#<- Borislav Slavov! Its a soundtrack from Baldur's Gate 3 /gen

[thrpr0phetuseek]

[ they smile, hums blending with a light laugh ]

“Doesn’t sound like so bad of a fear. Thank you muse, for everything. Oh, my beloved muse, I can’t help but smile with that title, as I’m sure you do with my own. Leaves quite the impression and combines all of our affection, wouldn’t you say?”

[ Tiresias laughs again, pausing to think, before acting upon an instinctive impulse. Gently, they grasp his hands, pulling one down to their hips and laying the other gently cupping a part of their neck. With just as much precision and care, they place one hand to his back and another intertwining in his hair. And, just like that, they lean down, softly biting, then kissing, a small portion of his neck ]

“Small tricks, no? So much for you to learn, love, and oh, how excited am I to teach.”

[ and at that, they give another in the same pattern of action below his jaw, brushing a hand through his hair and they switch between the two motions, moving and tracing anywhere they can reach. Small tricks and gestures indeed; there were many possible ways to begin opening up about more of their intimate traditions, but those were to be for a later conversation or another day. This, sharing similarities with siren-like traditions their lover had shown, was a good enough place to start ]

Odysseus hummed a quiet tune that walked through the wind as though it was a winding path spiraling around the two of their heads. The siren had managed to get Tiresias to lower their hood, and they took the opportunity to begin taming the mess that was their hair.

The king took it in steps; starting with unraveling old braids and hair styling (with permission, of course, and leaving alone what he wasn't granted to untie), then beginning to undo knots as gently as he could with his claws. Which, surprisingly, worked rather well. Apologizing here or there when he inevitably accidentally tugged on a strand or two.

After the song was complete, Odysseus filled the silence with small questions and memories he could recall. Some humorous stories here and there of his adventures, too.

[ Tiresias hums, smiling and leaning against Odysseus, making barely any movement, and only startled noises when the knots were too tight. There was mingling conversation and questions here and there, but it was always so simple, and so their answers followed that trend. Though there was one moment in which they took a chance. Perhaps halfway through one of his many tales of his adventures, Tir reaches up to cup Ody’s face. Bringing to close enough, they tilt their head up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, twirling a strand of his hair before letting go and settling back into their regular position. Though it was hard to exactly see their face, their voice reeked of certain joy and overwhelming love and excitement from just the simple act of intimacy ]

“You can keep talking, muse. I just love the way you convey your stories, and you.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

@just-a-mer

[just-a-mer]

Resting his head against there's, he allows his eyes to close, listening to the steady flow of the Lethe nearby and the beating of his own heart. "It is always with you that I fear not even a siren could string together a song that perfectly describes my adoration. Let alone sing as beautifully as you speak ... I love you, too, my star."

Odysseus pulls them into a hug. One that, while not tight, was enveloping. "All the tricks and things you show, no matter if they're as small as the gaps between the grain of sand or as large as the world we tread upon, I welcome it. The love comes with you; surrounding and shown."

Odysseus hummed a quiet tune that walked through the wind as though it was a winding path spiraling around the two of their heads. The siren had managed to get Tiresias to lower their hood, and they took the opportunity to begin taming the mess that was their hair.

The king took it in steps; starting with unraveling old braids and hair styling (with permission, of course, and leaving alone what he wasn't granted to untie), then beginning to undo knots as gently as he could with his claws. Which, surprisingly, worked rather well. Apologizing here or there when he inevitably accidentally tugged on a strand or two.

After the song was complete, Odysseus filled the silence with small questions and memories he could recall. Some humorous stories here and there of his adventures, too.

[ Tiresias hums, smiling and leaning against Odysseus, making barely any movement, and only startled noises when the knots were too tight. There was mingling conversation and questions here and there, but it was always so simple, and so their answers followed that trend. Though there was one moment in which they took a chance. Perhaps halfway through one of his many tales of his adventures, Tir reaches up to cup Ody’s face. Bringing to close enough, they tilt their head up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, twirling a strand of his hair before letting go and settling back into their regular position. Though it was hard to exactly see their face, their voice reeked of certain joy and overwhelming love and excitement from just the simple act of intimacy ]

“You can keep talking, muse. I just love the way you convey your stories, and you.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

@just-a-mer