#﹙kaveh | avaere﹚ ♥ | ― i'll enter the shadows to protect your light. ❞

[zorkaya-moved]

" it's not about trusting , it's about ... "

and there's a hesitation the way he draws his words , attempts to piece them together so they would make sense as the architect's arms find themselves at home around the waist he has held so many times before , felt up and embraced in moments he'd deem himself useless and weak. tender are the kisses kave places against the top of bright, cold locks, fingers tracing the front of zarina's stomach and heavy is the heart sinking within the chest pressing against her back as kaveh seeks comfort in the closest person he has come to a sanctuary; "... guilt."

for it is about guilt, the kind that festers and allows itself to brew away within a weary heart that wishes nothing but to part with a past lived and completed. it is not with a light heart he tucks away the most broken pieces of his story from zarina, covers up the stains of a ghost whose presence have lingered a little too long for everyone's taste, her name a burden to the son who simply wished to aid and to ensure her pride.

how can he find it in him to speak ill of the one who --- and he sinks further into the locks of his love, arms tightening as they remain within her house, zarina's frame locked within the architect's embrace; "... you say you'd love every part of me, and i believe it, but..."

it's hard for one who has loved hard unconditionally as long as kaveh.

"... how," and there's a tint of genuine disbelief in how he words himself, face seeking the comfort of zarina's neck, wounded as kaveh tends to her body as a shelter, "how can you say that? every promise, every confessiong of your love, i believe them and i believe them with all my heart, yet... there will always be a part of me asking how and why, why do you waste your love on me ? i have nothing to offer you, except my time, my heart, myself; is that really enough for someone as grand as you ?"

could he, truly, ever be enough for anyone?

he had always been too much for faranak.

hollow marron sinks close, the architect breathing into thick hair. "the harder i love, the further people slip away from me; i'm scared that you'll see just what you deserve, what you need, and that i'm not in either category... which, in truth... would be okay, as i've been taught that i don't amount for much, that i don't have the right to claim someone's time, and yet..."

a small breath.

"with you..." a kiss is placed upon her shoulder; "--- with you i find myself yearning to claim all of you, all the time, every day and as much as i want, zarina."

@avaere

Understanding of emotions is essential to her gains, to reaching her goals, and to manipulation of them like puppet strings. However, true understanding and empathy do not require any malicious desires behind them. Tender emotions and genuine understanding of another requires another skillset Sokolova knows herself not to possess to the perfect conditions, it’s not a sharp blade because it mustn’t be a blade - it must be a shield. A shield to protect those who she cares about, loves, and wishes to keep safe. It’s why these discussions almost make her feel desperate in an attempt to figure out, to understand, to support without any malice. Cynicism is on the tip of her tongue, bitterness of the world forever etched into her skin like invisible scars. 

It doesn’t feel good to study him. It doesn’t feel good to try and pick apart each and every thread of his mind. She can, she could have figured out everything on her own with pulling strings and using more underhanded tactics but she didn’t. Out of her love and respect for the architect, she tried countless times to repress said skills and to try and willingly avoid her gaze to give space. After all, analysis of others and her observations will be invasive and she always found pleasure in breaking apart walls others built around themselves to expose their core. Sokolova cannot allow herself to do the same with Kaveh, she couldn’t. It would mean her love and trust in him are not true, but those feelings are true and she did everything to secure the privacy Kaveh deserved. As much as she wished to understand the reason behind his distance, behind his sad smiles, behind his tension, behind his maroon eyes that would gloss over certain topics. 

Like their conversation prior. Her back faced him as she would cross her arms under her chest, tense from sadness over not understanding but also worry. Worry for him, worry for his well-being, worry for his emotional state, worry for what she could not help with and did not know where to offer a gentle touch and where to be stricter. If there was anything she ever wished for as much as her brothers’ happiness and safety, it was Kaveh’s happiness and safety. There are only three people in Teyvat she’d ever - without hesitation - give everything. Well, not like Victor needed anything from her anymore and Aleksey is now growing up to be independent. Those reasons are the biggest driving point for her to prioritize Kaveh and their relationship, slowly stepping away from black markets and cruelty to have more time to bask in the presence of her Sun. 

The Sun that finally shows new colors, opening up about his inner mind works. She hears him and she almost wishes she could look at his face, but Zarina stops herself. This atmosphere feels too fragile, too fleeting and maybe it’s better if she does not look him in the eyes to let him speak. Finally, to let him share and open up.

Guilt. 

The word will forever be memorized by the listener as she immediately relaxes when Kaveh approaches, wrapping his hands around her and brings her closer. It means safety, it means comfort, it means he seeks her out and it puts her at peace. She does not dare to interrupt him, listening attentively to each whisper, each soft confession, each change in his tone. If she cannot see his eyes, his voice will be what she pays sharp attention to. But each word spoken makes her heart clench and it hurts, it hurts like never before. She has never cared about others outside of her family, and Kaveh became one of the most important people to her. Her Sun is capable, is strong, is kind, but also is hiding so much pain within him that makes her wish to keep him protected from the world. But she cannot, the damage has been done already and Sokolova can only listen to understand everything, to hope to understand how to make his future just a bit better, just a bit brighter, just a bit safer. 

Guilt, the poison of mind just like envy and jealousy. Guilt, the corrosion of self-esteem and destroyer of peace. Who has led him to this view of himself? Who has harmed him so deeply that those old wounds continue to bleed and remind him of that disgusting emotion? Guilt is a weapon against one-self, guilt is a weapon and a weapon will always harm. 

It must be hard to speak those words out. Kaveh may not see her expressions, but her eyebrows are furrowed and her lips are pressed together in concern. Her silence may be present but only to let the architect talk without interruptions. It feels too fragile, she doesn’t wish for his sense of safety to speak about his hardships to be broken away. They’ve encouraged each other to feel safe in each other’s company, to feel comfortable, to share. They will learn, with time, how to open up more. But right now, these words from Kaveh are priceless and will never be forgotten. 

The bravery it takes to speak out about such innermost vulnerabilities… 

To show she cares and listens (and encourages him to continue), Sokolova places her hand atop of his as he continues to speak. There is no need to say anything out loud, not yet, not when he is confessing what he has on his heart, the heavy burden that must have never been lifted. He is no Atlas, he must never carry such a heavy load on his shoulders alone, not forever. Preferably, not ever. 

She cannot hold back a soft gasp at the hint of disbelief in his ‘how’. Another question returns: Just how badly was he hurt by someone he cared about in the past? To have so little love for himself when he gives out so much to her, to others, to the world? The world takes it and takes it, but never seems to return it to the architect. Who dared to make him doubt how wonderful, gentle, special and warm he is? All the questions circle in her mind, her hold on his hand tightens just a bit but relaxes immediately. His mind will continue to tell him he doesn’t deserve this, she deducts and closes her eyes, hiding away the pained gleam in them. Pained for him, for his broken pieces he finally shows and she finds herself only loving him more instead. 

He does not see himself worthy of happiness. He does not believe he deserves the comfort, safety and love he has now. That’s how his words sound and someone has made him believe in all of that. A human heart is known to her, she knows what strings to pull to make it come undone or break it into billions of pieces. Someone has done this to him and it seems that person remains alive and well. They live as he suffers, but the golden eyes - upon their opening - have a gleam of sharpness to them, a desire to find and hunt down the one who has casted such doubts upon him. She is aware, by now, who that person might be but what matters now is the current, the present. The one who keeps her close, hugging her and seemingly finding solace in her presence. 

Her soul responds to his words, to the broken images her mind creates in order to make the full picture. How lonely he must’ve been. How hurt he must’ve been. How denied he must’ve been to feel this way when he holds her close, when she tells him he’s all she needs, when they smile at each other and spend night or day together. Is this what love can bring? An emotion so strong that brings more others to itself, she’s never felt so strongly before. Her aching heart yearns to comfort him, to hold him close, to let him know he’s everything and more. More than this world deserves. 

If the world cannot handle it, she’d gladly turn it all around for him. But… Kaveh is a kind soul, too kind for his own good. 

That’s why her fingers caress his arms that are wrapped around her waist. She can feel his heart beating on her back, their closeness is evident and always present. His touch is warm and his voice is all she concentrates on to not allow even the smallest detail to escape her. It must be painful to expose yourself and your vulnerabilities, it’s something she can understand, going through the same when she confessed her own mindset and concerns. But this? It feels deeper, heavier. Because Kaveh cares. He cares and he loves so much. 

Who made him believe that doing anything for him is wasteful? How dare they make him believe he was a waste at all?

It’s hard to stay silent when he tells she’d stop loving him when she finds ‘what she needs’. 

“Kaveh,” her voice is raspy but also broken when she says his name, a soft whisper that encompasses the feeling of shattering. It hurts to hear him view himself in such a manner. Is this why he would distance himself? Is this why he didn’t want to say and open up? Is this why he had such a hard time claiming each other’s love in public? She remembers how she would tell him about her confidence in speaking of how he was hers, but prior she believed he might’ve been shy (finding it rather cute) but now the pieces are connected and her heart almost drops. 

There is no pity in her gaze that reflected pain and worry, there’s only a desire to love and embrace him, to simply be there for him to prove whoever made him believe these lies wrong over and over again. 

And yet, she must remain quiet for a bit longer. 

" with you i find myself yearning to claim all of you, all the time, every day and as much as i want, zarina."

Is it supposed to make her cry? Because she feels tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. She never cries, she never allows herself to cry in front of others, and she never showcases such a weak sight of herself before others. Not her brothers, not her team, not even Kaveh. Ah, she did cry in front of him once, didn’t she? That’s not the point. The point is that his words and his honesty becomes everything she could’ve ever asked from him. The world cannot weigh the same as his words to her here and now, becoming the most essential wish of hers to understand him and to know just a bit what he feels. This is trust, no matter how painful and tough it is, but it is truth and trust. It is vulnerability and it is bravery. He’s so strong, her pride and love for him soar so high into the skies above Celestia. 

But right now, she swallows and breathes in. No tears must be shed, not now. 

“Thank you.” For telling me everything. For being honest. For doing this when it was so hard. 

It must’ve been so hard… 

“It must’ve been…” She finally speaks out, willing the tears and the emotions away. He makes her feel, makes her human, makes her experience all of this for the first time in her life. He made the worst person in Teyvat fall for him, wishing to be better with him and for him. Just a bit. Just a tiny bit. “It must’ve been so hard to say.”

Her free hand rises to let her fingers run through his blonde locks before sliding lower to let her fingertips caress his cheek. She may not see his expression, but she wishes to show him through touch how much love there will always be there for him, and him alone. This sweetness, this softness, this adoration and this love will only ever belong to him. 

“I cannot erase the feeling of guilt or make the voices go away,” she begins, wishing to give him her answer without going on a tangent. “But I will stay, I will be here by your side until you wish for that to stop. I will stay to always answer your how and why. How can I love you so much? Because you are yourself. Why do I keep loving you? Because every day you make my dream a reality, a dream I’ve tucked away as a child,” a small smile appears on her face as she leans back against him just a bit. “I will prove teachings of the past to be wrong over and over again. Be it minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years.” 

“My love is never wasted, it is an emotion of mine that nurtures and blossoms only because of you,” her poetic words may not truly be understood at this moment, but it feels right to say. “The more you give me, the more it blooms. The more you give me, the bigger the garden of my adoration grows,” she can only hope she can give them the flowers back as a showcase of her eternal love for him, eternal wish to be in his heart. Oh how she wishes for him to claim her, to wish for everything she is to be his and his alone. Someday, perhaps, someday he can loudly and confidently say it. “You offer me everything no one else have offered me before. I believed I’ve had everything I ever wished for: money, authority, knowledge, but it all felt… hollow. But you? You’ve made that hollowness disappear. You made the cold go away.”

