#*post-EW

[nearlyjaye]

through the dark

Sidurgu/WoL/G'raha | 1.3k | Mature

Sidurgu and G'raha reminisce on their relationship with the Warrior of Light.

CW for NSFW text and references to sexual content.

“Are you sure you’re doing alright, my love?”

He asks it with the utmost gentleness, sliding his head down on the pillow so he’s closer to Zala’s level. She hums sleepily into the mattress from her position on her belly, only turning her head when G’raha carefully nudges her cheek to catch her attention again. Though he’s already checked in while he took the warm, damp cloth between her legs and brought her a glass of water, he needs to hear her say it one more time.

“Mmhmm, Raha. I’m more than alright—there’s no need to fret about me.”

A smile breaks across his face at her words and the way her bangs cascade into her fluttering lashes. He brushes them away and sighs in small relief, biting back the urge to praise her again for how well she did tonight—his cock is already exhausted inside the shorts he pulled on, but even if it wasn’t, he doesn’t want to risk disturbing Zala’s much-needed doze beside him.

Instead, he merely cards his fingers through her tangled curls to settle on her bare shoulders, mapping the distance between old and new scars alike as he listens to her breaths even out. His heart is so full with her that it takes him a moment to register the door to their bedroom sliding open and the tall figure entering.

“Ahem—” Sidurgu’s voice clears lowly, eyes tearing away when they land on the bed in front of him. He’s cleaned and re-dressed himself in an undershirt and shorts, scratching at his neck while he gestures towards the direction of the living room outside. “...I’ll just be out here, if you still don’t mind.”

But G’raha frowns as Sidurgu turns to go retire to the couch they’d offered him to crash on before things had, well… Escalated.

“We don’t mind, but—” he whispers loudly, catching Sidurgu in the doorframe. “Y-you could also sleep here, if you’d like. With us. That sofa will not be kind to your spine, and our bed is large enough for three, anyways.”

He’s not sure what compels him to say it—Zala’s nearly completely asleep, and he’s only met this old friend of hers a few bells ago. Perhaps it’s the lingering taste of Sidurgu’s tongue on his lips, or the imprints of his nails on Zala’s waist, but somehow it just feels wrong to send him away for the remainder of the night.

Sidurgu hesitates, shifting awkwardly. “If it would not be intruding…”

“Oh, not at all!” G’raha encourages, reaching over Zala’s form to pull back the edge of their quilt. “Please. And I know for certain she’d say the same as well.”

The bed creaks after Sidurgu treads over to recline on the very edge, one leg attached to the floor as if he’s still contemplating fleeing. He glances over at the both of them from the corner of his eye, and G’raha gives him a reassuring smile. The air is different now that the intense fog of desire has settled and Zala is no longer facilitating conversation between them like she had at their impromptu meeting in Gridania, but something about the man’s steady gaze keeps him at ease.

Still, he’s surprised when Sidurgu’s the first to speak. “...She’s already asleep,” he notes as G’raha continues stroking her hair and shoulder blades.

It brings a wash of bittersweetness over him, memories of night after night of waking up to Zala reading or pacing or fiddling with her sword in an attempt to tire herself out. She’d had trouble sleeping since Silvertear—when he’d force himself to stay awake so she wouldn’t have to feel alone, pinching himself to keep his eyes open and keep researching with her. Moments he’d soon wish he’d tried harder at, wondering what tiny details he hadn’t been able to etch into his mind to pull out on the darkest, loneliest of nights.

But every aching second of missing her was worth the gift of soothing away her worries now, trailing his fingers down the curve of her back like he knows she loves so much. “I suppose much has changed since you two last spent time with one another,” he muses, a twinge of guilt forming in his chest at the way Sidurgu slowly nods. G’raha knows a summable portion of her pain and sleepless nights back then stemmed from his own actions, and though time and forgiveness has healed them both, he doesn’t think the reminder will ever not sting.

“I thought myself to be… different, especially over the last few years,” Sidurgu murmurs, “But…”

He rolls to his side, guardedness slightly slipping as he rests his head on a palm. “I’ve never seen her like this.”

It makes G’raha chuckle, cheeks feeling warm. “That is… in a positive way, I hope?”

Sidurgu’s lips quirk. “I’d say so. You have something very special with her.”

G’raha’s blush flares, and he ducks his head sheepishly at the implication. Even after all they’ve been through, the acknowledgement that what they have is real, that they’re together… it still feels like a dream. 

But he doesn’t miss the cloud that deepens seafoam eyes, the lower lip swollen and marked by multiple pairs of teeth curling into an expression G’raha can only place as wistful. Mayhap he’d feel a hint of jealousy if they were in any other scenario—but after witnessing the regard and trust Zala and Sidurgu hold with one another, watching the tension melt from their bodies as they whispered into horn and ear…

He can’t help but slowly slide his hand across the bed until it meets Sidurgu’s. Feeling the callouses, the scars, the worn skin of his knuckles, quelling a thumb over his scales until the larger hand relaxes into his. It’s only then that he guides them both to Zala’s back, hovering for a long beat before tenderly resting them on her. She sighs contently in her sleep, letting out a quiet purr as two hands splay across her, covering her, shielding her. As they’ve always wanted to do, even when they were apart.

“Thank you, Sidurgu. For taking care of her when I could not.” 

