falsecantus

Cairis stood nearby, observing Valoren and Haxus talking with one another in easy tones; their stances relaxed and body language inviting.  She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but both of them had subtle, warm expressions.

Haxus’ gaze turned towards her and Cairis winced a smile, waved, and then walked away.

She couldn’t help rubbing a thumb over the scars Haxus had left on her wrist; couldn’t help remembering his rightful and righteous anger at her bad behavior that had not only been an insult but an inconvenience as well.

Fortunately: he’d let her live to learn her lesson - and so she had.  But she still felt guilty for having put him through all that in the first place.

[cairis-in-the-field]

roam: Lets see what sort of disaster ensues.

Drabbles || Accepting || @falsecantus

“Where in aallaena are we?”

Cairis shook her head.  “I don’t know.  That storm came up and knocked us to hudo and gone.  Let me get up a tree and scout.”

She made her way through the debris of vegetation and the small personal flyer she and Val had been in; all of it victim to a violent storm that had cropped up and caught them before they could complete evasive maneuvers.

Cairis found a tall enough and sturdy enough tree; made her way up until she could get a clear field of view.  She grimaced at the destruction in the local area, but found what she needed.

She hopped her way down and went to where Valoren had assembled their personal packs and an emergency kit.

“There’s a town not too far away - a long walk, but not impossible,” Cairis reported.  “It lies along maglev tracks.  Those are a mess, too, but will get us in the right direction.”

Valoren nodded.  “Sensible plan.  Ready to walk?”

Cairis grinned.  “If you are.”

She tied the emergency kit to her pack and strapped that on.  Valoren shrugged into her pack.

And they made their way to the tracks.

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(S.C)     @falsecantus

         “ Oh just give it to me straight -- I’m losing my patience for idle chatter. ”

[cairis-in-the-field]

falsecantus replied to your post: winekita replied to your post: ...

Valoren hates both of you.

Smooch to you, too, Boss.  >=]

[cairis-in-the-field]

falsecantus replied to your post: ��~

Translation: Val maybe needs to send some of her texts for once.

I figure those were texts Cairis not-sent in the early days of working for The Voice; when she wasn’t yet settled into her job and hadn’t gotten the attitude and the rhythm down, yet.