He makes her heart beat instead of standing still, metaphorically speaking. 

“I, too, worry that my love for you will be too much for you sometimes,” she decides to say, her smile turning smaller and slightly pained. “I worry I’ll drown you in it and you’ll find me suffocating,” she lets out a strained chuckle, it feels shameful to admit how she is worried about her own love being too much. Even if she understands it’s out of her wish to not ‘drown’ him maliciously by accident. “And I love you so because I can see that you are everything I ever wished for, ever since I was a little girl in the snowy mountains of Snezhnaya. Everything I need, everything I want, everything and more, so much more than I could've ever wished for. I’ll never stop craving your love, your presence, you saying my name. I'm getting too greedy, too needy for you.”

The harder he loved, the further people slipped away from him? How lucky she is because she is addicted to his love, in love with his love and in love with him. His love is what keeps her garden of emotions alive, what keeps her as a human alive, and what will keep her as a human alive. If it’ll all disappear, she’ll wilt as cold and frigidness would return, erasing everything that makes her feel like a human again. It’ll return to the bitterness, the void, the hunger. The harder he'll love her, the stronger her response will be to embrace him, to kiss him, to love him, to wish for him to claim everything she is for himself.

“If you are worried, you can always ask me. If you are concerned, you can confide in me. If you feel you are too much, you can ask it out loud and my answer will always be the same: you are never too much. You are you, simply and wonderfully you. The one I want, the one I love.” Everything she needs, wants, dreams and more. So much more. “And every day, I’ll remind you that my time, my heart, my everything can be claimed by you. You may not feel right to claim right now, but I’ll always remind you that all I offer you belongs rightfully to you. Because you are you, and I only want you by my side, and I wish only to be by your side.”

Even if it takes years, she will not stop the little reminders, the softer whispers, the gentler touches and the loving gazes. Every how and why will be answered in a loving manner, with hands held and even kisses shared. And, hopefully, one day he’ll 

“I love you, Kaveh. Thank you for opening up about your feelings.”

It only makes her love him more and makes her wish to love him more. Would it be alright to hold back less in loving him? Would it be alright to be even more affectionate and adoring? Would it let him know he, too, can love her stronger? Time will tell, but it’s them who can make a difference. By talking, by opening up, by speaking out loud, by sharing.

[itsiceicebabyyo]

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[zorkaya-moved]

There is a firmness in the way Kaveh's hand allows itself to claim the surface of her neck, thumb stroking the front of her throat as deep maroon settle on bright golden, distance between them closed when he settles a hand on the woman's lower back. A coy smile remains on his lips, hers tilted upwards as the hand on her neck coax her in doing so. It's not tight, but it's present, determined as fingers sense her pulse beating against them.

He is admiring her. Taking in the sight of her face once more, drowning in the striking gaze that meets his own, the architect closing their distance further as he brings their chests together upon sinking his parting lips towards her as he allows them to graze... subtly, slowly.

But not close enough to seal into a kiss.

"I have a client in fifteen minutes," Kaveh whispers against Zarina's plump lips, "get on your knees."

@avaere

Hands were broken when they would so much as graze her neck, attempts to do anything with it. The first time Kaveh did this, she remembers how her body tensed and she warned him not to do anything else but since then? It's been long enough that her trust in his touch doesn't make her body tense, doesn't make her mind go into defensive mode, doesn't make her think that someone's going to be stupid enough to try to wrap their fingers around her neck. No, the architect's touch is still warm and safe when he claims the surface of her neck, that light caress causing her to swallow. They're both well aware this is as far as she'll be comfortable to go when it came to her neck.

Though, it's exciting how he changes based on what he feels like, he can switch between asking for her touch to making her yearn for his.

No one has a collar around her neck, no one but Kaveh, even if he wouldn't wish for that to be an actual metaphor symbolizing a shackle. She's well aware how they both treasure each other's independence and personal life, but the collar around her neck is a comfortable one. One she wanted someone to puts her neck to keep her beast tamed, even if it was a false taming.

Perhaps, that's why now she holds back from smiling triumphally at his change in behavior. Did she really tease him too much? He's been so busy and she's leaving soon for two weeks. She'll take a bit of teasing to make him crave her more, even if it's a bit risky. And viola! Her plan works perfectly.

Golden eyes gleam with mirth and excitement when he moves closer, his hands warming her up and the anticipation of fun sending tingles down her spine. But oh, he can be so alluring when he doesn't give her what she wants. If anything, this tease only makes her body feel hotter from how excitement was making blood rush through her veins. Zarina cannot deny she's just as wrapped around Kaveh's finger as he seems to be around hers. Love is a terrifying power, isn't it?

15 minutes... So he's not going to cancel on them to have fun with her. Tch. But then he tells her to get on her knees and her eyes widen just a bit but her gaze then changes to have flickers of anticipation, excitement and adoration mixed with lust. He's ordering her? Ah, she can feel the reaction he's had to her body, that 'fault' is for her to 'apologize' for by dealing with it. Zarina has to bite back a giggle over that, finding the architect's 'order' to be delightful to follow. Whenever he used those dominante tones with her? It was hard not to have that perverted enjoyment, especially in a situation like this.

Zarina kisses his lips herself, a slight peck to not waste time:

"It's less than fifteen minutes if you want to meet your client with your pants and belt on," she smiles but wishes not to spend any more time talking. Her mouth is salivating at the thought of urgency in this scenario, she feels that tingling sensation of arousal between her legs at the possibility of not making it in time or making it just in time. Her tongue wets her lips in impatience, hands working on his belt and pants. Her breathing is a bit more ragged, she had to ask him to do this before but now he asks her himself. Her joy is overriding the plain lust, mixing her delight in with the sprinkles of adoration and so much love.

Eager and fast, she skillfully deals with his clothes (it's not the first time she's been trying to undress him fast) but it's a different reason right now. There was an actual urgency and time limit. Her breath hitches when she takes off his underwear, freeing his cock from the constraints. He's been turned on by her whispers and touches, hm? She's proud but cannot let those thoughts take over to tease him. She doesn't even have time to admire the prettiness of his dick, noting on each veins and the color of his head that she finds utterly adorable to suck on to drive out those familiar whines, but no, not the time!

They have less than fifteen minutes now! Thank the Archons she kept her hair braided today.

"Use my mouth as you please," she lets him know in advance while glancing up at his face, fingers wrap around his length to give him a few pumps, but they are a bit on the rougher side solely to underline the urgency and how rough he can also get with her. The next words are spoken so close to his leaking tip, her hot breath must be affecting Kaveh as well as she felt that slight twitch (it almost makes her smile again if not for concentration). "Cum inside my mouth, too, I missed your taste."

There are no more words followed as her lips wrap around his tip first, tongue licking off his arousal but she doesn't go as slow and engaging as she usually does. He'll need to guide her to make sure he gets to cum fast and hard, so she relaxes her jaw and closes her eyes to concentrate on the sensations. Instead of going slow, Zarina moves her head forward to take all of him in one move. The lack of gag reflex prevents her from gagging, she thanks herself for her experience in being able to do it as well as she does right now. Tongue flattened against his shaft, she can feel his hand on the back of her head (but no pressure yet).

His taste, his scent, his warmth... She moans with her mouth full of him, sending vibrations of pleasure. The usually careful moves are replaced with faster pace, moving her head back to let herself suck and lick at his cock. Each veins already memorized, each weak spot already remembered, each pleasure point already known. They have to be fast, they have to be faster. So her sucks are just a bit harsher, the way she takes him is more selfish and eager. Despite her usually cold touch, her mouth feels hot around him and her tongue teases and urges.

The sounds from Kaveh are always heavenly, no matter what situation they're in. Be it his whines or moans or subtle groans. What makes it even better is how she feels his hand on her head give her guidance, setting up the pace himself to reach his high and to use her mouth as a way to reach that climax. Each order, each word, each praise gets to her core as well. Saliva runs down her chin as she takes him deep into her mouth once again, encouraged by Kaveh himself. Does he like when she deepthroats him? Does he want to fuck her mouth? She wants to drive him insane about her, about this, about everything he'll miss because of that pesky client. So he can run back home to her, into her embrace, and make her instead a teary eyed mess begging for him to let her cum.

"Mhmm!" Her eyes are tearing up from such rough pace, but she loves it. She loves the urgency, the way he lets her know what he wants and what he craves, the way he uses her to please himself right now. It's dirty, it's perverted, it feels so good to know he'll sit on a client meeting right after coming undone into his girlfriend's mouth cool as cucumber while discussing business. Zarina keeps her hands on him to keep steady, but her nails dig into his skin just a bit, not enough to hurt but enough to show how this is affecting her (but also to use in case it gets too much, but really, when does it?)

The fingers in her hair hold just a bit tighter, pulling her silver locks just a bit and she can hear and feel how lose he was getting. The whispers of her name, the familiar change of pace, the pitches in his voice she's come to know by now. So she answers eagerly, doing everything to ensure his climax reaches heavens and he'll gift her with what she wants so much. The noises are lewd, even if they are repressed to keep quiet so if a client does come early - they won't hear a thing behind those doors. They won't see how the architect gets his cock sucked by his lover, two of the prettiest people in all Teyvat enjoying each other a bit too much.

The decadent delight of being caught almost makes her want to slow it down but she cannot. He's so close, she loves how he whispers her name and gives her praise.

Good girl, just like that... Fuck, that feels so good, keep doing that...

Fuck, she knows she's dripping down below, soaking her panties and possibly her tights as well. She'll have to walk home in this state...

No words can be uttered as she feels him push her head closer to himself and she shuts her eyes when she hears his warning. She has only a moment to prepare herself before she feels Kaveh cum - as she asked - into her mouth. The taste on her tongue is familiar, missed even. Her nails dig just a bit deeper, leaving half-moon marks on his thigh. It's hot, it's so hot and she wants more. Her eyes are watery as she blinks the wetness away, waiting for the architect to come down from his high but he lets go of her hair and she pulls back, ensuring that none of his cum slip out of her mouth. It's her reward alongside seeing Kaveh like this.

Even if there was a place to spit out, Zarina rarely did this. Instead, she swallows and makes it a show for Kaveh to know that nothing was wasted. Her eyes are misty, her breathing is hard, and her lips are glossy, pink and slightly open to get more air. She needs to wipe off the trace of drool from her chin with a napkin.

"R-record time," she jokes, but her voice is thick with lust and still untapped desire. It's so unfair he has to meet a client in a couple of minutes, but even like that, she helps Kaveh to put on his pats and belt back on, glancing at the time and seeing that they have mere three minutes before the client will be in. After standing for a while on her knees, Zarina notices takes her lover's hand to get up, sharing a smile with him before letting out a soft whine when she feels the wetness between her legs. It's a soft noise only for Kaveh to hear and also a sight for him to see, the slight pout and the sad expression of knowing she'll have to wait for him to satisfy her. Her fingers aren't really doing much anyway but maybe he'll catch her in the act of trying so desperately to please herself enough until he returns.

"No, no." She suddenly stops him from approaching, well, specifically stops him from kissing her on the lips. "Better finish up here and kiss me at home or you'll have to fuck me on this table in front of your client," her hand rests on his chest right where his heart beats and she knows she wouldn't mind anyone catching them in the act of him bending her over his table, fucking her brains out and making her moan so loudly it'll echo in the hallway. "I didn't... quite learn my lesson yet," her index finger teases the open skin on his chest, head tilting to give him another sultry look. "That wasn't a punishment enough for making you hard right before a meeting. Please order me more when you get home, Kaveh. I'll be waiting."

There is a knock on the door that startles the couple. Zarina's hand pulls away from her lover's chest, undoing her braid that went too loose to look presentation from Kaveh's 'guidance' and she wipes away the drool from her face with the fabric of her skirt before walking around the table. She notices how Kaveh also looks over himself to ensure he's presentable for the meeting. The flush on his face seems to slowly go away, he no longer looks disheveled.

