writing ask for you - i just finished the rumblecusp arc and i'm having vilya feels. could you do vilya/korrin and #14 of the cuddle and snuggle ask game (being calmed by the familiar feeling of the other's body moulding into theirs)?
14. being calmed by the familiar feeling of the other's body moulding into theirs surprise, bitch, bet you thought you'd seen the last of me
He stands. He watches. There are others, he's aware, watching him watch the two of them, all of Zephrah crowded around its center in confusion, shock, joy, suspicion. He can't see them. He just sees them, his daughter, now a woman grown, a leader, a hero, folded and sobbing in the arms of—
He takes a step forward. Even though there's no one between him and them, the gawkers shift and part, giving him more space. She looks the same. She looks like a stranger. Her leg—it wasn't always...? No. No, that's new.
She looks up, over their daughter's shoulder. When their eyes meet, he breaks into a run.
His arms wrap around both of them easily, like they did when Keyleth was a child, giggling and squirming as the parents who worshipped her like the miracle she is pressed obnoxious kisses all over her face and neck. She's stronger now, could toss him off without a second thought, but not even a god could match the strength with which he holds his family together, inexplicably whole for the first time in over four decades.
"Korrin." His name on her lips sounds incredible, alien and familiar all at once. He straightens, can barely see her through the tears. Vilya kisses Keyleth's cheeks, shining and wet, and then turns to face him fully. Impossible, that she's still so beautiful. Impossible, that he can love her as much as he did when they were fumbling kids, too young and too naïve to even guess what was in store for them. He embraces her, and her head slots just under his chin, her arms hook just under his shoulder blades, her breath falls just in sync with his, and the raucous storm of thoughts quiets to a peaceful ocean, waves lapping in susurrus against the shore.
She is home, and so is he.
