23 OR 30 for literally whoever you ship (i think i know a few of yours but kitsu take the wheeeeel)
Por que no los dos? Also flashback… Monday? @altamirage 👀
23. & 30. …in relief. & …as comfort.
He drops the pack on the ground, feathers ruffling and settling as he tries to shake out the tension in his shoulders. The house is quiet- maybe she’s out. The family did sometimes take to the market in the early hours, to avoid the crowd and finish their errands before the day grew hot.
But there- he caught a soft shuffling noise down the hall, followed shortly by a muffled, seemingly sleepy voice, “Mama, have you finished already? I thought you would be out-” The voice petered out quickly with a gasp. “…Xun?”
His mouth tried to wrap somewhere between a wry grin, its ever present frown, and the soft tilt of lips reserved for her only, and managed something of a pained grimace instead. It didn’t seem to deter the woman as she bolted down the hall, bare feet skittering across the tile.
“Idris-” He managed to get her name out before she crashed into him, surging up to press her lips against his, and repeatedly against his cheeks and forehead.
“You’re home- you’re home!” She cried between kisses, relief and gratitude spilling out with each syllable. Xun only clasped his claws around her shoulders gently, weathering her attentions with as much grace as he could muster (it wasn’t much, in the long run- his fingers shook, and his eyes stung something fierce).
“I’m home…” He repeated softly, when she had to stop for breath, tipping his forehead against hers. “I’m home.” He added, pressed into her mouth just for the comfort of feeling her close.
SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I WILL WRITE A KISS