"Master Kaveh?" The voice is head and Sokolova playfully rolls her eyes so the blonde could see her clear dissatisfaction over being interrupted. 15 minutes flew by in seconds and she hadn't nearly had enough. "May I come in?"

Before the question is answered, Zarina opens the door herself and greets the client with a gentle and polite smile.

"Good day. My apologies, I had a meeting with Master Kaveh just a moment ago," her voice doesn't shake or tremble nor does it show any fault in her role. "

"O-Oh, please, don't worry, Miss Sokolova. I didn't know you also worked together."

"No, no," she waves her hand, glancing at Kaveh with a knowing smile. Fuck, she wants to cross her legs and rub her thighs together. Her core is aching, begging for some stimulation. "I was simply trying to persuade him to help me with my project." Sure, project. Project of getting fucked during work time. "But Master Kaveh said he's too busy with other projects. So that's why I won't be taking more of your time. If you require any help from me, please let me know. You are aware of my hours."

And with a polite bow, she exits the room only to hear the last words of the client being:

"Good day, Master Kaveh! I'm excited to work with you..."

Oh, maybe that client won't be so annoying and he'll finish early.

[zorkaya-moved]

“The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; the whole time I was praying you would read my eyes and understand what I was never able to understand. See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.”

- Anna Akhmatova

[zorkaya-moved]

❛  you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?  ❜ from kaveh !

@avaere

"An incorrect assessment. I heard your words loud and clear, Kaveh. I always do," she answers right away, words spoken with clarity and volume high enough to prove she was paying attention. "I understand your frustration with my silence, but give me a moment. I'm thinking."

Did she hear him? Of course, she did, but it doesn't erase her genuine confusion over his words. Did she hear him? Yes. Did she listen to him? She is trying. The difference between hearing and listening is too vast when the past puts walls between worldviews.

Kaveh is someone - from her point of view - too good for this world. It's not a joke or belittling of the architect, but a simple factual deduction based on the company she kept behind the curtains. There isn't anyone who shines as brightly as him, but there is also no one more human than he is. At the very least, in her biased gaze of ichor as she studies him without wishing to interrupt his words.

If she is a fool when it comes to his worldview, she is welcoming this dichotomy with open arms solely because it is him. Once again, biased views come into the prospect as she wouldn't have given anyone else the time of the day to try and change her approach to certain situations.

The issue is... she may hear him, but does she listen to him?

There are still stubborn notes in her mind, thorns laced with poison that dig too deeply into her flesh. A reminder that this world is not kind. Just because Kaveh is doesn't mean that everyone outside would be as well. Her cynicism is a cruel sharp sword that cuts deeper than anything else, not allowing the brightness of colors to seep into her being. The architect may call her out on that far more often than others do, seeing behind the curtain calls and actions by now. The deductions, the calculations, the way she sits on the windowsill with a smoke pipe and a stack of documents to read as one leg hangs down. Kaveh knows the cold and sharp looks she can give behind the scenes, judgement obvious to him as the light of the Sun shines upon the beast's nature, exposing its fangs under radiant golden light.

"I hear you, Kaveh," she says again, sighing softly. She does, she really does, but she cannot understand. It's a road to learning, a journey to understand him and his words, feelings, and reasons. She doesn't understand this selfless kindness nor does she understand more of his being, but that begets the wish to learn. But the study of Kaveh is a far more tumultuous study that she'd ever wishes to dive into. Not unwanted, oh no, most wanted but still thorny in its newfound confusion. "I hear you but I don't understand. It's easier to pretend that I do, but I don't want to lie to you."

How can one know warmth of someone outside her family when the world had never been kind? How can one believe in kindness when it was always used as a weakness within the dense forests of snowy Snezhnaya? How can she not doubt everyone but Kaveh in their approaches? She chose him, she will always choose him, but it means she won't truly believe anyone else outside of the chosen ones. Perhaps, this is why she isn't truly willing to bend the knee to trust other people and listen to Kaveh's words. It's all about business when it's not touching him, her family, and her small circle of friends.

I hear you, but is it truly enough?

[zorkaya-moved]

As promised, he would be back.

The meeting had taken long enough, a quick catch up in regards to ideas either wanted to share, an estimates price set for his efforts; home, he wanted nothing but to go home and finish where they had left off, where he had left her off.

In the back of hisbhead he could still recall the way her lips had tightened around his cock, how warm the inside of her mouth had been, saliva coating hard erecrion as Zarina had swallowed him again and again, the tip of the architect's cock having slid so neatly down her throat. It had been hot, she had been hot, beautifully so as she had been on her knees, swallowing away as Kaveh had been pushed to his limits, hand tangled in her hair as he had come in her mouth.

Again, he wanted her again, hotter.

Warmer.

Closer.

So oh, what a sight to behold as he entered the bedroom, witnessing the sight of his woman spread on top of sheets, fingers drenched in wet coating from running against her own clit. Eyes would lock, Kaveh remaining in the door as he eyed her, the way her body laid on the bed and how she, clearly, yearned at his return. They ached for each other, Kaveh just as well as zarina, him making the move further into her bedroom, closer to the bed she claimed; " ~ don't stop."

His voice was sweet, loving as Kaveh would allow a hand to reach out and graze her thigh as he'd stand by her, merely watching. " You look extremely hot right now, so exceptionally beautiful ; did it make you wet ? Taking my..." fingers would continue to graze her thigh, a gentle gaze offered alongside a warm, condiment smile.

"... cock to your mouth like a good girl?"

Compliments, affirmations. He would have lied if seeing her like this didn't make him horny. It did. Awfully so, cock already hardening from the sight of her hand between her legs, fully aware of how good her pussy felt on him, around him, rubbing against him as their hips would clasp together; kaveh knew, he knew far too well. The way she'd cling around him, demand more, harder, warmer. The way their bodies would seek the other so desperately, lips glued to each other.

He wanted to fuck her. Finish her.

But oh, how Kaveh yearned to see her finish for him; " ~ keep going, zarina... I want to see you cum for me," he'd utter warmly as a hand rose to remove red pins, blonde locks loosening and draping over his shoulders. Maroon glimmered, narrowing coyly whereas fingers curled up around her thigh, squeezing firmly.

A gentle laugh, " cum for me so I can fuck you again, and again, and again... to make up for letting me guide you to your knees."

@avaere

Returning home remains a blurry thought as she felt the aching heat between her legs, mind returning to the way Kaveh’s face looked when she would suck him off. The gleam in his eyes, the way he held back the noise so anyone outside of the office didn’t fear what they were doing. Many women disliked the taste of cum on their tongues, but Sokolova was more driven by the atmosphere and emotion to truly concentrate on taste. If anything, returning to that showcase made her only wetter, a subtle cough to stifle the moan that threatened to leave as she was trying to reach back home. Some people asked if she was ok to which she’d only smile apologetically and say she was hurrying back home because the heat was getting too much. It was, it really was. It’s ridiculous how the blonde architect could make her feel like this. She’s had countless lovers before of any gender, but only Kaveh brought such intensity from her. Emotional bound only adds into the experience. 

But how unfair it feels when she’d shed the clothes in a hurry, struggling with the buttons at first before impatiently tossing the clothes to the side of her bed. Her mind swims to the thoughts of Kaveh returning here after the meeting, keys left on his table to ensure he won’t forget. He wouldn’t be so mean to her, he’s too kind and too warm and the look he gave her when she was leaving gave her all the answers. It’s exciting to think about him ‘catching’ her pleasing herself when it wasn’t exactly a secret with her last words. Oh, she has to swallow thickly at the thought. 

Oh, but Sokolova remains stubborn about presentation as she takes out a short nightdress to put on herself. It may not be needed at all, but she’s a stickler for being pretty and being watched, so why not put on something of a warmer color and something that is a bit more sweeter to entice. No underwear, and she knows she’ll need to drag the straps off her shoulders to play with her own chest. Fuck, she almost moans out loud when she takes off her clothes and sees the arousal on her panties. She wanted to touch herself so bad while the feeling persisted, her clit ached for touches and stimulation and when she put on the nightdress, it almost made her shudder as the fabric felt just a bit cool against her hardened nipples. She usually runs cold, but the experience and the weather outside does make her mind race and blood pump. 

Even the sheets feel cool when she lays down, feeling herself twitch as she drags the straps of her nightdress down her shoulders, dragging the fabric down so she can play with her chest without anything hiding it. It really is unneeded, this nightdress, it’ll just cover her stomach at this point, but it’s the fullness of the picture that counts. Wouldn’t it be fun to imagine how she was trying so hard to be presentable for Kaveh only for her to be so impatient at the thought of him coming back? To her? It’s perverted, but it feels so good. 

As her hand reaches down below, her body shudders when the pads of her fingers finally graze across her clit, forcing a soft whine to be heard in the empty room. Fuck, she hopes Kaveh will be home soon, she hopes her one and only will be here to catch her and watch her and just take in how much she fucking wants him. The desperation, the neediness, the want. He’s all she wants and all she will ever want. Only he can make her be so soft, so loving, but also so absolutely debauched despite her wild side. Oh, she gives up that control to him so easily, falling apart or ordering around depending on what their mood is. 

Right now, her fingers will do… 

…But it’s not enough. 

Her breathing is heavy as she tries to reach some sort of satisfaction, her fingers deep inside her leaking pussy as she tries to please herself. It’s not enough, something is missing, someone is missing. And it makes her swallow audibly when she hears the door open. Her eyes open, her body stills, her fingers still deep fucking inside her - wet from ehrarousal, there is a thin layer of sweat covering her skin as she’s been at it for a bit now. With her cheeks flushed, eyes swimming, and deep breathes, Zarina feels herself squeeze around ehr own fingers at the presence of Kaveh finally coming back to her. 

He’s looking at her. He likes what he sees. He enjoys looking at her. He’s looking, he’s studying, he’s connecting the dots, he’s been wanting her too and he’ll praise her, right? He will watch how she’s so messy and so fucking turned on just at the thought of him, from just sucking him off in the office and now wanting for a reward for a job well done. He’ll watch her please herself, call his name, reach that climax. Yes, she missed him. He was the missing component to make her body go into overdrive, but also his words. 

“Kaveh…” She breathes out, the tone of her voice just a pitch higher than usual and a note of whining echoes through it. Her body twitches as she takes her fingers out, feeling the emptiness that causes her to almost close her legs off but his hand on her thigh prevents her from doing that. He can see the slick coating her fingers, he knows how she tastes. Only a second to wonder if he wants to lick it off or if he’ll tell her to do it for him, as a show. It doesn’t matter: anything he asks right now, she’ll do. Becaus ehe’s watching and it’s a turn on, it’s so fucking hot to think about how the architect will watch her come undone without doing anything but watch. With his eyes glued to her, taking in every twitch, every breath, every thrust of her fingers inside, every change of her expression, every way her lips would move in a way to give him a better picture and say his name. Everything. 

And when he asks if she got wet from sucking him off in the office right before the client’s meeting?

“Yeah,” she responds honestly, breathless and so turned on. Her voice is heavy with lust, there is a velvety note to it as she wishes to allure and make herself even more alluring. To drive him insane about her, so he’ll be as crazy about her as she was for him. Because she was his, his Zarina. “Wanted to touch myself then, but… your client…” 

Wouldn’t it be so fun to do it next time when they have more time? To let him know that going down on him makes her wild, hearing him groan or moan her name out, having his hand in her hair, letting her deep throat him… What fun. If she touched herself then, the vibrations from her moaning would only enhance the experience, but it’s not now. It’s not now when Kaveh tells her to finish for him, to please herself in front of him as he’ll watch. Her reward sounds so tempting, she immediately knows what roles they’ll take right now and it makes her moan when she absent-mindedly (more likely, in a lustful daze) touches her clit with her wet fingers. It aches, fuck, it aches so bad and she’s so sensitive now. Because she’s exposed, because her beloved architect is watching. With an eye on art, she hopes that this picture of herself is one of his favorites. 

