You already know thay when I saw this I had Q's for Saulus♡Kieth.
🌙 Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?
😏 Who is bolder in public (hand-holding, kisses, etc.)?
😤 Who apologizes first after a fight, even if they weren’t wrong?
😘 Who kisses the other first thing in the morning, morning breath & all?
@cursed-nyxan we got another Keilus ask 😍😍🤩🤩😍😍 !!!!! This is no drill!!! As always I need you for my assistance, correction and additions.
And what I know for sure, you are the sweet spoon, skee 😘😭😘 with your cutest asks, thank you so so so much 💓 Makes me happy!
🌙 Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?
Look at Keith that big man child is literally a big spoon BUT Saulus loves to play his little backpack, koala style as nyxie said 😁 So they switch 😉
We also agree that they love sleeping on top of each other - specifically, right on each other's chests 💖😊😴😊💖 - especially when they just drift off to sleep after the exhaustion and satisfaction kick in 😉 This leads to tell-tale ridge marks on their faces 🤣, making it obvious to everyone in the camp who slept on whom the next day - best HC by nyxie.
On Saulus's behalf, I’d like to mention that Keith shows no mercy when sleeping on her or doing other mischief; he pays no mind to the massive difference in their size and weight - he’s like a giant Great Dane that thinks it can still play with tiny puppies or kittens and act just like them 😆🤣😆 - innocent cinnamon roll Saulus' crushed ass!
😏 Who is bolder in public (hand-holding, kisses, etc.)?
S A U L U S
No question at all.
He gets his cinnamon roll badge back. Imagine just gentle giant energy, compared with shyness and flirting fail…getting occupied by a kitten, overenergetic pup or cheeky goat.
That’s them. That is why it’s working and things are getting done and these two get what they want and not just tribbling around the bushes 😉
Plus Keith becomes totally more self-confident in this regard, too, and once he gets used to it - which naturally happens given her personality - the two of them turn into a romantic, billing-and-cooing, and utterly maddening whirlwind for everyone around them😉😘
(and always to the very much annoyance of his older - very very older 😋😝😜 - brother Roy, who is less than enthusiastic about Saulus’ openness - none of them)
😤 Who apologizes first after a fight, even if they weren’t wrong?
Both
Just as they might both try to play it cool, the bad guy, or the sulky one for five seconds, only to immediately burst into a "I'M SORRY, I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT!"
They're both harmony-seeking tieflings, causing trouble by accident and thinking it's fun, never with bad intentions. Fun ends where real hurt begins.
Especially with their special other staying tough, angry, strict and hard doesn't work well, at least not in this respect.
😘 Who kisses the other first thing in the morning, morning breath & all?
Oh, very much Saulus.
She cares for very less except love, cuddles and taking things as they are.
Love is messy, just as they are. Imperfection makes complete and there is no moment for her, she wouldn't want a kiss from him.
I can rather imagine Keith getting worked up about it and be a little naggy and winy even 😆🤣 For not being used to the situation.
But what to say, the man smells like wet dog most of the time for wearing his leather armour 24/7 and bathing with his hyena, sooo...
A rather laugh about a morning kiss from Saulus because imaging her, crushing a bottle of peppermint liquor night before or to counteract the hangover already a shot in the morning, they probably taste more like fresh mouthwash 😆🤣😆
Astarion: "Yes, alcoholism is funny 😁💁♂️"
Gale: "😐 Uh-uh"
Thank you so much for your amazing enabler ask @onlytavs 😍😘 from the hcs
Sweet pictures of Saulus&Keith as always by @cursed-nyxan 's forge of VP 📸
Post one picture per ship that perfectly captures their vibe
Thank you for the tag my beloved dear @optimisticgrey 😘 - Choosing just one is SO HARD 😫
𝒦𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓍 𝒮𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓊𝓈
Surprising shenanigans from both sides, laughter, charming chaos and no restraint in love language, touching, words of devotion, truth, love and let the bodies speak for themselves. To be able to be your true self - no hiding, no judging.
