#firepassed

[tridaggers]

@firepassed said: was i sleeping?

{ its on my blog }

He hummed in affirmation, a dopey smile on his face because it almost always was when it came to Keyleth, how could it not be. "Only for a minute," he assured, a hand going to her face to move a strand of hair behind her ear.

[exandriian]

[ NUZZLE ] sender presses their face into receiver’s neck- ( Keyleth ) @firepassed

   Her breath is WARM against his skin, a feeling so familiar and yet so foreign at the same time. It’s been a while since he’s been able to visit, especially in this form, and Vax’ildan wants to take in every moment of it, even though he knows that it’s selfish.

   He should be allowing Keyleth to MOVE ON, to find someone who can be with her every second of every day, and yet he cannot seem to stay away. His hands trail up her back, the warmth of her skin a welcome reprieve from what he’s used to these days.

   “Kiki.” Her name spoken quietly, almost divine, as if he’s AFRAID he’ll forget if he doesn’t say it. “Kiki...”

[bookofvesper]

[ @willowdied​ sent from Keyleth ]

“You’ve been crying. I can tell.”

She admired Keyleth. However annoyed with the woman she was at this moment, she wouldn’t snap at her, she wouldn’t shout or tell her to leave her be. It would be desperately unbecoming. Unlady like. The de Rolos were not know for displaying such horrid displays of emotion.

So Vesper often ventured to the cemetery to cry and weep and feel sorry for herself as much as she pleased. She knew it unnerved Cassandra and Percy both when she became more emotional than they were comfortable with. Taking long walks to the Greyfield was somewhat expected of her. She didn’t often take company, or expect it. The priest of the nearby temple didn’t venture to attempt to comfort her any longer, she visited so often lately.

“People often cry in a graveyard, Lady Keyleth...”

[exandriian]

[ TUG ] receiver, trying to get ready for the day, is pulled back into bed by sender ( reverse ) - ( Keyleth ) @firepassed

        He knows BETTER than to keep her from her very important work for too long, but the truth is: It’s hard to let get go when she looks so perfect in the early morning light, with her hair splayed out across the pillow, wearing almost nothing beneath the sheets.

       Her work never really STOPS either, always a voice and a protector to her people, and so Vax likes to say that he needs to get as much time with her as he can, whenever he can.

      “Just five more minutes.” He then whispers, leaning down to press his lips to her neck as he traps her between his ARMS. “Please?”

[exandriian]

❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜ - ( Keyleth ) @firepassed​

        Vax doesn’t have to be told TWICE.

   He knows that their time is precious, maybe even more so than anyone, and while he never wants her to feel pressured, he wants her to know that he does love her, and whatever time she’s willing to spend with him, doing whatever, he will TREASURE.

   With his lips curved into a smile he reaches over to intertwine their fingers, eyes on her now instead of on the fire that’s burning low. All of their friends are asleep, and while it’s their turn to keep watch, he can’t quite keep his eyes off her. “This is nice.”

[amillixnvoicesarch]

[ ask ] - for receiver to ask sender about their scar/s - ( Keyleth ) @firepassed

   It’s a small scar on her WRIST, barely visible if you’re not actually looking for it, and while Vax hadn’t been looking, he had found it anyway, tracing his fingers over Kiki’s hand and arms. He liked the way he could make goosebumps appear on her skin with such a simple touch.

   “Where’s THAT one from?” He asks, leaning in to press a soft kiss to it before pulling back to look at her, his eyes warm and his expression soft.