“Then climb on the bed and watch me closely,” she tilts her head to the side, breathing out with a small smirk appearing on her face. Her gaze is glued to him as his hair falls down on his shoulders, he looks like a god worthy of worship and she’ll always be ready to get on her knees for him if he asks. Zarina wants to drive him mad, to make him wish to have her more, become greedier and leave his mark on her. “Watch how… fuck, I take my fingers and imagine they’re yours… Don’t look away.” 

He can settle down in front of her so he can see the way she spreads her arousal, letting her fingers play with her puffy clit. Zarina moans openly without holding back when she starts to play with it, rubbing slowly in circles. Her legs spread a bit more, her mind is wired at the thought of Kaveh looking. Looking at her, looking at the way her body arches when he presses on that aching clit and lifts her hips up just a bit, begging her own self to fill the emptiness. So she teases herself, not letting her fingers dive deep inside her core and instead edging herself by teasing her clitoris, her legs tense and so does her body, mouth opening in moans and whimpers of his name. Look at her, want her, desire her by  watching the show she’s giving.

“Fuck, Kaveh, mhm, Kaveh~” She utters his name like a gospel, melodic yet just a higher pitch. Similar to how she begs him to fuck her more. Her body yearns for more, to feel full, to find that sweet spot. She feels warm, so fucking warm, almost hot when her fingers finally tease her opening, she ensures her palm still teases her clit, it almost makes her close her legs but she keeps them open because she has a viewer, a beloved one at that. So when she dips her fingers inside, they easily slip in, she takes two of them at the same time as she’s already worked herself up.

But Kaveh knows, her two fingers may not be enough when she wants to cum faster. She moans again as she curls her fingers inside her gummy walls, feeling them acquiesce around her digits. Her mouth opens to take in larger breaths, her chest heaves, but instead of leaving it alone, Sokolova uses her free hand to play with it. To pinch nipple, to massage the sensitive flesh as her fingers would thrust in and out. When she reaches that sweet spot, her hips lift up again, wishing to get her fingers deeper, but it doesn’t always work (that’s why she has toys). 

Repeated actions, change between thrusting her fingers and curling them inside her, then play with her chest. It continues to turn her on more because she knows Kaveh’s watching, he’s watching how much wetter she gets, he hears the squelching sounds, he watches her moan and lose herself in self-pleasure. And oh, he knows she’s close by the way her voice hits a higher note, delicious and sweet in its delivery. Her mind is fuzzy and misty as she knows she’s trying to fuck her own fingers, the fact that Kaveh’s watching melting in the back of her mind as she chases that particular high when she finds the way to curl her fingers just right to hit that spot, to angle her hips a bit, to squeeze her chest a bit stronger (to make it hurt just a bit, to pinch her nipple hard) until all she sees is white. 

“Kaveh, Kaveh, Kaveh!” She repeats his name, her mind yearning for him even in the midst of this climax. It almost sounds like a sob, almost, but it’s heavy and wanting. She feels herself squeeze around her fingers, her body tensing and she feels how that thread is snapping and her back arches, body trembles from the hit of delight at the peak of pleasure. Let her beloved watch, let her man see how insane he drives her, let him see she’ll give him anything be it a show or her everything. Let him know she fucks her fingers and always says his name while doing so because she imagines him and only him doing this to her. 

“Mhmm, haah,” she mewls, her body still trembling as her high leaves her sensitive and she knows she’s made a mess between her legs for him. Eyes are closed for a moment, her breathing is heavy and deep as Zarina whimpers when she takes her fingers out of her. Shes’s so sensitive, so fucking sensitive, it felt good to come undone and let Kaveh watch. It’s so hot of him to watch, to witness, to study, to know this is how she gets off when they’re far apart. The desperation and the yearning. 

Golden eyes open, misty and clouded with lust as she seeks out her beloved through the thin layer of tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. She blinks them away, only now noticing that it seems like as she was moaning out loud, a thin trail of saliva rolls down her chin. Ah, she’s so messy, but it’s all better for the show, isn’t it? So debauched for him, so openly perverted, so fully his and his alone. 

“W-was I…Was I good?” Through the veil of lust and still coming down from her orgasm, sensitivity all too high and her body in overdrive, her question is almost silly. But she likes when he calls her a good girl, she likes when he praises her, she likes getting attention from him. And she likes when he talks to her, she simply adores his voice, his touch, him as a whole. Because she loves him, she loves him so ardently and deeply. And it’s so obvious in the way she looks at him, even with lust and arousal ruling her mind, there is such intense and deep love, there is adoration beyond any vocabulary known to any and all living beings of Teyvat. It’s deep and profound, there is endless devotion and loyalty and… so much love, an endless pit of love.

[zorkaya-moved]

❛ we should just ditch them and have a night to ourselves. ❜ another one from kaveh because why not <3

@avaere

They sit so close together, a preferable take on the seating arrangements during a night out with some friends. There are those who praise their union and there are those who are envious of it, but there are also those who just enjoy calling out any moment of closeness with a friendly smirk and jab. As of now, their closeness brings out the attention of their friends during a card match. TCG is a popular game across Teyvat, and Sokolova's well aware that the General Mahamatra is one to reign supreme in these types of games as the champion.

It was supposed to be a guys' night out, wasn't it? She simply came across them to pick up her own order of alcohol since her stash was running low. But being invited over and staying for a bit longer wasn't denied, if anything, there was amusement in the sight of four figures and a daring challenge issued to her was accepted without any hesitation.

Perhaps, that's why when Kaveh's hand circles around her waist as they sit closely and he brings his lips to ear her to whisper those daring words, Zarina shows a surprise expression with an amused smile. Her eyes look at her lover as she keeps her cards hidden, glancing at the architect with a glimmer in the eyes of ichor:

"Those are your friends, Kaveh," she whispers back, holding back laughter that threatens to betray how ridiculous the idea sounded, but how warm it made her feel. It's not as if he wants to win that badly to distract her from the game, but it still almost makes her call that out while noting on how the other three were discussing something else. Pardon, Tighnari and Cyno were, Al-Haitham seemed to mostly listen. "This was supposed to be your guys' night out!" Theatrically, she gasps softly, unable to stop smiling at the giggles shared between them. Sokolova covers the cards with her hand to ensure that Kaveh won't see them, or anyone won't see them for that matter.

Zarina doesn't mind the playful run of Kaveh's fingers on her waist, a gentle caress and a light pinch to make her laugh from their silly banter. It's light, even without drinks involved, even if she's sure there have been drinks already provided when she arrived. There is a familiar scent lingering around the architect, a familiar smell of liquor but she doesn't mind when it's mixed with his cologne and just him in general.

When Kaveh laughs and hides his face in the crook of her neck, Sokolova finds herself wanting to ditch the night as well. His laughter is so warm and she enjoys hearing it so much. It seems that their whispers between each other brought the attention of the others.

"Cheating is prohibited," Cyno speaks out, clearly meaning the cards and the possible exchange between the two lovers' 'strategic meeting'. Zarina finds herself snorting at that, enjoying too much the closeness between herself and the architect. "But maybe you two should head back."

"Yeah, it's veeeery obvious he won't concentrate on the game anymore," Tighnari smirks, sharpness of his eyes always being one of his strongest traits. How scary, the Forest Ranger should always be minded, especially as one of Naphis' most honored students. Zarina catches herself thinking on how she needs to avoid him when she goes out next time on her own business.

"Keep him at your place tonight," Al-Haitham notes, arms crossed over his chest and Zarina immediately knows that they keys to the Scribe's house were once again forgotten. Not an issue, but it makes her bite back another surge of laughter but it dies down when she hears Kaveh call her name again.

Her gaze visibly softens as she agrees to leave with Kaveh for the night, thanking the men for letting her join their game night and leaving while holding hands with the architect. Others may look, but none will ever be able to be either of them because there are only two people who deserve each other so much and their names are Kaveh and Zarina. They belong together, and it's so obvious to those who look from the side.

"I could've gotten the first place, you know," Zarina jokes, lacing her fingers with her beloved as they exit the tavern and let the colder air hit both of their faces. A pleasant change.

"Mhmm, yes, but a night to ourselves sounds more fun," Kaveh's words have a way to make her whole soul light up, joy from hearing him wanting to spend more time with her only making the silverette become just a bit greedier. He's making it impossible not to be. All of this warmth, all of these smiles, all of those words, and now them going back to her place to enjoy a night for themselves?

Instead of just holding his hand, Zarina steps just a bit closer to hug his arm instead, kissing his cheek as a way to show affection. If others see them being so loving, then so be it. Sokolova was more than happy to show off their bond.

"You keep spoiling me and you won't be leaving my house, Kaveh," she threatens jokingly, her eyes shining with delight upon seeing the blonde's smile and feel him squeeze her hand back. It's so silly, but being wanted and being just a bit clingy sounds like nothing else she's ever experienced before. It's almost scary how his company brings out such unique sides of her, but she attributes it to the true love and the teachings of her mother.

"As if I would want to leave."

"You'd be forced to if your meeting with a client is in the morning like last time."

"Ugh, don't remind me. It was the longest and the shortest meeting I've gone through."

"Uh-huh, you even asked me to stay in bed."

"And you did."

"Of course, I did."

Of course, she'd do anything to make him happy. Just waiting as he asked was nothing to her.

[zorkaya-moved]

"Smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips." sighs ... kaveh being kaveh ... of course ...

@avaere

Zarina catches herself playfully rolling her eyes at the words spoken by the architect, stifling her laugh. He really can say such things out of the blue and then smile so cheekily at her. It's unfair how attractive he looks no matter what he does, but it brings delight into her heart as he seems to look better than yesterday. It seems that he slept better today than yesterday. It was a good idea to lull him to sleep with stating she wants to cuddle and to nod off together instead of anything more... adventurous. As always.

But it also seems Kaveh started to figure her out much better than others. She almost shows him the tip of her tongue as a cheesy and childish response to his words, forgetting her own maturity. Then again, they can have their own silly moments whenever they wanted to. It's the beauty of being together in the same space every once in a while, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere and indulging in each other's company. Though, it also makes it clear that there are still countless sides to Kaveh she hasn't seen or hasn't learned about. Or, perhaps, simply denied herself from psychoanalyzing out of love and respect for him.

"Oh really?" She raises her eyebrow at him, challenging him to continue his train of thought with a confident smirk. He's well-aware she lacks any sense of shame by now, flirtations and teasings coming out of her mouth like melodies. She flirts as easy as she breathes, using words as her weapon to strike the hearts of those who desire to come closer. Naturally, the architect has the protection of her love to avoid any truly harmful distortions her words can bring.

"Is this an invitation, Kaveh?" Zarina muses as she steps closer to him, twirling a lock of silver hair around her index finger. The sway of her hips is just a bit exaggerated to make him look and to see if he's willing to go further with this beginning. It's not like he has work left for the rest of the day, right? Of course, he has, he always does. The blueprints are laying upstairs and this is a lucky time they can have lunch together with her being present. "You must miss my lips wrapped around you, hm?"

Oh, whatever does she mean by 'you'? It could be many things. Nothing innocent, naturally. Nothing innocent at all. Not when she steps so close to stand between his legs as he sits on the couch, looking down at him with a sly and knowing smile. Her hand rests on his shoulder, fingers gently tapping as if playing music. She usually does, they become each other's instruments in creating such delightful melody in the bedroom.

