rumbling purr , kind eyes : arms that wrap around strong shoulders . free of armour , tangle of limbs and warm blanket . it is nice , to find some semblance of weight between them : fray may not entirely be whole , but they are solid . y'sinoha will compensate for the lack of warmth himself .
lips press to unshaven jaw , gentle and loving . he does not speak , but perhaps need not do so : after all , fray has ever known his thoughts better than he .
i love you .
@lucanae .
Awake — eyes unable to close , but they have not known a night when slumber was required. lips part & gaze drifts over to him from the curtains / open window. fray did that : sunlight was good , & ishgard seldom received much of it due to the clouds above & rampaging blizzards. & , whispered softly , cast a glow unto them both befitting a royal painting. arms wrapped ‘round the warrior’s body : one hand resting in hair , & the other located on the middle of his back. nails lightly scratch skin & fingers slowly trace patterns over it. as much as they mold themselves to y’sin , they lean back slightly to simply stare at him.
the softest of kisses — as light as a feather — felt on their jaw. fray’s lips curl upward slightly , & the fingers in his hair shift until one cannot see them anymore. no words left the dark knight , for they were speechless. rare were these moments , & their lips press against y’sin’s jaw in return.
Whoever might be waiting for the Warrior of Light — an ambassador of a grand company , or some other poor soul requesting his help , will wait. no choice in the matter. they can hang on for another hour or two.
they echo those same unspoken words. all was right in the world.
