#kaztae

[affableanthropologist]

🌾🌾🌾 ZAZZ ZAZZ ZAZZ ZAZZ ZAZZ you know i had to do it to 'em

((We both know my heart belongs to Rivazz, but River isn’t my character and nor do I know his actual opinions on Zazz, so I’m using Kior.))

Kiortel couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment ‘I don’t find you actively irritating, lets be friends’ became more. He did have a very distinct memory of brushing out Kaztae’s soft, wavy hair while the latter complained about having to wear it a certain way that meant it got completely and utterly tangled; but all Kior could think about was winding his fingers in that hair and kissing him to shut him up. That had been a bit of an ‘oh crap’ moment, but surely he’d realised even earlier, because he could call to mind the precise shape and colour of Kaztae’s lips in memories from long before the aforementioned moment of startled realisation. 

His yellow eyes too had been singed into Kior’s mind for some time now. Unfortunately, Kaztae himself didn’t like them all that much. “People in these books don’t have yellow eyes!” he’d proclaimed some weeks after the hair-related realisation, waving some piece of romantic surface literature in Kiortel’s direction. 

“Because people on the surface don’t have yellow eyes, Kazazz,” he’d responded. That time Kior actually did kiss him, cutting off whatever insecure response he’d been about to make. His eyes were so round and luminous- practically golden more than yellow- and to be sensitive about something so objectively lovely was unacceptable. Kiortel told him as much when Kaztae pulled away, visibly trembling but smile radiant, staring at Kiortel as though he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. 

They talked for a long time after that, lying with their legs entangled and Kiortel’s arms wrapped around Kaztae. He was very aware of the latter’s skin glowing almost silver in the dull light, how soft his voice was when the taller drow spoke. Aware too that when Kazazz moved his right hand to brush Kior’s ear, side and hip, the latter’s skin tingled unexpectedly, but not in a manner at all alarming or unpleasant. 

Kaztae was quite lovely, really. Considerate when he wanted to be, surprisingly affectionate when so desired, he was the only person who actually cared about Kiortel’s issues with his family. After a time, the latter even stopped feeling ashamed for talking to him about those. It was a mark of the kind of person he was that Kaztae never told a soul any of the things they discussed together, and Kior adored him for it. 

“Hey Kazazz?” he murmured. 

“Yeah?”

“My arm is going to sleep.”

“Ah,” Kaztae rolled over. “Better?”

Kiortel shook out his arm. “Yeah.”

“Cool.”