"Tell me, Kaveh," she lowers her voice to urge him, tilting her head to the side to add even more charm to her appearance. "Tell me the first best thing I can do with my lips. Or," her expression changes quickly from alluring to fondness, laughter tiptoes on the tip of her tongue. "My mind is in the gutter and you're talking about kissing. To which I'll happily grant you as many as you'd want."

[zorkaya-moved]

“  don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that.  ” from :) kaveh :)

@avaere

It feels like this is something that happened before, but there is dissatisfaction with his words. She does not deny her logical viewpoint of herself from the point of view of a normal citizen of Teyvat, but it’s not something she thought Kaveh would speak of. He is acutely aware of her hidden sides, but she is doing her best to open up because she promised to him to be more honest. He asked to be let in and she does so, bit by bit by trying to open up, expose sides others will never be privy to. He does not see the faux happiness and sunshine she represents before the scholars and citizens of Sumeru or the public of Teyvat. She is known as a sunflower, as a woman with a stubborn streak, bright mind and even brighter potential to help others without asking much in return. Sumeru knows her as the light, as the guiding star, as someone who keeps their happiness and their future bright. A reputation built over more than ten years, hearts won over by lives saved and help offered when it was needed so much as if she knew where issues would start. Beloved silver flower of Sumeru who may show her thorns if someone disturbs or insults her experiments, her job, and the passions she clearly showcases in public. 

But Kaveh is allowed to see what happens behind closed doors. He is allowed to step into the house that is her internal world, he is allowed to catch glimpses of reality that is not so bright and sunshine-like. He now sees the sharpness of her tongue, the subtle cold and analytical looks, he knows of her ability to read people and her ability to turn the conversation favorably for herself. The architect is allowed to hear more honest words about those they are surrounded by, the way she may rationally explain why the present rule of Sumeru is not exactly beneficial for the current generation and how she denies being a Sage solely because it will limit her opportunities as a scholar. Kaveh is allowed to see past comedy, he is allowed to learn and know the truth behind Zarina Sokolova. 

And yet, as much as he is allowed and let in, slowly studying everything that she is… The words spoken by Kaveh suddenly strike her as odd. The internal denial of her natural skills in reading people makes the metaphorical cup of concern spill, exposing the growing concerns that continue to be ignored to ensure that Kaveh himself will open up. As love meant trusting the other person with everything you are, the learning slope was supposed to be tough, but Sokolova slowly started to notice more and more about her beloved that started to concern her. The switch of topics, the denial of care, the mentions of injuries she hasn’t heard of from Kaveh himself, and more instances that caused her to start thinking on how to properly approach this topic with her beloved as to not push him into anything. 

However, the gentleness she usually would attempt to use to approach certain sensitive subjects would be gone for this very moment. Perhaps, the word ‘monster’ caught her attention or perhaps her speaking with several people prior to their meeting today caused her to finally allow herself just a tinge of analysis. Not like she never analyzed Kaveh before, on the contrary: she learned his behavior, she studied his expressions, she memorized his body language, and she knew exactly when he’d wish to be left alone or when he’d need her by his side. Reading him now wasn’t hard, but solely because of that she did not allow herself anything more… breaching. As she did not have the same emotional output as the architect did, she approached his mental and emotional state with more caution because of care. Not that he was fragile, but certain topics may be fragile to him while not being to her. It was a natural deduction, but sadly… Her straightforwardness won today. 

“I am well-aware but I’m having doubts you understand that it’s a two-way street, Kaveh,” she tilts her head to the side, not hiding away her confusion. There is no gentleness in her gaze nor is there the tenderness she usually gazes upon him when she tries to gently offer him a listening ear. Zarina doesn’t enjoy arguments with the architect, knowing full well that he sees the world differently from her and vice versa. It does take time to understand his point of view, but when she lacks information, it becomes harder to comprehend. Manipulation is easy because there is no care, but genuine attempts to understand his point of view clashes too hard with her survival of the fittest mindset. “It’s not all about one person, it’s about us learning more about each other, relying on each other, and supporting each other. However, it seems you…”

Suddenly, she snaps out of her deductive state, signing out and closing her eyes to massage her temple for a second. The silverette understands he must have his reasons, but she hopes to at least hear about his well-being in an honest manner. At least, that. Ranting, venting, screaming, crying. It doesn’t matter how negative, but he does and should and must not always show her the positive, he must let her see the negatives as well. Just as she tries, step by step. It’s not something she ever wishes to push him into or force him into, which is why Zarina finds herself letting out a soft groan while trying to word what she means in a better way instead of coldly analytical. 

Kaveh said it to be supportive, but that is very much the issue as she comes to a crashing understanding. He doesn’t seem to care enough about himself as he cares about her, and it makes her think she does the same without yet knowing just how indulgent and selfish she is. He gets glimpses, the richness of alcohol, the outfits, the people who speak with her, the accessories, the parties, the attention she obviously basks in now that he had the time to learn of her extravagant behavior for the sake of entertainment. He learns, but will she ever learn more about him? What will he let her see?

Another sigh, Sokolova opens her eyes to study her lover’s face. It makes her wonder if he worries he’ll burden her. Such kind-hearted souls like him always worry about that. But the difference is that others do not matter, but he does. She’s always been told that love is a two-way street where love persists despite, but there is a flicker of concern in those golden orbs while looking at the architect. So now, Zarina reaches out to take his hand in hers. A physical contact to prove she is here and she is not going away, but also to keep him here. (Don’t run away from me.)

“Do you understand that I, too, will love you no matter what, Kaveh?” Her voice adapts that gentle note as well, gaze returning to soften the molten gold and cool it off so it won’t be so brightly shining. “Do you think I expect you to be perfect? I do not, you can't be perfect. There is no perfect human in Teyvat. Anyone who seems perfect is simply good at hiding their negative traits, but we all possess them because we are humans.”

Kaveh seems to never listen to others when they show worry. Not only that, she rarely hears from him where he got his bruises or cuts until she points it out. Why not tell something so important she so obviously can assist with, monitor and check in? His girlfriend is a doctor, but she also does not wish to pressure him which now starts to make her relook at her approach. Perhaps, she was incorrect in ignoring her own deductions and studies. The architect is the only one who knows how he feels and what his pain points are. Maybe being too cautious might actually harm them in the long run, but she still approaches with clear concern and love for him. 

“I think you are good at hiding what truly hurts you or worries you,” she confesses, not looking away from his face to see what subtle expression changes will appear. “I think you have things you fear telling me because there is worry that my perception of you will change in a negative way.”

Another silence to linger, to study, to wait out a moment to let those words sit there and become another weight to her attempts at showing him it’s alright… to someday open up. Not even today, but someday. To try. At least, to try. Nothing more. He doesn’t need to do more. An attempt, a try, a wish to try.

“If you will love me even if I might see myself as a monster, why do you act like I will not love you if you do the same to yourself? Perhaps, not a monster, but still something negative,” she does not continue her train of thought, thinking it’s not needed and it’s better left unsaid. Her hands keep his in her tight hold, but also can be easily broken if he pulls away. “I’ve seen the worst in people, Kaveh. And there is nothing you feel, experience, or have gone through that will make me see you in a different light. I only wish to learn more about you, to understand you better, to hopefully offer a listening ear, to be there for you. Because I love you.”

Because I want to be your support where others will never be. “You don’t need to keep this honeymoon phase going, Kaveh. I’m not here to only love your good sides, I won’t leave you no matter what,” her thumb caresses the back of his hand. Does he understand she means every single word? “I want to love you for everything you are. As you are willing to do for me. Can I ask you… to try? To try and trust that I will never, ever see you differently or love you less when you let me in?” It’s simply impossible, it’s impossible to not love him for her. “Not today, not tomorrow. Maybe not this week or this month, but… someday. Because... No matter, I’ll wait for you. I'll wait until you're ready. Because nothing can make me love you less, nothing can make me see you differently.”

There is nothing more she wishes than to give him anything he wishes for. She just wishes for him to show some selfishness, something he wants only for himself. The only time she heard that he said he wanted something was on his birthday when he said he wanted her, out of all things he could ask for, he asked for her. Thus, he'll have her and she'll wait while loving him eternally.

[zorkaya-moved]

❝ they think that this will break my pride, that it will make an end to me, but they are wrong. ❞ oh wow what's this ? kaveh opening up a little bit ? other than his legs ? damn

@avaere

It's not a secret there are rumors lurking around, praising the architect of Kshahrewar, the Light and the one who shines above all and everyone in the Akademiya even after his graduation. Information on him could be easily attained with the right tug of strings and debts owed across Sumeru, a genuine interest and a curious gaze. People talk when they are drunk, when they are comfortable, when they are angry, when they are superior, when they are confident. People talk whenever they pleased, there were too many ways to make another talk by pushing the right buttons. (Who, if not you, can untie a tongue to spill their secrets with a serpent's bite?)

... but it's never done to find information about Kaveh as a person, as an individual, as someone who she wishes to learn more about in an organic and natural way. (I can tell exactly what kind of person you are.) His background and his life can easily be placed in front of her in words, rumors, histories, offers, and more. He's well-beloved by the society, isn't he? And yet, there are those whose envy and bitterness will always shine through. Talented people will always suffer. Talent and kind people might as well be living in Hell to pursue their path to truth, light, and warm hearts.

Cruel words spill and burn like acid on skin, she overhears it by accident right before their meeting was supposed to happen. Lateness is never her friend, but today it granted an insight into something different. Perhaps, something she was too cautious to approach. (What if you break? Don't lie to me and pretend you're whole.) Her hold of the architect's hand is tight, protective, but words don't spill out in concern it'll hurt more and open wounds that shouldn't be open. A name, a woman's name is dropped and she recognizes it from the past within Sumeru. Why would an older man speak that name to Kaveh? Ah, perhaps, Zarina simply is putting wool over her own eyes for the sake of repressing her own deduction to keep herself from analyzing. (Repress yourself for the sake of love.)

❝ they think that this will break my pride, that it will make an end to me, but they are wrong. ❞

When Kaveh speaks, she wonders if he wants to hide the sharp shards that keep his wounds open and bleeding. Metaphorically, of course, but certain scars don't change. Zarina might have shared information about her family quite openly, but did he ever speak of his own? No, she knows he never did. (Will you ever speak your secrets?) Nor she asked, noting on subtle body languages he gave out and the words used and the voice changing just slightly. Sokolova curses her own perceptiveness only by his side, coming to conclusions that are often correct and it creates a paradox within. But right now, it's not about said paradox, it's about the way her beloved speaks out, sharing bits and pieces of himself she'll hold closely:

"Can I ask you what they meant? By mentioning that woman's name," she is watching him closely, for any and all signals to take, to grasp, to analyze, to memorize, to use for future reference. Words spill gently, carefully, hand is held in both of hers. His touch will always be warm but hers will always be colder. Sun and Moon should've never met, one burning itself away (sacrificing) for others' happiness (warmth) while the other watches the monsters (humans) eat (kill) each in shadows. For as the Sun will continue to burn itself away, the Moon would want to use shadows to destroy every single one making the Sun suffer with a smile on its face. "Kaveh."

Pride, he says. Zarina pushes her own knowledge away, wishing to hear it from him if he ever wishes to share. Don't understand, don't figure it out, don't connect the dots, refuse to know, force yourself away from selfishness and hunger for information. Do not seek to make him into another book of information you'll keep in the library of your own mind to use.

"I don't want to... learn on my own from others," she tries to explain the reason for asking, not pushing but explaining. "I want to hear if you'd ever be alright with saying more to me. If not, I'll start you a bath and let you relax." Give you space as I already asked the question. "I won't ask again if you're not ready." The words spoken, even if she did not hear the whole thing.

