Decembhyur Day 28 - Love
A/N: This is a snippet of a larger piece but not all of it would fit in the conditions of the prompt. So I chose the love confession itself, which is shorter, sweeter, fits the conditions of Decembhyur much better, but I will link the whole piece on ao3 + independently post it on a later date. I just really wanted this scene to be for this prompt, even though it wasn't written with it in mind!
“In Ishgard,” Artoirel starts, “to announce our serious intentions in pursuing someone, we court.” Nika squints. And Artoirel stands before him and swallows again. “Please let me finish, Nika. Ordinarily it would lead to marriage, and ordinarily we would not have slept together beforehand, but this is no ordinary situation. But I do wish to– to court you. To show you I am serious. We don’t have to say anything yet.”
Artoirel reaches for Nika’s hand, yet allows his fingers to dangle in the air. Nika looks down, away, anywhere but Artoirel’s face, and pouts.
“We can just try and see where this leads us,” Artoirel offers softly. “I want to think this meant something for you. I want to think that I mean as much to you as you do to me.”
“You do,” Nika says after a while, almost inaudible. Artoirel’s hands itch to wrap around Nika’s, yet he refrains. Not yet. Not until Nika gives his consent. He will not force his affections on him. Yet, Artoirel can’t look away from the emotions that fight on his face, from the way he trembles. Artoirel trembles too, the patter of his heart drowns all other noise but Nika’s voice, and his stomach ties in innumerable knots.
They sit like that for what feels like an eternity, on the precipice, ready to walk away or fall together. Eventually, Nika lifts his hand. Artoirel squeezes it.
“We can give this courting thing a chance,” Nika says, breathless. “Because, I–we– yeah.”
Artoirel breathes out. “Fury take you, Nika,” he mouths, and kisses him. Nika rises on the tips of his toes and kisses him back, draws him close, and Artoirel holds onto him, his grip strong enough to almost lift him off the ground.
When they part, Nika’s eyes are wide and round, as they were last night. Artoirel’s cheeks burn like a furnace, but he doesn’t care; it’s his first day of courtship, as unusual as it may be. He can’t find it in him to let go of Nika, and if it were up to him, he’d rather see Eorzea aflame than let Nika go to save it.
He knows Nika doesn’t like that anyway.
Frankly, Eorzea doesn’t matter anymore. What does is the way Nika clings to him, and the way his hair smells, and the warmth of his body against Artoirel’s. What matters is them watching the city move about, away from it all, standing by the window together. Together.
The rest of it really does not stand a chance whatsoever.
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let's play a wip game!
rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.
@friendlyfaded @bicyclepainting @krushkreates thank you for the tags! i tend to name a lot of my wips straight away, so most of these are more working titles than anything descriptive lmao ✌️
drop me an ask and we'll have a look! you can even send in several at once if you're feeling adventurous 👀👀
the whole shebang
五二零 (answered here)
frozen peaches and cream
get in, loser! (answered here)
FORMERLY a ring on the carousel
mad or sublime (answered here)
over the threshold
motion capture (answered here)
orangina, lemonade
tags: oh god ik loads of people have been tagged already - provisional tags go to @morgansplace @mar-the-magician @tiredandsleepyx @sealriously-sealrious @solclaw @barbabetos @amistytown bc i haven't checked the dash yet, but please - anyone else who is in the mood to play, you can say i tagged you, we won't tell anyone hehe 🤠🤠
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