#nunhaxe

[belovedscorn]

@nunhaxe​ said:  “We’re not close, but I still taste you.”

He steps away from the other man. Frustrated, bewildered, and quite frankly unsure of what to make of the words. Since they met, he had been fairly certain N’welhi wanted something from him. Despite how annoying he was at time, Z’jeht found it nearly impossible to push him away for good. Something about him drew him in. Gods, it wasn’t his looks, right? Regardless, he had to disagree. N’welhi has certainly become one of his closest companions and that was... troubling. He wasn’t a good person. A part of him loved the attention. Was he using N’welhi? The faint desire to actually do something with him lingered every time they were together. It made him hate himself a little more. He couldn’t... do that. Not when he planned on returning home one day. 

 “What are you going on about?” He shakes his head a little. “Taste me? Please. Are you licking me in my sleep?” Best to play dumb. To pretend he’s not the least bit interested. 

[allageyed-archive]

@nunhaxe​

“Ah, N’welhi. I did not expect you back so soon.” How long had it been? Not too long, but each moment without him felt infinitely longer than the time they shared. He had been emersed in his work, only resting when Lyna forced him. But the exhaustion seems to wane a little upon seeing his lover.  He smiles, albeit forced. “I regret to inform you that there has been little progress. The others are all resting.” Mayhaps he could spend some time alone with the Warrior of Darkness he adored so much. 

[ledous]

​          THERE ARE SHADOWS ACROSS THE WINDOWS,   CLOUDS IN HEAVEN,   AND A GOD AMONG THE STARS ...     and i will go,   says the serpent,   to where i can stretch my body towards the pinnacle of make - belief.   the sun is weeping,   it says,   look;   he cries,   and stars fall,   dusting the moonlit sky for she who reflects his light.   how beautiful,   the serpents says.   it wonders if the tears of the sun god tastes like salt,   too.

“     excuse me,     ”     yalean is apologetic when he pushes his way through the mass that is ul’dah’s population,   wheezing at the effort,   as if he’s stepping through sticky tar,     “     excuse me   —   i’m sorry !   i’ve got to move past and—   oh.     ”

he collides,   a bit too roughly perhaps,   with the stature of what can only be a miqo’te man.   it’s the ears,   his mind supplies,   they’re hard to miss,   and so is that tail.   it’s just a habit to look for those traits,   being au ra,   even if his people lack the added fur.

“     i’m so sorry,     ”     he stresses the word   ‘ so ’   and reaches out with wobbling hands,   hovering over the much smaller man,    “     i didn’t see you !   really,   i mean it.   i wasn’t looking and,   uh,   i was in a hurry.     ”     to put it lightly;   what he is going for can wait,   however,   as yalean is nothing if not kind,   and he has just been very rude.

“     can i help you ?   with anything ?   to make up for barrelling into you,   of course.     ”

@nunhaxe​          /          starter call.