Her hold on his hand grows tighter for a moment before relaxing. Why can't she make everyone who hurts him disappear? Why must he bleed as others laugh in golden palaces? (As if you're better.) "It seems... you're still bothered by them. But be honest, please. If it's not the time, tell me. If you're hurt, tell me. If you're bothered, tell me. If you're tired, tell me. If you're angry, tell me." If he asked to protect her, then he, too, should learn how to open up, yes? The Sun and Moon have a lot to learn by each other's side. "I'll listen. To you alone, I'll always listen to."

[zorkaya-moved]

lmao let's do this again i fucked up by posting this on my sideblog where i check if tags work lolol.

new tags. casual reminder that as the relationship progresses, certain platonic tags may turn into romantic or vice versa!

part 1 of tags includes tags for: @avaere , @etherealguard , @xamassed , @litpyres , @imarahuyo , @wonderloste , @londonfallen , @galaxiasus

[zorkaya-moved]

“ who was your first kiss? “ from kaveh : ' )

@avaere

A book on physics is closed with a pop, placed away on the other side of the table as Sokolova turns her eyes to look at her beloved. Kaveh's question isn't out of the left field as they've been discussing each other's past, the funny adventures and the moment that made them laugh or smile or just experience normal, mundane ridiculousness.

His curious eyes almost make her chuckle at the question. Her first kiss? It's hard to remember right now, but she takes a moment to think. Who was it? There have been many people she kissed, she hugged, she used for pleasure, she told lies to make them fall in love with her or become addicted to her until they were tossed away. Not that Kaveh should know anything about that, but the question brings up many memories. And finally, she reaches the one that is needed for this conversation.

Not someone who left an impact on her, just opened her an interest in physical intimacy and if it would make her feel something.

"A fellow hunter from my village," she shrugs, not even remembering his name or what eye color he had. Unimportant, a simple by-passing event in her life that disappointed her in the end. "It was a festival and we were celebrating. He wanted to kiss me in on the cheek, probably, can't tell but I turned my head because he was saying my name," Zarina leans forward on the table with her arms, slouching just a bit because she finds that memory all too boring. Boring, unnecessary, disappointing in the end. Someone who did not capture her interest and did not survive her ruthless nature. "Well, no one ever kissed me like you did."

A smug smile appears on her face after she says the last word, giving the architect a meaningful look. Even goes as far as to look from his eyes to his lips and back, wiggling her eyebrows for a moment to bring out a pearl of laughter from him. Of course, no one ever kissed her like Kaveh did: warm and loving, passionate and wanting, sometimes with a touch of possessiveness and sometimes with a touch of fragility as if she'll break if he holds her a bit too tightly. No one will make her heart beat so fast, no one will make her gaze soften so much, no one will make her love as he does.

"You are my first love," she says, propping her chin on her hand and continuing looking straight at Kaveh, not breaking the eye contact. "You were my first true love kiss, Kaveh." There will be no one like you.

[zorkaya-moved]

[ quiet ] okay so i remember us talking about how kaveh would use his fingers in her mouth to make her stay quiet ... in a moment where they would ... go at it semi-publicly ... and i mean ... here it is

@avaere

A boring dinner with a boring opposite party meant little to nothing to her, but refusing an invitation would be harmful for future work and reputation. Though, it’s no longer a concern when Kaveh shows her that he, too, can be quite daring and bold in their fun. It seems he was just as bored, but never did Sokolova imagine he’d be alright with doing something so… alluring. When his warm touch was felt on her thigh, she would only show it by her small look of puzzlement on her face.

The professors notice her surprise but are fools enough to think it’s about their self-important matters, which she feeds with a polite and charming smile while spreading her legs just a bit, enough to let Kaveh’s hand have access to what he wants. Her heartbeat increases, she can feel herself becoming absolutely smitten by his actions, finding his actions to be the highest epitome of praise to her and a way to let her know that he’d do this to her. In public. Under this very table. In front of professors who are interested in the future improvements and research, wishing for two of the brightest minds to attend their meeting as they thought the combination of technology and medicine like before would make another breakthrough. 

Ah, but it didn’t really matter. The longer the talk went, the bolder Kaveh’s actions became and Zarina might have held off like a champion, only squeezing her thighs together when he’d tease her clit just a bit too much to cause her frown a bit on the outside and cover her mouth which started to worry the professors. She would only smile weakly and tell them (in a surprising stable voice) that she’s simply not feeling well from the heat. Sokolova would not deny that she loved Kaveh’s hands, his nimble fingers and bold touch. And right now, his hand and those fingers were causing her to feel her body’s temperature rise in an already warm room, wetness coating his digits as she felt closer and closer to something that’ll be impossible to ignore or to cover up in a silent manner. 

And her dearest architect? Oh, he looked as calm as ever, causing Zarina’s mind to switch to a sweeter and more submissive self. It’s like a switch has been flipped whenever Kaveh would show such assertiveness, a knowing look crossing his face when he’d glance over to her as she tried to hold back a sound, a strained smile making the professors not think much about it until Zarina let out a soft groan. 

Out loud. 

Fuck. 

“Miss Sokolova? Are you alright?” One of the professors asked, concern suddenly appearing on his face. 

Her beloved’s hand retro retreated from pleasing her. With a flushed face and just dazed enough look, she would massage temples, an apologetic smile appearing on her face. She’s an actor through and through. 

“I’m sorry but I… really don’t feel well,” she said, tugging on the collar on her dress. “The heat’s been… really bad to me.”

“Ah, yes, you are a Snezhnayan. Must be tough with such a different climate. Didn’t you say you were raised near the mountains of Snezhnaya?”

A thought flashes inside the woman’s mind: Let me go excuse myself, you old fuck. 

“Y-yes, that is correct,” she tries to keep herself from allowing a bite to appear in her voice. It’s easy, sure, but not when she knows Kaveh will catch the drift and follow her at a bit of a later date. “Allow me to excuse myself. I’ll ask the staff to show me where I can rest. I don’t want to interrupt your discussions.”

Every single bit of information already coded for her beloved to follow through: ask the staff member to which secluded room I went to.  

“Of course, Miss Sokolova! Once you feel better, please don’t hesitate to come back to us.” 

“I’m grateful for your generosity.  I hope staying in a cooler room will be beneficial for my state.” As she now looks at Kaveh, she reaches out to touch his hand. “Sorry, love, I should’ve listened to you this morning. Find me when you’re done, alright?”

More like: Finish this up and pretend you’re concerned, because I’m not waiting an eternity for you with how you made me crave you so much. 

As she would get up, she made sure to fox her skirt so there would be nothing seen before calling for one of the staff members and letting them escort her to a secluded room. Not even glancing back at Kaveh to not make it suspicious. 

Little did those foolish old geezers know that the architect would follow her afterward not to check on her well-being out of concern, but out of a similar need to get out and have true fun with each other. It took only a moment for them to reunite and kiss, hands seeking each other’s warmth, tugging clothes only until they remembered that they will need to get out of this closed room to meet once again with those fools who couldn’t help but stroke their own egos. Well, Kaveh stroked her thigh just right in exchange for their boring speeches, leading to the present where Kaveh did not help his date cool off but instead only added to the heat he started himself. An adoring event, surely, one where passion strikes again and they are insatiable when it comes to each other. 

It’s no surprise that now as the Amurta’s graduate is stifling her noises as the Light of Kshahrewar is placing open mouth kisses to her neck, his chest pressed against her back as she keeps herself upright by placing her hands against the wall to keep herself from falling down from how deeply inside of her the architect was at the moment. Skirt lifted, underwear moved aside, hips pressed against her ass flush while hands would caress her body through fabric, noting with a hum how she isn’t wearing her bra beneath this dress only to be met with a choked response of how it’s too hot but she’s wearing those nipple cover ups. It’s almost funny if he didn’t use that as a way to roughly massage her breasts through the fabric, forcing a choked gasp out of her only to be shushed. 

He must be smiling, she thinks, pressing her lips together as she finds it mind-blowing that Kaveh would initiate something like this. Happiness wells in her chest, adoration and love mix with passion and lust, creating a cocktail of warmth that makes her lower body move to meet his thrusts when she can. They need to be silent, there are still staff going around here and there and those imbeciles might come around looking for them. 

“K-Kaveh, ah,” it’s impossible to keep his mind out of her mouth, softer and sweeter mewls come out despite her wishes to keep the noises down. But he should know, he must know just how good he makes her feel with each move of his, hitting that sweet spot inside of her and feeling her walls squeeze his cock when his tip reaches that g-spot, causing her to let out those softer moans. Oh how obvious it is that she’s struggling to keep her sounds back, especially not with his hand moving down to play with her clit, making her glance back at him with surprised expression. He’s bringing out such reactions out of her. If they were fucked face to face, he could shut her up with a kiss, but like this? Oh, Archons, she’s in love with him and how bold he is today. It almost makes her knees go weak for that moment, especially when she sees that loving smile on his face and lust-filled maroon eyes. “I-I’m so close.”

Her voice trembles and her back arches as she slides down the wall a bit more, breathing heavily and holding back those mewls of pleasure. The feel of Kaveh’s warmth, his scent, his whispers for her to be quiet. It was melting her brain solely from the sheer amount of love she had for him. She’d be happy to be fucked by him in front of a party, become their most indulgent and erotic dreams from how good Kaveh made her feel. She’d moan loudly for everyone to hear just how no one would make her dearest architect would make her feel. 

“Feels, feels so good,” she can’t help but whisper, most likely noting the fact that they lacked any protection at the very moment. Fucking raw and being in this situation? Oh, he was spoiling her, driving her insane and addicted to him more. ( “We don’t have protection.” “I know, but that’s fine” “Where should I cum?” “Why not… inside me? If you’re ok with it. Or on my ass, Archons, Kaveh, I really don’t care.” ) And the way he fucked her now had some urgency to it, a sweet and pleasant urgency that spoke about their needs to satisfy each other fast to make sure they don’t disappear together for too long, else it’d become rather awkward if they are caught.

Her dazed mind doesn’t hear his soft warning, letting her know about the voices coming closer to where they are hiding. Not that Kaveh stops his movements, but he is urging her to stand up straighter so he could wrap his arm around her waist to bring her up for a kiss to muffle some of the sounds away as he knew very well that she’s close, unbelievably close, but her mind is swimming and one particularly sharp thrust makes her let out a loud gasp. If she were honest, Sokolova doesn’t quite register what happened but it seems that by pure accident, instead of turning her face to him for a kiss, his fingers would slip into her mouth, quite successfully muffling her. 

The voices she heard outside in that moment of clarity make Kaveh’s movements still, deeply sheathed into her while fingers remain inside of her mouth. 

“Master Kaveh? Is everything alright with Miss Sokolova?” A familiar older man’s voice is heard through the door and Zarin is too fucked out of her mind to reply, to answer, and stuffed in her mouth with a couple of fingers that previously pleased her under the table. 

And she’ll be honest, she’s heard fucking nothing of what her beloved said and if his voice sounded stable enough to keep them away. It seems they are away as she hears the soft sigh only, but her body is making her hear white noise in the mix with Kaveh’s voice, her only clarity. 

She feels like he’s about to apologize for shutting her up like this…

…But oh.

Zarina felt like exploding then and there when the way his pads would press against her tongue would make her clench around his cock, harder than before. His hand, oh his hands were everything to her. From hand holding to kissing to licking those fingers off her cum to just watching his write or work or tap his fingers against the table when he’d be thinking about something. She never really spoke about it to him, but this? This was perfect. This was a hidden wish of hers that’s been fulfilled by an accident. Her tongue licks the digits eagerly, and it seems that Kaveh understood that she is… very into it as he didn’t retrieve them. Instead, he moved them around, causing another stifled sound from the silverette, her pussy clamping down around him again and it seems like he groaned himself at that tight sensation. 