I think I can see it here.
Saulus is a little bit disappointed I could not also pick one with cuddly animals, and them cuddling adoringly, finger running through hair and little bit naked skin.
VP and Keith borrowed from @cursed-nyxan 🥰😉😘
♥𝔸𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕩 𝕊𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕤♥
Does this need any words?
"It's just an owlbear...what did you expect?" 😁😅😘😊
Shadowheart: "Astarion, not all of us got some sweet, lambish, cute, naive girl with a killer instinct who does everything for you as we wish, like you do."
Saulus: "Hmm? 😃😊"
Astarion: "Nothing to Saulus, keep playing with your owlbear."
Aristen & Saulus - Friendship and sisterhood
All of their pictures would had been perfect and show their sibling bond and friendship so nicely
BUT THIS 😆 for so many reasons - for so many reasons 🤣😆🤣 Haha
VP and Aristen are the treasure of my beloved @aristenfromwarsaw 💖
I can't wait to see the pictures of @cursed-nyxan and @wasteful-sam 😊
And the chosen ones from @aristenfromwarsaw are a MUST! 😍😁
Keith: Who is a good boy? 😃 Who is a good boy? 😁
Hyena: *giggles*
Keith: You! You are! 😊 You are the cutest boy of them all! And good cute boys get all the scratches and pets! Oh you are the cutest! Do you like your belly rub?
Hyena: *giggles* *licks his face* *
Keith: 😄 Does someone wants a kissy? Of course do you get a kissy, because nobody is as cute and sweet as you. Such a good boy! 🤩
Saulus: 🥺🥺🥺🥺😢😢😢😢 Am I not a good girl? 😢
What about me? *pouts*
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What do you think? Did Saulus also got her kissy? 😉💋
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➹VP: this cuteness fluff overload is by the amazing @cursed-nyxan 💖 - all the credit for this goes completely to her - thank you for this rush of insuline 😉😁💖🍬
➹pairing: Keith @cursed-nyxan x Saulus @bhaal-battle-beer-bard (Tav x Tav)
➹prompt: #ockiss26 week @ockissweek - Keith totally ows her a kiss😆😁😋 -fluffiest collab ever - literally!
➹pairing: Keith @cursed-nyxan x Saulus @bhaal-battle-beer-bard (Tav x Tav)
➹VP: by the fantastic, one and only @cursed-nyxan 💖
➹cw/tags: rom com, fun, romance, first kiss, slow burn, fluff
➹summary: what if disney would make a BG3 series instead of HBO? 102 hyenas rom com classic meet-cute of two chaotic tieflings
➹word count: 4,198 ➹ao3
➹prompt: #ockiss26 week @ockissweek
Impulse
Sometimes things just have to happen.
And some things shouldn’t happen, like spilling your freshly brewed morning coffee.
But a walk when the sun kisses the clouds and the fresh air practically tickles your nose is a must.
Especially when you don’t really have a choice.
The tug on the leash, which had been pointedly tossed to the ground at the feet, brooked no delay and was a clear signal for faster and more. As was the gurgling sound, like a gleeful chuckle, as the light brown paws of the shaggy, short-haired fur, trotted across the ground.
Subtle footsteps came to hold as a familiar scent of fellow canines wafted into the dark, damp snout.
The fluffy ears had long since sounded the alarm, while the bright eyes at the other end of the leash still wandered dreamily around the area – and probably stared more into the air than at their actual surroundings.
That’s why round, black button eyes took the reins.
Or maybe rather the leash.
A nearly conspiratorial growl gurgled from the hyena’s chest.
A twitch of the ear from the other animal – and immediately attention was aroused. The gaze met its direction.
Far and wide, no one like them ever met around her.
So, there was only one logical thing to do and solution to it:
As if a living devil from Avernus were chasing them, the two animals charged at each other.
Long-nailed hands – no matter how strong – could not win the futile fight against the tether. The pulling beast darted forwards, its owner in tow.
