Kiss Prompt
Harth/Aysel: Distract-Someone Kiss
It was already a shitty day, as far as Aysel had been concerned. Stuck underground, far off from the stars or from the crisp ocean's breeze, she could feel herself getting more and more restless. Feeling increasingly trapped. Fingers drumming on her thigh, breezing through the rooms of this ancient temple to try and trick herself into thinking there was more space, stretching to prove she wasn't about to touch the ceiling, none of these things worked as well as she’d hoped.
It wasn’t made much better by having Harth assigned to her, something stupid about "not wandering alone" and a “buddy system” as if her god wouldn't keep her safe. As if Aysel wasn't the apex fucking predator of this stupid temple.
Harth had been...a hinderance, as much as Aysel didn't want to say out loud (more than twice). She couldn't really see, was kind of clumsy, she had to be led through the dark with precise directions or by holding her hand. Not to mention, every little thing startled her, which sometimes startled Aysel (not that she'd ever admit it) and that made the claustrophobia feel like it was setting in even faster.
Aysel led Harth until they found a large room - some sort of barracks for priests of a time past. It was taller than the other rooms they'd been in, with vaulted ceilings painted to look like the sky above, and for that Aysel gave a sigh of relief. But that would be short-lived, as Harth stumbled on, Aysel noticed something. Not that Harth could see, but there was a huge rat perched on the base of a torch affixed to the wall. Aysel could only imagine the ear-splitting sound a prissy house agent like Harth would make if she saw THAT creature. No, that would not do. This ONE moment of being able to breathe would not be ruined.
Before Aysel could think about a way to scare off the rat or get Harth's attention, the Lyrandar girl had already brushed her fingers against the torch, luckily missing the rat by a few inches.
Aysel acted before Harth could further inspect the torch's fastening, grabbing Harth by the arm and pulling her close. With a fluid motion, she cupped Harth's cheek, turning her head towards Aysel's. Goddamn, shame that nobody was around to see it, Aysel lamented briefly, because that was the smoothest shit she’s pulled since she got stuck with this party. Ishtar would have clapped.
The kiss was brief, chaste even! Aysel hardly even brushed their lips together before Harth sent her tumbling backwards with a shockingly strong push. Right, she worked metal. She would be stronger than a wet noodle. Harth's pink cheeks were almost cute, and her angry, flustered spluttering was kind of funny, it made Aysel wonder briefly if this had been her first kiss.
Thankfully the lack of light hid the flush of Aysel's own cheeks, and she'd never admit to her own pace quickening. She picked herself off the ground with a laugh, holding her hands up disarmingly. "Hey, jeez! Sorry. I needed to distract you; you know how it is."
Pointing to the torch, Aysel’s hand sparked with electricity, illuminating the rat clearly unhappy with the sudden light AND having to hear these two big, loud creatures make a fuss. Aysel flashed a toothy grin at Harth "Didn't have time to warn you away from that".
Harth turned towards the torch, squinting as her gaze found the perched rodent in the dim light. A moment of silence - much too long for Aysel's liking, before an irritated sigh left the shorter girl. "What, the rat?" Harth's hand shot out, quick as a whip, and grabbed the rat. Leaning down and setting it on the floor, her hand retreated before the rat could even think about biting her. “There, it is fixed. May I light the torch now?” she said with a pout, ignoring the dumbstruck look on Aysel’s face