No, did he ask her if she likes it? Or did he make a statement that she does like this? She can’t tell, her body felt like this was the last straw to snap before her mind goes blank, white and she feels her climax hitting. Her eyes roll back from the sensation, not caring anything about how her spit would roll down her chin as she was more than happy to have his fingers inside her mouth. It’s amazing how she doesn’t sound louder but her body trembles under Kaveh, shaking from her orgasm as she knows her eyes are teary and the room is too fucking hot to breathe normally in. Their heavy breathing is muffled by each of their attempts as she can feel the architect fuck her through her orgasm, thrusts getting sloppier and she moans on his fingers, overstimulated body crying out in pleasure as she would’ve begged for him to cum inside her if not for her mouth being occupied by his fingers. 

And those fingers do a tremendous job. 

…

…

…

“M-Miss Sokolova?!” The older professor’s worried words are like white noise, too as Sokolova leans against Kaveh, putting most of her weight on him as she felt his hand wrapped around her waist to keep her stable, to help her walk. Certainly, it’s amazing how no one even questioned them, but maybe it’s because of Kaveh’s spectacular ability to look downright incredible no matter what he does. A fix to his hair, his clothes, helping Sokolova herself with fixing herself up to the best of their combined ability. 

“I-I’m sorry, everyone,” she sounds hushed, cheeks still flushed but to those who don’t know she’d look like she’s having a fever. “I ruined this dinner for everyone… with my heat stroke.” Naturally, she has the mind to make them feel guilty and to turn their minds away from trying to analyze her state and Kaveh’s state. 

“Please do not apologize! Master Kaveh, let’s continue this meeting next time. Sage Naphis won’t hear the end of me if Miss Sokolova cannot attend the next meeting,” the older man says jokingly, but also showing genuine worry for the other’s well-being. “Thank you so much for accepting my invitation, Master Kaveh. I’m looking forward to our next meeting.”

Pleasant goodbyes are exchanged and the couple leaves the restaurant alone to meet the colder evening breeze. It's heard how the staff murmurs about the two leaving together, wondering if it's really a heat stroke and if maybe it was something different. However, most would shush those who'd say anything naughty, stating how worried the architect looked when he asked for a glass of water.

It feels a bit awkward to walk alone, especially in heels, but they make it possible, together.

“Kaveh,” Zarina suddenly says, still leaning against the man with a smile, holding back a pearl of laughter. “Once we’re back home, we’re fucking against the wall again but facing each other and my leg on your shoulder.”

A moment of silence. 

“Or want to repeat what we’ve done but now with letting me suck those fingers of yours better?” 

That certainly comes out as a purr, she places her hand on top of his that rests on her waist. 

They’re not done yet. 

[zorkaya-moved]

👀 oh for kaveh for sure ... spill the tea ...

@avaere

send 👀 for a dirty thought and/or fantasy my muse has had about yours.

"Ah... where do I begin?" She chuckles softly, thinking to herself of all the dirty ideas, thoughts, and scenarios she imagines in the past in the fantasy daze or even to get herself off when they were far apart. Zarina hums, thoughtfully and just a bit too long to show that her list was going far and she was searching for the ones to say out loud. "I'll give you two for different roles we take, one for when I'm leading and one where you are leading. Because I love you so much."

Another chuckle as the woman smiles, sly and mischievous.

"If you will let me, I want you to fully submit to me. I want to have your hands tied to the bedframe with my prettiest rope to fit the color of your eyes, but I also want to put a blindfold on you," she thinks how pretty he'd look like that, all at her mercy. "I want you to not know where I am or where I will touch next, I can only imagine how the tension will get to you. I'm quiet when I want to be, aren't I? Now in that position where you cannot touch me and cannot find it, relying solely on your hearing? Human body reacts much stronger than some of their senses are restricted or taken away. Imagine how your body would react to my touch then? My voice?" He'd be alluring, not like he wasn't usually, but she feels the desire to tease more and more. "The light jumps, the soft calls of my name, me asking you what do you want and where you'd like me to touch you and ignoring your arousal until I'm satisfied with worshipping and touching you. Oh, but when I finally have enough of my fun, I'll overstimulate you since you've asked me to touch you so much. You'd be able to handle it if I would want to drag out an orgasm after an orgasm from you, right?" She'll make him strain his voice, erase the bashfulness and know just how it is to be fully taken care of. Sexy and aftercare. "Ah... I might drive you to tears from pleasure. I promise to kiss them all away and praise you endlessly until the only thing on your mind is me. No external worries, no work, no concern about loudness, no need to hold back. Hm, then also watch your face flush the next day if there will be some marks left from where I tied you up. I promise to kiss them all better."

Oh, that was a long one already. She's given herself a bit too much time to speak of that specific scenario. It's been circling in her mind forever.

"As for the role reversal... It's not as specific, but I've had this thought for a bit."

"Maybe I'm feeling just a tinge bit masochistic, but those rare moments of when you get possessive are exquisite. I melt from just that growl in your voice, ready to make each and every dream of yours true," she feels like drooling at the thought, combined with her previous fantasy discussion. "Hm, a fantasy of mine does include me helping you de-stress. The rush, half-clothed bodies pressed against each other, you bending me over your work desk, using me to get gid off that stress. Gods, you can rant, you can press me against the desk, you can order me to be quiet. I get off your voice far more than you can imagine, the sound of it keeps me going like no other. Just pure, raw fuck where your touch can be stronger and you don't have to worry about breaking me because I'm not fragile." She twirls a lock of silver around her index finger. "Maybe it's just me wanting for you to let go, to free yourself from the stressors for a moment to enjoy and lose yourself in me. Sometimes, I just want to be... manhandled by you a bit," she laughs, genuinely finding it hard to explain exactly what she wants. Her desire is more about helping Kaveh, let him let loose, and make him enjoy himself like no other did. "Order me around, make me take and accept everything you have to offer, leave marks on me to stake claim that's only yours to do. Imagine if to keep me quiet, you force me to stand up, turn my face to you and kiss me deeply? I'm not afraid to get messy, Kaveh, my question is more where your boundaries lie. My rather shameless self even had a thought of taking a stimulant and seeing if I can keep my hands off you or myself for the whole day, bu~ut, I don't know how adventurous you'd like to get."

[zorkaya-moved]

Bare bodies pressed against one another, Kaveh had already sunk deeply within Zarina, a hand gliding across her lower back and soon down her waist. They had already been intimate for a moment, kisses and breaths exchanged, the architect having instructed her to get on her knees, bend over and have him. Have what he had to offer, feel his pulsating desire for her as he would allow his cock to thrust repeatedly, deeply.

Though, that was not merely his plan, for what had followed had been a shift, his weight pressing slightly on top of her back, lips linger by her ear. Here, hushed whispers would be left for her enjoyment, the curious hand on her waist seeking her clit, stroking it generously as thrust would slow down.

"I love you," Kaveh whispered by her ear, hips sliding slightly away before falling back in, sweet thrusts meant to entice Zadina further, to make her long for what he had to offer. "Has anyone ever loved you this good? So hard? So..."

A deep, seemingly firm thrust came as a sole finger traced its tip over her clit, lips kissing by her ear; "... unconditionally." While he loved their intimacy, the way their bodies seemed to be made for each other and how they always urged the other to take on new knowledge, it was her mind and heart that fully reached out to him. Zarina's mind was exceptional, and she was bright, so bright that Kaveh found himself at his knees for her.

"Zarina..." Pressing deep within her, he let his erection rest inside her, feeling her walls shift as finger kept tending to her clit, teasing and caressing it over and over. Another kiss by her was followed with a warm, yet seemingly dominant end, a slightly possessive tone rare to sound from the architect; "... I'm so glad you're mine."

@avaere

It’s not rare for them to change roles on who decides to be the more dominant and assertive one, but Zarina’s never been so… excited to have someone’s control over her, to have someone have her like this and be so obediently listening to the orders given. It’s not harsh, Kaveh’s voice is akin to honey and sweetness that makes her get drunk on just a couple of kisses alone. It makes her heart flutter in her chest when she sees a more assertive gleam in his eyes, the way his voice takes on a bit of a different tone (yet still so loving and warm). It’d be a lie to say she isn’t looking forward to these moments, perhaps waiting with baited breath because it never stops sending shivers down her spine and small electric shocks across her body. He’s ruining her reputation as the controlling and assertive one, but she doesn’t care. Finally, she enjoys fully and wholly when these moments happen and she is so easily letting him take control. 

Today is no different. Not when his kisses alone made her moan, eyelashes fluttering as she’d be so eager to please, so eager to love him, so eager to have him, so eager to please him. After all, he always does the same. So she listens and does as she’s asked, getting on her hands and knees, bending down to have her ass up and chest pressed against their mattress. She makes her comfortable by hugging the pillow, wondering just how messy her braid will get tonight for a brief moment. 

Well, any and all thoughts would become irrelevant when she’d look back at Kaveh and feel her heart jump in her chest. He looked majestic, as he always did. The colors of his eyes, the way the dim light in the room made his hair look so pretty, the physique. And oh, she could feel herself clench around nothing when he’d tease her, making her yearn for him more and more only to fill the room with a sweet moan when he’d sheathe himself inside of her. This position wasn’t unusual but it was rarer than expected, solely because they preferred to see each other’s faces and have an easier way kissing, but this? Oh, the depth and the angle made Sokolova arch her back, hugging her pillow a bit tighter. Every single time he fucked her like this, she knew it’d be a long, messy one, but she loved every single second of it. 

“Kaveh—!” Her voice is a softer whimper when she feels him move, making her body take all of him. From more shallow thrusts to deep and rough ones that would drag sounds out of her, so sweet and tender in their shared room; calling out to him, letting him know only he makes her feel this way. She can feel her cheeks flush and can sense the heat travel down to her neck and shoulders, her plump lips open in gasping for air and letting the architect know just how much she enjoyed his touch. On her pale, white skin the marks left by Kaveh already start to appear as pretty drops of colors on a canvas. Her back muscles tensed and relaxed with each thrust, causing her to push her ass against him, so he could sink deeper into her and give her every single bit of himself. It feels good, it feels hot and she can’t help but want more. She could feel him, feel his touch, feel his gaze on her and it only turned her on more. The wet slaps only adding to the heat of the situation, she can feel herself reaching closer to the peak but then Kaveh stops but doesn’t pull out. 

Zarina blinks, confused at first at the sudden stop, stopping herself from hugging the pillow to try and get a better look at her beloved but then she feels the shift. It all happens in a moment, his chest pressed against her back, a hand next to her to keep himself not fully on her but this already makes her whimper when she can feel how much deeper this position let the architect’s be, so fucking deep and filling her to the brim, causing her body to tense at the fullness and lack of movement. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, Kaveh, that’s so, so …. Ah,” she utters his name, but a higher pitch call out of his name happens when she feels his hand slide from her waist to her stomach to then lower until he reaches her clitoris. It ached and hurt to be touched, and even the slightest brush against it made Zarina’s pussy clench around Kaveh, much stronger than before but this sense of deepness and fullness makes her lightheaded as she feels her chest press into the mattress, her whole body reacting to the closeness of her beloved so strongly and she feels drunk on him. On the heat of his body against her, almost being a blanket atop of her, and fuck. He’s so fucking deep and his thrusts are so slow, but she can feel each vein, each curve, each inch of him shaping her inside to fit him. It feels deeper, it feels so much closer and her lower part of the body reacts to his generous stroking of her clit, causing it almost move away from his skilled finger but it’s nigh impossible with how flush against her he’s pressed. It was hard to breathe from stimulation, but that lightheadedness is making her feel like never before.  “Mhmm…”

His whisper against her ear is making her almost hide away in the pillow, muffling her sounds but she doesn’t. Her sight is swimming and she feels the twitching in her thighs at those slow but deep thrusts, he doesn’t pull out far enough, it only makes her feel like he just keeps fucking into her, trying to reach even further and it drives her insane. It’s sweet, it’s slow, it’s so close; he is so close to her and she feels her mind melt under him and his love. 