And a long-nailed hand – delicate and graceful, caught up in the loop of red leather of the leash, was easy prey when it was simply dragged forward.
“What’s suddenly gotten into you?”
“Stop!”
“Slowly!”
“Easy, boy!”
The surprised cries echoed through the park as their owners were inevitably drawn closer together – like two boats caught by the same current.
Too late to notice the collision, let alone prevent it.
Thud!
With a dull crash, they collided with each other.
“I’m so terribly sorry – he just didn’t listen to me!” gallantly the young tiefling immediately admitted all the guilt that he didn’t have, if he would only look at the grinning mouth of his pet.
“No need for apologies. It’s just as much my fault,” she stroked a raven lock of red from her forehead and wrapped it behind her ash-coloured Tiefling horns.
“Are you alright?”
Only a heartbeat later did he realise how close they were to each other.
Carefully, he took his hands off the fine shoulders of the young woman, whom he had thereby instinctively protected from a complete collision with him and from landing on the ground, thanks to their unruly four-legged companions. It was more of a reflex than something he could have planned or controlled. But as a swordsman, he reacted faster, and as a wizard, his hands were nimble to boot.
“Yes, everything is fine, thank you, I just... “, her chin lifted to meet his gaze and the strangers’ face but suddenly time seemed to play a trick as well.
She raised her eyes to the sky.
He looked down.
Eyes like white glowing ember met bright amber.
And for a tiny, stolen moment, the world held its breath.
No park.
No voices.
No tugging on the leashes.
Only this look between two Tieflings, as if their eyes had been forged in the same fire, separated and had just found each other again.
It was the renewed tug on his hand – an impatient animal on the other end – that brought him back to the present.
“Were you out walking your dog, too?” he asked, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “They don’t like that here in the city. No-dogs-in-the-park rule and all that. But don’t worry – I won’t rat you out. Code of honour.”
A crooked grin stole unto his lips, even reaching his glooming eyes.
A wink that was half joke, half test balloon – or rather test sphere.
“I’m Keith,” he held out his hand, which looked more worn than his leash. Many scars – some older, some from more recent fights.
She gazed at him for a tiny moment too long, as if she was checking whether he was always so nonchalant or only today.
“Saulus.”
A firm handshake without any haste, so Keith couldn't help but to feel the soothing warmth of her hand.
He felt the abrasion of instrument strings on the tips of her fingers and the memory of the constant pressure of a writing quill on the index fingers.
Yet they had something gentle about them, so he was reluctant to let go.
It had to be the soft skin...
“That doesn’t look like a dog to me,” Saulus said calmly, leaning slightly to the side to point at the animal.
A smile played on the corner of her mouth.
Not wide, but dangerously charming.
“Because I have one just like that, too.”
Beside them sat the two hyenas.
A brief exchange of glances between the animals – a soft chuckle that sounded almost like a synchronised comment. As if they were laughing at their owners.
“Why do you have a hyena, Keith?” the question slipped off Saulus’ lips – the tone slightly curious – anticipating any silence. Her eyes wore this kind of attentive look, as if she had been waiting for his answer all her life.
“Well...four paws, cute face, collar-compatible. It meets all the pet criteria, right? Why not pet when it’s pet-shaped?”
A hopeful smile on his honey ginger lips awaited her reaction. Keith’s gaze scanned her face, wondering eagerly if his joke had landed.
Her eyes sparkled.
Direct hit.
“But honestly? The scamp here...”, ee stroked the animal’s fur, and the hyena responded with contented sounds “...I got him more or less by accident. I rescued him from some little scumbag who would have gotten him into serious trouble and hurt him. After that, I couldn’t just leave him there.”
A shrug that was supposed to play up to modesty.
The pride in his eyes betrayed him. Even if that was certainly not the reason back then. Helping the animal was pure impulse for Keith. He didn’t expect any applause or reward for that. Having a fluffy friend was the greatest reward the bladesinger could imagine. But when he could about adventures, his eyes always shone like two big jars of honey.
