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╰┈➤ ❝ [ [ TENSION ] one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact, lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s. / *slides Iris @ Sylvain* ] ❞
he had tried to shield iris, that was indeed quite successful but sylvain ended up with a rather huge wound on his waist. not very... elegant, he mused to himself quietly. he thought he was better than that, he thought he could have been faster but his last injury hadn't been so long ago. he was still healing, it was impossible for him to be as quick and nimble as before.
and now he was bothering iris with his injury. again.
"i am really sorry, you don't have to do even more." a hand reached out to stop hers. he was fully bandaged up again, he could probably deal with the rest on his own. sylvain was of the opinion that he didn't need someone to watch over him.
he was not sick after all.
when iris lifted her gaze to look at him again, the warrior sighed softly. why did she always have to stare at him like this? sylvain swore to himself to not be such a skirt chaser anymore, but iris looking directly into his eyes and not even trying to form a word had sylvain feel absolutely conflicted.
"if you keep that hand on my thigh, i'll have to remove it unless you you want to stay the night."
when iris still didn't move away, sylvain threw all caution aside. if she didn't want him---the same way he wanted her---then she would have left, right?
hence he smashed their lips together, one arm wrapping around her body, so he could pull iris on top of his lap. gently holding her in his embrace although sylvain made sure she didn't come into contact with his wound.









