[OC - Soul Journey Game] Misha and his fluffy companion Bonwyn, who never made it into the game👼🏽
Misha (he/him) is an oc I made for my game called Soul Journey! (free on itch.io, wink wink)
An angel who's job was to oversee the passage from which dead souls pass through to get to Heaven or the underworld. He's a loyal servant to Celestia and and an avid fan of the God of Stars.
Despite his overly cheerful, carefree and lazy attitude, Misha possesses a gentle heart. If it means helping someone else, he'll most definitely put in the effort to help and guide you.
(Also, despite being part of Soul Journey, the game is linked to the same universe as Thousand Fates! Who knows.. maybe Misha will also take part in the story...?)
Desc: Altair is working... but it seems like Eikan is hungry for some attention from him...The short story takes place waaay before EIkan gets banished to death.
(Also this was inspired by some writing prompts I found lol)
Characters: Eikan, Altair
Warnings: subtle sexual innuendos and acts
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Altair was working in his office, knowing that he was alone at the moment in the library. He was deeply focused on checking the correct information in the books. Once Altair started working, there was no telling when he'd snap back into reality. There he spent several hours working non-stop, checking and checking all the documents and books, not even realizing that someone had managed to slither themselves into the office.
Altair's pale misty blue eyes were still glued onto the papers, when suddenly he felt long, cold fingers gently pressing onto his exposed waist and neck. Altair shudders, but sits still. "Eikan… please." His tone silky and smooth, yet composed. Altair looks down to his waist area, waiting in silence as the pressing fingers turned from transparent to visible. Eikan reveals himself behind Altair, leaning to the chair. Despite being called out, he doesn't retract his hand but continues to moves his fingers slowly upwards, underneath Altair's tight and white crop top. Altair let's out a small breathy gasp.
"Eikan," Altair's voice stays the same, but this time sounding more like an order to stop. Eikan chuckles. He now leans closer to Altair, retracting one hand from underneath his shirt and keeping the other on his shoulder.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to do me on that desk, but I thought I’d at least say hello first.” Eikan says it so seriously.
Altair looks at him completely flabbergasted, “Are you clinically insane, or just annoying?”
Eikan's smile breaks into laughter, “Probably both.”
Altair sighs, unable to keep himself annoyed he puts on a gentle smile. "If you wanted attention you could have said so," He gently grabbed him by the chin, pulled him closer and gave a peck on the cheek.
When Altair lets go, Eikan pouts. "Only on the cheek?"
Altair raises his brow and turns back to face his books and papers, "Yes, yes. I'll give you more later,"
In an instant, his focus was back on his work. Eikan wasn't pleased to be just shoved aside like this. One thing about Eikan was that he loved attention, especially if it was from his lover. He pulled the chair Altair was sitting on towards him.
"Wha--" Caught off guard by Eikan's sudden action, the papers Altair was working on dropped on the floor. "Eikan," Altair addresses him firmly once more.
"Yes, honey?" He responds with sly smile. For a moment he observes Altair who was now directly sitting below him, looking graceful yet intimidating, staring dead into his eyes. "Ooh, how scary," Eikan says it with slightly sarcastic tone, clearly amused by the situation.
"What's going to be scary is your head floating in deep space if you don't lay off." Altair snaps at him.
Eikan blinks, while his smile just widens. "Mhmn, sure." He closes the gap between them by leaning closer. His demeanor is cool, resting his one hand on his hip and the other one top rail of the chair. "Altair," His voice deep yet smooth to the ear. "Is it bad for me to want your attention? Is it bad for me to want my lovers touch?" His expression remains unchanged.
Altair simply sighs, "Eikan, my love, is it bad for your lover to want to work? Is it bad for your lover to be on time with the deadlines so he doesn't get yelled at and get more work piled up?"
His smile twitches but remains. Eikan leans closer and closer till their noses touch, then he rests his head on Altair's shoulder. He sighs deeply. Eikan slides his one leg between Altair's and keeps his quiet while sulking.
Altair simply glances at him, feeling a bit bad at his sad sight. He gently pat Eikan on his back. "Please, all this because I didn't give you kisses? Come on, don't you have work too?" He tries to nudge Eikan, but he doesn't budge. Altair let out a long sigh before accepting defeat, and they stay in the peaceful silence for a while.
Not long after, Eikan speaks up. "….Come on, let's have fun for just while. It wouldn't hurt to ditch work just for a while," Eikan lifts his head from Altair's shoulder, his sharp scarlet eyes shine, looking desperate at this point.
Altair stares at him for a moment before letting out a long and deep sigh. Seeing him be desperate for attention was nice to Altair, but at the same time his heart tightened, knowing that Eikan would feel lonely if he ignored him. He raises his arms, "Fine you win." He readjusts himself despite Eikan almost sitting on top of him. Altair leans closer to Eikan and wraps his hands around his waist. "So tell me, what did you have in mind?"
Eikan blinked, looking genuinely surprised Altair gave in, but he was glad. Beyond glad in fact. His smile and eyes grew more and more mischievous. At that moment Altair knew he shouldn't have submitted to his desperation.