“So not only an animal lover, but also a hero?”, deep red lips twisted into a playful smile.
“Hero? No... I wouldn't go that far...”
He pretended to think about it modestly and declined the compliment.
“But much further than that!” The grin came too quickly to be sincere.
Saulus laughed a melodious laugh of a bard. But thoroughly honest. There was nothing artificial about her.
And Keith registered it as a personal victory.
“No, really”, he added, this time more honestly, “I just think everyone should do that.”
She nodded slowly – too slowly for small talk – and her dagger earrings glistened in a dance, as if they had something to say to animal abusers.
“It was similar for me. I can’t watch someone mistreat animals. It’s a switch that flips in my head.”
Saulus’ voice was soft but firm. A hint of Avernus fire beneath the surface.
“Then all that’s left to say is: The animal is coming with me now!”
Saulus hesitated for a moment, as if she had been overcome with embarrassment. Her lips pressed together and the bard tried to salvage a crooked smile. As if it could give her shelter.
“Maybe a little crazy, right? But I can’t help it.”
Keith looked at her as if she had just said something important.
Something he would remember.
Flames of mischief flickered in the bard’s gaze. Rune horns tilted to the side, as when its head had already hatched something new to change the course. Her lips curled in anticipation, as she cast the bait:
“But do you know what the most important reason is to have a hyena-”
“-that they are not really dogs at all and that the ‘No dogs in the Gate’ rule therefore does not apply!”
The answer came so unanimously from their mouths that they burst out laughing in unison afterwards.
Real laughter. Almost like their own strange pets.
That surprised, uncontrolled laughter, when two thoughts happen to take the same path.
Two fools, one thought.
Their horned heads seemed to really think alike, and when did one ever meet someone who kept a chuckling predator as a pet?
Even though both had rather transformed the so-called wild pets into real companions and cuddly animals. It was really only the wild fur and the dark pointed snouts with the even more pointed teeth that really had something in common with the rough nature.
For otherwise they followed their owners step by step, even if they might have been a little overconfident. But perhaps this had other reasons.
Reasons for the spring that they might not wanted to spend with their foster parents alone anymore.
“For me, the most important reason is also, that I finally have someone who laughs at my jokes,” Keith added, pointing to his hyena, hardly daring to hope that anyone other than himself and the animal would find this funny as well.
Saulus laughed again – deliciously, amusingly, and heartily genuine.
Keith blinked. He hadn’t expected her warm, husky, infectious laugh. Certainly not about his silly remarks.
“Wow...your laughter is by far more beautiful than theirs”, it escaped his lips unintentionally in awe.
The words were out before his mind caught up.
Keith’s face stiffened and despite his already reddish-tinted halfling cheeks, a flush crept up on it, which he, as a bold swordsman, would have liked to avoid. Would have. But always failed miserably at it.
“I uh...that sounded frank. I don’t know where that came from...”
Saulus noticed a small wrinkle between his eyebrows. Those tiny uncertainties,
as if he wanted to say something and didn’t know if he was allowed to. The embarrassed scratching of his neck.
A slight blush on the cheeks, which nothing could disguise, and the lips, which always wore a sort of smile, whether happy, mischievous, or embarrassed.
And that’s exactly what made him dangerously likable.
Keith seemed to be charming chaos.
Saulus couldn’t help but to chuckle. The smiles and sparkle in her eyes seemed to have no time to fade when she spoke to Keith.
“You’re cute.”
His face went blank for a second, like a board erased. Before all the muscles in his body began to twitch. Hands reaching for his neck again.
„Oh, I...you think so? Well, I...I don’t know...”
The bard let him squirm.
Not out of malice, but rather amused and because the faces he made were cute as well.
A gentle smile still lingered on her lips “You’re charming and funny. I would always laugh at your jokes.”
His bladesinger brain took a second too long.
“Oh...you meant...oohh…”
The tiefling just drew another unconscious grimace, after his astonished mouth had closed being victim to the sudden realization.
