yasha would like to kiss the bard ♡ @heavenlyraged.
they’ve been doing far too much dancing around the tension & far too little dancing with one another, if you were to ask elsie’s opinion. sometimes, when they sit close together, one of their hands will find its way on top of the other’s -- sometimes, when they walk close together, their fingers will brush. they always inevitably draw back. why do they do that? neither bard nor barbarian are a fire; neither is capable of burning the other. at least, not like that. not like anything if they won’t just... give in, finally. if you were to ask elsie’s opinion again, she might also tell you that something like that is far easier said than done, however.
that might be why it’s the stronger of the pair that surrenders first.
elsie certainly couldn’t tell you what it is about this night that made it the night. nothing seems too different. they’ve been keeping pleasant company around the firelight. the party’s winding down, but their newest member is stubbornly not tired. she wants to watch the stars for a little longer. the closer they grow to familiar lands, the more she can pick out constellations she grew up tracing. it’s relieving. their hands are rested one on top of the other again, until yasha’s draws away.
this time, it doesn’t simply disappear; it reaches for the bard’s face, catches the curve of her chin & turns her so that their gazes can meet. elsie’s is quizzical. she doesn’t get a single word out before their lips meet, however. a thousand questions burst into her mind all at once and she forcibly silences each one. for her, that’s a feat in and of itself. kissing back comes slowly, but once she’s sure that yasha isn’t going to abandon the gesture, she leans into it happily.
