oh those cuddle prompts are so cute!! what about 34 for corishtola? 💜
ty sydney!! sorry this took so long omg
34. leaning back against the other while they're hugging them from behind || 404 words || Endwalker location spoilers (but not plot!)
“‘Tis rather early to be at the library, isn’t it?”
The words are spoken softly, but the familiarity of the voice tugs Y’shtola’s attention from her reading, a tenderness unfurling warm and languid in her chest at the sound of it. She has just enough time to lower her book before Corisande’s arms wrap across her chest from behind.
“You’ve returned,” Y’shtola says, lips tilting into a smile when Corisande presses a soft kiss to her temple. A tension she had not realized she was carrying eases when she catches the warm floral scent of their perfume, and she leans back against their chest, relaxing into their gentle hold.
“I have,” Corisande answers, soft voice just above a whisper. She raises her head to speak in Y’shtola’s ear, teasing, “You did not arrive at the Noumenon early, did you?”
Y’shtola laughs, caught, and feels their answering laugh against her back. “I admit, ‘tis not an early start for me, but a rather late night.”
“In that case, might I persuade you to take a break?”
Y’shtola hardly needs convincing—the siren call of the Nouemenon’s endless collection of tomes has diminished since Corisande first spoke, and has little hold on her against the inviting warmth of their embrace. “Go on, then.”
“I was hoping you might join me for breakfast. We can stop by The Last Stand for those pastries you like, if you feel the need for fresh air after spending all night here. Or—” Corisande’s arms tighten around her, and she kisses Y’shtola’s cheek. “I can make you a nice breakfast in bed at home.”
Y’shtola considers her options, though she made her decision the moment Corisande slid her arms around her. “I do so love those pastries,” she muses.
Corisande kisses her cheek again, then uses one hand under Y’shtola’s chin to tilt her face toward theirs, and presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “If that is what you want…”
Y’shtola turns in their arms and leans up to kiss them properly, both of them smiling against each other’s lips. Perhaps on another day she might not give up the game so early, but the simple truth is she had missed them. After so many days apart, there is little that appeals to her as much as a morning spent comfortably in bed together. Fresh air could wait until tomorrow.
However… “Perhaps we can get the pastries to go.”