He had forgotten that ‘You look cute’ and ‘You’re funny’ were two different things.
Keith was rowing. Really rowing here.
Mentally already half-submerged in the ground – he just wished he already were.
For a moment, the Bladesinger looked as if he had lured himself into a trap, running into his own sword. The sword of folly. The folly of thinking he was so cute and sweet.
Saulus didn’t say anything, she just smiled.
And that's exactly what made it worse for him. Otherwise, he might have noticed – instead of nervously rubbing his neck – that she hadn't actually corrected him.
A tug on the leashes.
The hyenas were long since back to their own game.
“With the energy they’re showing today, we should let them play,” Saulus suggested as she watched the hyena, which was already jumping around impatiently, “I mean, when else are you coming across another pet hyena to play with? The odds are pretty low.”
Keith leaned slightly back, crossed his strong arms behind his head and gave her a sideways glance. “That’s right, the scamp has a lot of energy. Me and my boy, we always challenge each other. Only he can compete with me in catching frisbees with the mouth. But only almost,” a proud smile played on his lips, his lashes wore once again that subtle wink.
“Is that a joke?” the bard replied, slightly chuckling, but her eyes betrayed that she wasn’t entirely convinced.
“Maybe,” Keith replied curtly, his voice calmer, almost defiant, but his grin struggled to hide. His eyes didn’t even try, and sparkled as usual.
“Are you deliberately trying to make me laugh so that someone other than your hyena will laugh at your jokes?”
Keith wanted to say something witty. But actually, he just wanted to hear that laugh one more time.
Every time Saulus smiled, her eyes sparkled as if they were capturing the sunlight. As if her face automatically became brighter as soon as he looked at her.
And he didn’t miss that she smiled back a little bit longer each time.
Once again, a twitch ran through the hyenas’ fluffy ears.
In their dark, shiny eyes, there was a glint that looked suspiciously like mischief.
Their throats clicked softly, like two conspirators approving a plan.
Apparently, their foster parents had underestimated the overflowing energy and mischievous, devious plans of their wards.
Suddenly, the two of them darted off again.
Faster and wilder this time. Like a whirlwind of fur and laughter. In a circle. Again and again in a circle. Just right around Keith and Saulus.
The ropes stretched, crossed, and tangled.
Both Tieflings reflexively spun in circles, trying to impose order on the chaos, but the chaos had already won.
“Oh, pardon.”
“Oh, pardon.”
Once again, their mouths stammered out the same words.
“Wait, let me try...”
Too late, every attempt was futile.
The chuckling carnivores circled them in joyful frenzy, pulling loops around their legs, thighs and bodies until the leashes bound them like an inept but very determined fate.
“Pardon me-“
“I think we should-“
Their hands searched in vain for the ropes, but all they could do was quickly pick them up and place them around each other’s shoulders to avoid being strangled into a caterpillar cocoon.
A twist.
Another one.
A step to the left, one to the right. One last jerk through the two hyenas.
And suddenly they were closer to each other than politeness would normally allow for two tieflings who were almost complete strangers. Now more one than two, due to their entangled circumstances.
Silence fell between Keith and Saulus as their nose tips almost touched and they could only blink at each other.
Too close for indifference.
They hovered there, close enough to share the same breath, until both seemed to forget how to breathe at all.
This time the world stood still.
The park, everything around it was still and as if erased. The rustling of leaves, distant voices, the splashing of the fountain, everything dissolved like mist in the morning light. It simply disappeared into the oblivion of insignificance in the face of this moment.
Of this eyes…
There were only these eyes left.
Strange and at the same time so familiar, and the desire to get to know them even better and everything that lay behind them.
A feeling as if you already knew each other from another life... or because it had to be... or was it just a wish? A wish that found no words?
Only a poem forever sealed in these eyes of amber.
It was almost like a lightning bolt striking.
Amber met with ember-glowing light.
Warmth with mysterious.
Curiosity and intimacy with cheerfulness and recklessness.
