cups his cheeks and runs the pad of her thumb over the sharp line of his cheekbone.
Touch my Muse in the gentlest way possible.
╟ ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ◤𝓛𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝓛𝖔𝖘𝖙 ◢ ┈┈┈┈┈┈ ╢
A prominent and.. universal goal of near all living creatures on Nirn.. or so he liked to believe. Not all Love was romantic of course.. familial and friendship-related affections were just as valid. To strive for the care of another, to be filled with so much joy at the mere sight of them, not necessarily obsession but.. to maintain a strong bond that would leave to DESPAIR if existing without them..
Mara was Love. All of the motherly kisses that caused a child’s tears to disappear. All of the comforting murmurs of tales before bedtime. All of the maternal kindness and warmth that all mortals secretly craved. Silas had never experienced such behaviors from his own mother..
With the contact of silken skin against his own flawless flesh, thumbs gently running over the apples of his cheeks- it made the Wizard truly realize how.. STARVED.. how deprived of love he had been. As a rather paternal mer himself, he rarely recalled his own need for support.
At first, he experienced SHOCK, almost jerking away from the abrupt invasion of his personal space. However, Mara was adamant, stepping forward to chase. The Elf’s mouth partially fell open, blinking once in surprise, requiring a few moments to process the gesture. Eventually, his posture relaxed, along with the muscles in his face- causing faint wrinkles of exhaustion to become more defined. Eye lids fluttered shut as one of his own hands drew up, gently clasping one of the diety’s and holding it there, lacing his fingers with her own.
╟ ┈┈┈┈┈ ◤𝓘𝓽 𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵 ◢ ┈┈┈┈┈ ╢