@reesevernerlovebot i can only offer you this as a zarina asmr video :')

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@reesevernerlovebot i can only offer you this as a zarina asmr video :')
wyatt hums, fingers wandering slowly down allan's bare chest. he traces his collarbones, draws a line down to his navel. "i'll have you know," he murmurs, "i consider myself quite the lucky man." he leans down, knocking his forehead ever so gently against allan's. he is nothing but honest; meeting allan, tumultuous as it had been, wyatt considers to be one of the best things that has ever happened to him -- if not the very best. he smiles, softer than usual, and dips his head down to kiss the spot just above allan's heart.
Allan exhales a slow yawn, eyes squinting up at Wyatt, afore he merely sinks deeper into the bed. He’s not opposed to a nap right now. After all, having Wyatt here and having the time to lay with him and linger is nothing short of a needed… blessing, Allan will dare to think. A shiver runs down his spine at the feeling of coarse fingers trailing his skin. He does so wonder why Wyatt seems to think himself lucky when it’s clear Allan is the one who benefits more from this relationship. He will not, of course, say so, however. He’ll always prefer to keep Wyatt rather oblivious to such thoughts; after all, it should not be another thing for the Warrior of Light to worry about.
Still, he will not linger on that. Why do so when someone afore him is far more deserving of his attention?
“Mmn, I rather think it is the opposite, darling,” Allan drawls when their forehead’s meet, then watches the other viera descend to press a kiss to his chest. Above his heart? Oh, but he is ever so distracted by the smile Wyatt had given him. So affectionate, so fond. All for Allan, of course. Yes, he rather thinks he’s the lucky one here.
A hand reaches to gently smooth down Wyatt’s ears. Fingers rub gently around the base of them before running through dark locks. How lovely Wyatt is. How sweet. Allan’s own feelings swell, so gentle and warm for this viera, urging him to cup Wyatt’s cheeks and pull him up again. Allan takes for himself a moment in committing such handsome features to memory once more, before drawing Wyatt into a proper kiss, wondering—hoping—that all his… adoration is transferred with such a simple gesture.
i wanna do an au where a gets his punk ass tied down and treated like shit bc hes inhuman and awful
ok things i am going 2 do tomorrow:
get fabric for that bag thing i think? probably sand horns possibly repaint horns if that does not go well lol make like? a clay thing of one of those coffee melt? kitties. maybe. strong maybe. uhh there was somethng else but. memory is shit. so
gosh didly dArn it Pterodactyl yu sure Are one hell...wait...one HECK gotta watch out for steven here, one HECK of a slamma wamma ding dong
do you heAR THE PEOPLE SING
SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN
IT IS THE MUSIC OF A PEOPLE WHO WILL
NOT
BE SLAVES
AGAIN