There’s a wave of unexpected emotion that forms a lump in his throat at the words, and he has to cut himself off before it overtakes him. He could go on all night about how much it means to him that he’d watched over her, made sure she wasn’t alone, comforted her in whatever way she needed. But for now, all he can do is smile as Sidurgu’s hand engulfs his, squeezing in recognition as his longer legs finally rise to the bed to tuck himself in next to them.

An incantation ghosts over G’raha’s lips as he dims the lights of the room, and oh, how the meaning of darkness has changed for each of them over the years. It’s something he now holds close to his heart, the same as every new memory he gets to make. With her. With the people he read and re-read about until the pages were worn and his fingers were trembling, never daring to believe he could mean something to them.

But G’raha’s growing drowsy as well, snuggling closer to his moon, his Zala, draping his tail over her for more coverage as he buries his face into her scent. The fluttering affection swells between his ribs as he feels Sidurgu shift to mirror him, fully sinking into her other side and holding onto him and Zala both.

He’ll find a way to properly thank Sidurgu later. For now, he’s content to merely soak in the shared intimacy of the dark.

[hofudlaus]

also posting these two on their own :-) based on This post by @outpastthemoat

[cupcakeslushie]

This Leo Vs Witchtown short I’ve been working on! Post Shredder Leo arc, and how I think the Donnie vs Witchtown episode would happen in the EW verse, since Leo is actually the one that hates magic! This took so long because I’ve not had too much time, but I really wanted to do something fluffy.

Also, sorry for the inactivity lately. My first art market has gone from one, to two, to hopefully figuring out how to turn this once a month thing, into a consistent second source of income! But this does mean almost no time for drawing turtles lately. I don’t want to mark any of my smaller series as abandoned, but updates for anything not EW or Feral Leo related will probably be less of a priority (unless I can knock something out quickly). Even finding the time for those has been slow going. But nothing is abandoned as of yet! Promise! 😜💚

[kevindaes]

ppl who overemphasize the andreil height difference make no sense to me like. it’s 3 inches and andrew prolly wears his fuck ass platform boots while neil prances around in sneakers so worn out he might as well just be wearing socks. be fr they’re practically eye to eye neil’s just got a complex and points out andrew’s height every other sentence

[eriyu]

oops!!!!!!!! accidentally caught the script up to msq!!!!

i honestly did not think this was going to be possible with the amount of time left after i finished 6.0, but here we are!!!!!!!

the entire msq, at your fingertips!!!!!!!!!

please know that i will NOT be doing dawntrail's MSQ immediately after it drops though. i want to enjoy playing through for the first time without making it into a job. i hope to get to it before TOO too long, though 💖

[soaptaculart]

Um I like Dungeon Meshi. Btw

[inkskinned]

did you really let them ruin that for you?

when i was younger i worked on a farm for 3 years. during late july and august we would have unfettered access to the strawberry plots. they were all warm and ripe and fresh. i think i ate a pound of dirt back then. i think i picked enough seeds out of my teeth to build a temple. the summer hours are long; i'd come home with the bruising stain of juice running in a seam along my cheeks and fingers and jaw.

why didn't you protect your precious things from other people? you knew this could happen.

i can't eat strawberries from the store anymore, they don't taste right. something about the florescent lights and the chill of them and the way they are absent from the vine. they feel bleached and bland, a wasted party dress. i watch other people eat strawberries and miss enjoying them. none of the store-bought strawberries will have mold or bugs, okay. they will be big and bright red and perfectly shaped. but they are not the ugly and real strawberries of my summer, awarded by the soil and the hot sun up ahead and hours spent crouched, plucking.

i didn't mean to let it get ruined. i wish it hadn't been. i miss having it. but i came back to it afterward and it just wasn't the same as it had been. i know love is never wasted. but it feels like - love did this. it's not that i never loved it, you know? it's that i did.

[neoclassicalblobphilosopher]

Match my freak or match my equal in combat good sir knight

[peethepauu]

hehe haiiiii

the song it’s based off of btw :3

[haunted-xander]

For what do you live?

[serpentface]

I'm doing Whitecalf OC tarot images now it's happening.

Here's the devil, reimagined as a nude existential crisis.

[owlcracker]

thought of him

[stinkypeanutbutter]

He eepy . .

But seriously , he’s a heavy napper

someone help her

pls

[cupcakeslushie]

Leosagi has been leaving rent free in my mind, what’s the cutest moment of them in your au? Or the moment when one of them are like “oh shit I’m in love with this idiot”?

Usagi’s “I’m in love with this idiot” moment is when the two travel to Japan and find out that Usagi’s village has been rebuilt. They get swarmed with cute kids and Leo is so soft with them.

Usagi has witnessed all the subtle changes in Leo over the months, since he’s been reunited with his family. Then even more drastically after his recovery from the Shredder!Leo arc…but a something just slams into Usagi in this very moment. He can easily identify the emotion as affection, but the events of the movie happen to interrupt any further thoughts on the matter.

Leo on the other hand, has been feeling something for Usagi (starting while Usagi was helping with Leo’s recovery from the Armor). BUT he’s being very emotionally constipated with the realization. Leo won’t really clock the feeling as love until after the movie. So they kinda confess at the same time. Usagi starts the conversation, and Leo finishes it, by asking Usagi out on a date. A few weeks later they have that previously shown kiss during a fight with the Foot.

[drunkonduty]

You guys really liked the last one so

[norskacel]

finally... red leader. he's free