—I love you.

“L-Love you too…” She has to say back, voice too soft as she fears that words will become a jumble if she doesn’t try to keep it short. Her brain and body are all concentrated on the stimulations provided, each brush against her clitoris and each sweet slide inside of her. Zarina attempts to listen to his voice, to what he says, she really does, but it becomes a blur bit by bit as she cannot help but feel her body scream for more stimulation.

—Has anyone ever loved you this good? So hard? So...

The way he thrusted into her makes Zarina clutch the sheets, letting out a high pitched moan. She doesn’t hear what he says after, just feeling the soft and tender kiss to her ears. This action made her whole body feel like it’s tittering on the edge, her breathing deep and ragged. She knows she’s drooling on the pillow by taking such deep breaths, but this isn’t what causes her eyes to roll back. He keeps talking and she wishes she can pay attention to respond to him, but not when right after that sharper shove, he buries himself into her. She almost slides forward from the weight on top of her despite how much he tries to ease it off her (but she’d love for him to let the gravity take its hold and lay just a bit more of her). It’s hard to breathe, she feels light headed but she wants more. Her body trembles under him, so tense and begging for more, to move and to fuck her nice and raw. She already feels that peak approaching, it’s so close but this isn’t enough to push her over the limits. It’s the best. He’s the best. He’s more than the best, he’s her only one. 

“Ah…!”

As he buries his cock deeper into her cunt, Zarina feels her mind simply shut off. Her body begs for release, but this is causing her body to spasm, muscles tense and her walls to clamp around his dick so much tighter, tigher than before and so fucking greedy. Like her body both begs for him to move but also to stay so deep inside her, filing her to the brim and not letting her go away. Her body aches to get some semblance of distance, but their closeness prevents it and she cannot help but feel the tears spill down her cheeks, such pretty crystal tears and she can feel her nipples rubbing against the sheets and they feel so rough despite always being so soft, but it’s all so much and she loves it, loves it, loves it. It feels just a bit like he’s teaching her a lesson for always teasing him, she finds such dominance from him to be… too hot, too fucking hot for her brain to function properly for her pussy not to drip at the sight or sound of it.

Despite her misty mind, she can catch the last part of his words ‘mine.’ Of course, of course, of course she is. She is his, who else’s? She’s his, his love, his beloved, his sweetheart. She prays she won’t accidentally propose to him when he melts her brains away with such a sensual and sexual showcase of his love. 

“Y-yours,” she pushes out, delight obvious in her tone, mixed with breathlessness and body screaming for more. She has to spread her legs just a bit, her hips still moving whenever he plays with her clit, making her let out softer whimpers and mewls and it makes her take shorter breaths. She’s going insane, in the best way for him and him alone. And he’s still so fucking deep inside her, she can feel him so fucking well and she’s afraid she’s going to come undone with just his words alone. He’s close to making her lose it, to make that tense thread snap and make her call out his name yet again like a prayer. “Only… only yours…! 'm yours.” 

Pauses come from the way she feels her body twitch and tense when his fingers brush against her bundle of nerves, it’s so featherlight but if he presses just a bit stronger she’s afraid she’s going to lose. Her eyes are watery and she feels how dry her throat is, but it feels amazing, it feels fantastic. 

“Please, please, I … Ah, I, fuck, c-call me that again,” she curses again, pressing her lips together. With how close Kaveh is, he can see the expression she may have. The way she bites on her lower lip to try and talk but having to repress the urge to moan, to beg, to plead. Well, not the latter two, actually. “I-I can’t hold it back anymore, Kaveh, please. You’re so deep, please, move. It feels so good, ‘m losing m’ mind,” jumbled up mess comes out of her mouth, she doesn’t exactly look at his face despite how close her is. Her mind is clouded with lust, her body is on its last thread that he doesn’t dare to snap, and her walls pulsate around him. She can feel the wetness between her legs, the leaking. She knows that one move of his hips like before would become her undoing.

“Love,” she whines, her hand reaching from under the pillow to place on top of his. It’s almost cute. Her asking for him to perhaps hold her hand down, pin it against the mattress and finally fuck her brains out. She wants to indulge his possessiveness, his greed, his desire for her. Let him have her, she wants to give herself to him. Every last bit of herself. Oh how she wishes she could say that, but her mind’s melting and her body’s begging for release. It’s noticeable by the way her body’s slightly shaking. “P-please make me cum. I-I want… I want more.” 

Oh how she wants him to overstimulate her, make her cum but still fuck her as he chases his own release. And if he wants to cum inside her? She’ll let him, possibly even wishing for him to fuck his own cum into her for the next round. Precautions were taken, but if he wishes to cum on her body, she’d be quite pouty he didn’t cum inside her mouth. She’d ask for that as her reward tonight.

"Only you can... Only you."

Well, the night is still young. And she's more than ready to beg and plead for more.

[zorkaya-moved]

character centric drabble : kaveh, the architect. // @avaere

I am coming through autumn, Coming to you along dark sleepers. Every step is a road into the fire, a road to the fire - It is necessary for me to tell you that there is so little time And that I love you.

A maiden born from winter, you’ve gone through snowy plains and icy terrains to shape yourself into the sharpest blade and sturdiest shield. You’ve forgotten life of joy and living, you’ve long forgotten the very reason why humans live the way they do: because they live, because they look forward, not because they survive and have a sight on world-changing changes. No, they live and you must, too. 

It is why the presence of the architect from Sumeru shatters your shields you’ve built around yourself as the world never protected you. But he never does it with any violence, no, he smiles and ice shatters before him like it held on the last threads of its existence. He smiles and the Sun starts to shine on those icy sculptures representing your dreams that you froze inside yourself as you cannot allow yourself to long for the normalcy, you’ve never expected anyone to touch the thorns and still be comfortable with cold touches. 

Oh, but he’ll bleed for others and you know he’ll bleed for you, too. 

He’ll bleed to warm your icy visage, to give color to those cheeks and ease your burden of solitude, because his heart is one of Sun and light. Stars shine in his eyes and his smile makes life dance in the humid forests of Sumeru. No Archon can best him in beauty, in kindness, in what he makes you feel. If an Archon has followers who worship them, you’d be his tamed beast and his worshiper because you know that any word of his will be your undoing because that warm touch has a grasp on your heart, your soul, your life. But you cannot give him anything aside yourself, but will it be enough for everything he gives you? 

He asks for no riches, no gold and no silver, no scrolls filled with names and their secrets. Instead, he reaches for your hand and dances with you when stars shine above and the music fills the air. His face that lights up makes your heart skip a beat and suddenly the abyssal whispers become quieter, the beast in your purrs and you feel yourself soften, warmth blossoming in your chest like the first bloom of Snezhnaya.

It’s warm, you’re walking on the road of fire and feel the icy self of yours melt beneath such striking fire. But just like he’ll bleed to warm your moonlit visage, you’ll melt to ease his self-sacrificing flame of kindness beneath the sunlight. You will not die, you’ll always tell him you’ll be back to him no matter what because if you disappear… Who will remind him to care for himself, to be selfish and to be greedy? Who will be there to hold him close and spoil him in love, so genuine and so true that poems would be written about the two of you? You’ll never allow yourself to harm him, to allow any harm to come to him as you are in love with him, desperately and obsessively in love with him.

Time ticks behind you when you two laugh and smile, the knowledge of the doom causes you to slow down your steps when you talk and when he looks at you? Asks you what is wrong? You want to tell him, but there is a chain around your neck that’s been strangling you since you were a child. You are a beast, a monster, an apathetic being. You are the beauty that kills and lures, but you know you’ll never let a hair on the architect’s head to be harmed, to be touched, to be claimed by anyone but you. So you steel yourself, remembering his promise of protection. 

But can he protect you? Can you let him protect you? 

—If not him, then who? 

How dare you speak of love when you know that it must be mutual, it must be mutual in protection and communication. Your parents were your guiding light in love, they’ve spoken and they’ve talked. They’ve accepted and they’ve moved on. 

But will he be the same? 

His gaze tells you yes, your cynicism tells you no. 

But you decide to believe him, you believe him and you take his hand as he leads you towards the road of sunlight and greenery. His hand is warm, you feel the temptation of falling apart. Right here in the middle of a garden of life where no ice will survive, no winter will come, and no place for her truly exists. Not in this land of goodness and blessings, but by his side? You know he’ll make a home in the middle of this garden just for you to know you can return. To him, to your little home, to an impossible dream made possible with three words and a bright smile. 

So when he tilts his head in curiosity when you stop, holding his hand in yours, you tell him with a trembling voice: 

“I love you.” 

You feel how this road of fire melts your guard up, the road towards him and his love will be paved in sun and light, but you’ll go through it because you want to be with him, to love him, to betray your own ideals and your own cynical frigidness. Selfishly, you hold his hand and you find yourself scared. As if the confession of love you’ve always done feels raw and it tears apart at your throat, you know the beast inside of you claws at your existence, crying: see me, accept me, embrace me, don’t look away and let my winter finally bear its first and last bloom before time runs out. 

“I love you.” 

You repeat, your voice trembles and you feel yourself shattering. In this garden full of life and on this road into the fire, you know your time is running out. The time to confess, to explain, to stop hiding, to finally let his words sink so deeply within you that if he pushes you away, you’ll never see color in this unfair world. But you trust him, you trust in your mutual love, and you reach out to him like you never reached out to anyone else. 

—Let me learn how to learn on you, rely on you, and let you protect me. It’ll take me long, forgive me.

You press your lips together, suddenly feeling how your eyes are filling up with tears. In the golden shine of the Sun he looks divine and you cannot let this shine to be harmed by secrets, by half-truths and by masks. 

You don’t have time to spare to delay, you’ll lose the chance if you do not say it now. Confess your sins to the Dendro Archon not because you feel bad for them but because it means a future with him. Betray your ideals and your ambition from childhood to embrace what you heart longs for, always did and always will. 

Years upon years of distance and lament, the solitude and soft hopes that someone will reach out. You’ve become strong to protect your family but did you ever let anyone protect you? Allow anyone to protect you? Your tears tell another tale, they are crystal clear despite the blood you’ve spilled mercilessly for the sake of your own goals, but when he cups your face, worried and concerned, you want to weep and you want to cry like a little girl from your childhood who cried for someone to save her, protect her, keep her, hold her, tell her it’ll be alright. 

“I love you, Kaveh.” 

You sob into his chest as his arms hold your trembling and vulnerable form. In the middle of a sunny road paved with greenery and flowers where you’ve never belonged. You belong to roads of ice, forged through blood and steel and survivors’ screams but for now, by his side, you want to belong to these sunny plains and flowers, in the warmth of your beloved. 

So you let him hold you, protect you, ask what’s wrong.

And you cry, because you’ve never cried like this. You’ve never let your tears be truly seen by anyone, but you are tired and you were envious of those who could do it. And right now? On this road into the fire, you’ll melt in the embrace of fire because you finally have a place to belong to (a person to love you) in a place where winter was never welcome. 

“Please,” you sob out again, clinging to him, desperate for him to stay. “Don’t let go. Don’t let this be a dream.”

Protect me, please, let me be weak before you. 

“Don’t disappear.”

Like mom and dad did. 

“Let me stay by your side.”

Even when the sun exposes my blood soaked hands.

You don't have much time left until your plans may ruin it all, if you do not confess your sins. So bask in his love before it's too late and the serpent dreaming of your demise will remains deep within the hidden laboratory where death (you) claimed countless lives in the name of human ambition.