Their faces lingered near, breaths brushing until even the air between them seemed to grow thin and Saulus held her breath.
A small thump in his heart, she felt firmly in her chest. Their bodies inevitably united by the ropes in the ridiculous coincidence.
She lost herself in his gaze, behind black lashes that touched strands of honey-ginger hair. Strands that circled his broken horn like the lines of his tattoo circling his arm.
Too many details and at the same time only silence and the white dancing flame of eternity in which Keith lost himself.
As if he had just discovered something he hadn’t been looking for, but had immediately recognized.
Warmth bloomed across his cheeks once more, a soft heat he couldn’t hide at all.
Hearts began to start racing in a rhythm neither could calm or really deny.
As if an invisible thread were vibrating between them, delicate but unmistakable. Like the finely tuned strings of a lyre. Delicate yet so firm.
And in their gazes, there was the quiet question of whether encounters were coincidental, or whether some souls simply took the same direction.
Maybe it only took seconds.
Maybe longer.
Maybe too long.
For the world was once again in motion – with the patience of two hyenas who did not care about this, or perhaps even had something quite different in mind. The paths of two laughing dogs were inscrutable.
There was some vigorous tugging, and the tied-up tieflings were at the mercy of their beloved pets
As the two puppies began to tug on the non-existent range of their leashes and simply wanted to keep running, Keith and Saulus stumbled along with them.
“Gods”
“No, no, no!”
“What is this nonsense?”
“Drop it!”
“Sit!”
“Let go!”
The endless din of voices was as chaotic, panicked as it was futile.
Dashing hyenas had already chosen their next target.
Like the inevitable ship headed towards the iceberg or rather the magician called fireball although he was in the vicinity of his friends, the two tieflings staggered along and were mercilessly dragged around by the two animals until the hellish ride ended abruptly…
A stumble on the stone edge.
A grasp into nothingness.
“AAAH!”
Her short, loud scream pierced the air.
Together they lost their balance.
Together they tipped over the edge of the pool.
And the fountain welcomed Keith and Saulus with a mighty splash.
The leashes had come loose due to the fall into the water, allowing the culprits to escape the affair safely on dry land.
Instinctively, Keith had wrapped his arms around Saulus, from that ancient reflex of holding onto someone who might become important to you, even if you didn’t yet know why. Or maybe because his reflexes were just trained to perfection from all his fights – but this little boast he could pull of some other time.
Now he had other concerns…
“Are you alright?” Keith’s gaze sought Saulus face, probing it as if he could check for any scratches.
His arms still tightly and protectively encircled her shoulders, as if his body had decided not to let the barde go before his mind could agree.
Wet hair stuck to foreheads, cheeks, eyelashes, dripped from horns, and the Tieflings, sitting in the fountain basin, took a short breath – orientated themselves briefly, but only found themselves face to face again.
There was no horrified scolding or yelling. They just looked at each other.
Carefully he took her wet face in his hands, gently and tenderly his fingers glided over her cheeks.
Without haste, but only with the warmth of his fingers, he stroked the wet strands of her long raven hair out of her face. Slowly, strand by strand, his fingers glided through her hair, arranging it behind her ear and lingering there for a moment too long.
Cool drops trickled from the bard’s nose tip and slid down her body like little thrills.
And yet Saulus did not freeze. Not in the way Keith looked at her.
The two tieflings lingered close, lips barely apart, sharing the same trembling breath until the world around them seemed to fade into silence once more. Saulus half lost in in the intense gaze of his eyes, that sudden burn was so completely new but seem to match a spark that was ignited in her chest as well.
Ignited in this sphere of water and their bodies clinging to each other, that reached out protectively towards her, gently caring for her, and even more so, the glimmer of his skin in the light of his wet cheek bones. His chest rising from his excited breath, which was difficult to control, repeatedly stroking her cheek and mingling with her sighs.
Keith’s hand still rested on her cheek, his thumb moving slightly, a barely conscious, delicate movement. His hand full of scars and yet so gentle and tender.
