#i needed cute things

[wrenandthemachine]

“Zavala is calling,” Sundance grumbled, unwilling to move from her place beside Kiran. “Cayde can’t come to the phone right now,” he replied. Wren hugged him tighter, her fingertips gently stroking the back of his neck. There was no chance he’d be leaving this spot any time this century unless he was dragged. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and cuddled in closer.  ((I had no idea how to draw Cayde without a shirt, please be gentle with me))

[the-lonely-soul]

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Auron was lost in his bedtime routine when the device rang a tune he had been expecting for the last thirty minutes. With a smile, he turned it on and saw Fran, laying in bed, with an expression similar to his.

Her lack of clothes didn’t strike him as it was normal for her to sleep naked, with or without him. She was clearly comfortable and that was all that mattered to him.

"Good evening, my dear. I was expecting your call," he said, removing his top. He had yet to finish getting ready for bed, but there was nothing Fran didn’t see so he kept on going, her voice soft to his ears.

"Am I too early?" Fran laid her head on her arm, watching him getting undressed.

"Not at all. I was caught up in a never ending meeting and it has delayed everything." Device in hand, he settled in bed, his lone eye caressing her curves from where he was.. "How was your day?"

The ghost of a hand caressing his cheek made her smile a bit more, easily imagining the rough sensation beneath her fingers and palm.

"Balthier and I worked all day on the new prototype. We will test the engine tomorrow morning. He wanted to work a bit more, but I told him I had an important meeting to attend."

"You do not have to cut your activities for me, my dear."

"I did not. We had everything in order just in time. He wanted us to discuss the designs again as we do not seem to agree. This can wait the morning." She chuckled a bit. "How is your trip? Is the country as beautiful as you imagined?"

He could almost feel her hair between his fingers and the need to rest his forehead on hers grew with each passing second. How this beautiful woman became his everything was a mystery to him still.

"It is. Thank you for letting me go on this business trip." You didn’t have to agree.

"A great storyteller as yourself needs his freedom. I only wish I could have come." When we have met, I knew you needed to travel the world on your own accord, and not because it was your duty.

"You’re exaggerating my talents," he hummed, his voice low and suave. "But I’m taking pictures just for you and will tell you about everything when I return." I miss you by my side.

 ”As long as you’re not distracting yourself from your duty and Braska.”

"Even if I wanted to, Jecht is there to keep me in line," he laughed.

"Is that so?"

"He’s too loud to ignore. And I can’t shut him out without putting Braska in danger. So I must keep my eye open for both of them." He saw her yawned, her delicate hand stained by some grease that will only leave after three more washes. "It is late. Go to sleep."

"Sing me something…" I miss you so much.

He would have kissed her lips gently were she at his side. The distance was cruel: she was so near and yet so far from him. She craved more for his touch than he for hers, but that only made it more painful for him. And yet, despite all those travels to escort Braska as his bodyguard, she never complained, never got angry, never asked him to not go.

Without asking, he started to hum her favorite song. She closed her eyes and listened, rocked gently by his voice. Words came later and she could almost feel his hand running slowly up and down her side, as he used to do when they share a bed. He seemed so close to her, she could almost smell him.

Auron watched his lover fall asleep before he laid in his hotel bed completely. He closed his eye and listened to her breathing as he too fell asleep. Neither of them closed the connection during the night.