"you're beautiful" ( FUCK ME UP
he stops quietly, there’s a sound of the dry wind that flutters through the draped fabric of the large tent, causing a warning whistle to fill the silence that followed the words. the man’s jaw tightens, a hand running through messily cut short hair sand falling out as it’s shuffled out of place, finding a place among the nooks created by the loose fabric he’s wearing. he’s searching the eyes of the man wearing black, he doesn’t understand him a vast majority of the time... he’s complicated and strange, and always seems to say words that sound like kind blessings, and yet fall on his ears like ‘ goodbye ’, he stops searching as eyes find chapped lips, cracked from thirst and ( exhaustion ). and he takes a few steps forward, calloused fingertips find sun-scorched cheeks, a kiss is planted on the other. soft against red skin.
another kiss to his lover’s cheek, before he takes a step back, hand falling to his sword and flashing aleks a smile, “ i’ll be fine. i promise, no war has taken me yet. ” because he doesn’t want to say goodbye, he’s not ready to say goodbye. not to this man, not to someone who loves him and cares for him in such a wholehearted way despite having been so broken, he’s not ready to say goodbye to his lover. or his wife, who needs him to come home, he still does not trust her life in the hands of his people and advisors. they’re so strong, and yet he can’t picture a day in their lives, where they would be fine if he didn’t return.