Saulus’ swallowing was barely audible, but she felt it herself.
He brushed another wet strand out of her face, then another, without haste, as if every movement was a decision.
Water ran down her hair over her neck, drawing cool lines on warm skin, disappearing into the fabric of her soaked blouse, which now clung heavy and damp to her chest.
She noticed his gaze.
Once more she swallowed, felt his hand on her damp cheek, which slowly slid up to her neck, like a gentle caress, but could not take her eyes from her. Not once.
Saulus didn’t know how long they had been looking at each other - time was an unreliable narrator in that moment. It was just a mistake anyway.
Her pounding heart and his breath so close.
An intoxication of unpredictability.
In his own ginger honey-coloured hair, the water droplets collected at the tips and dissolved and slid down his temples. A few damp strands of his darkened hair adorned his wet forehead.
Little pearls of water shone on it and broke up in his eyes like the stars.
Let these only continue to glimmer, as well as his moist lips over which his heavy breath came.
His breath was so close – just like, the gods forbid – he himself.
Saulus slipped her fingers into Keith’s wet hair, caressing the strands softly, unable to look away from his smiling face like sunshine, no matter how scared, marked by life.
Water droplets hung from his eyelashes. A drop slowly trickled down his forehead. She had the absurd idea of wiping it away.
But another impulse prevailed – to kiss him.
There were no words, no further thoughts.
Just one impulse.
The tieflings looked into each other’s eyes, their moist lips, the wet bodies which seemed to decide for the two of them, to close the space they could no longer bear to keep.
Faces bridged the last distance to kiss each other.
This first kiss – they pressed their lips together for a long time to feel the warmth of the other, just to let it happen and to understand that it was real.
But the pounding hearts, the trembling bodies through the water that soaked their clothes, the adrenaline that flooded their bodies and bloodstream to the tips of their fingers, didn’t let them go right away.
Saulus’ lips opened to suck greedily on those of Keith. His hands held her face close and firmly to him, so that her lips were pressed against his.
The kiss deepened naturally, without haste, but with this quiet hunger for closeness, for one more moment.
As if her body could no longer resist, she found herself drawn closer, unable to keep any distance between them. Delicate fingers found his forearm on their own, slowly gliding up the lines of his tattoo to his shoulder, wandering into his neck, lightly tangled in the damp hair there, unconsciously drawing him closer.
The water cooled their skin, but between them was only warmth. Heartbeats. Breathing. That tug in the stomach that you don’t plan for.
When they finally broke free, their foreheads were pressed together. Their breath mingled. Neither one immediately opened their eyes.
“We need to meet again because of the puppies,” Keith whispered breathlessly, always bathed in the glow of her eyes and still close enough that his words brushed against her skin.
“Yes, because of the puppies,” Saulus could barely whisper, still gasping for breath after their kiss.
“Yes, they certainly want to play together again.”
At the edge of the well, the two ‘pups’ sat side by side, contemplated their work and let their loud, clear, gurgling laughter be heard.
The two soaked tieflings turned their heads at the same time, shaking their horns, a mocking grin on their lips.
“Now they’re really laughing at us!”, spilled once again from their lips like coming from one mouth.
Keith took a deep breath, not even the slightest bit worried that he was still sitting in the fountain.
“I think this is officially almost the most dramatic first encounter of my life.”
Saulus’ lips twitched.
“Only almost?” she muttered offendedly raising her eyebrows higher than Keith had ever seen do someone before, and yet he could only nonchalantly shrug his shoulders and gallantly grin into her world more.
“Hahahaha.”
And there it was.
This laughter between them, a breathless, uncontrolled laughter.
Why did it feel like this day had only just begun?
And maybe a turbulent life had just started...
➹a/n: Keith and VP belongs to @cursed-nyxan - thx for the funny ride and playing with our blorbos - boop 😊💖 you are 😋😘
Saulus is my Tav - Durge to be precise @judasiskariot aka @bhaal-battle-beer-bard
