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exnobis-archived · 6 years ago

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❣ rando kiss from sacha & nox pls

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❣ From Nox — #7. A hug + kiss combo.

Nox had been smiling for days now; a quiet thing, the product of relief and fond memories. Very recent memories, at that. It had been so long, nearly six and a half years (not that he was counting) that he had hoped for the moment that prompted the smile. If only the circumstances had been different...

But Nox would not let regret and worry taint this for him. Not after so long, not after so emotional a moment. Cyrran had allowed himself to be held, to allow Nox's help and affection. He'd called him 'babaela.' Nox would have been there for him, protected him through anything no matter what. But knowing now he could do so as Cyrran's family - there was nothing more precious.

❝Good morning, da'assan.❞ The words were soft, loving. Nox was proud of Cyrran's progress, but the boy was still fragile. He kept his arms as loose as they could be with such a protective embrace, and the kiss to the top of Cyrran's head brief. His release of his 'grandson' was reluctant.

❝I'll make breakfast.❞

❣From Sacha — #14. Crying kiss

The feeling the day started with had been strange, foreign as it was familiar. Like something in the mist on the edge of his memory, something that was just barely out of reach. He had spent some time contemplating it as he'd gathered vegetables from their garden, a few eggs from their coop. Breakfast was almost ready to eat by the time Cyrran was awake and entering the kitchen. Sacha still hadn't entirely pinned down the feeling.

But Cyrran looked relaxed and was talking and smiling. Nothing else mattered.

And he kept smiling; when he sat, when Sacha served him. When he ate (perhaps more than he'd eaten in one sitting in over a year) and when he sipped his tea and commented on the weather through the window. In fact, there was no shortage of relaxation, conversation, or smiles. He seemed... happy.

And it hit Sacha like a bolt from the heavens. That was what the feeling was: Happiness. Had it honestly been so long since he'd felt it that he had forgotten the warmth and comfort it brought? Had it honestly been so long since he'd seen it in Cyrran? All he could recall, all he remembered from the past six and a half years was that warmth and comfort, that life, slowly draining from Cyrran's eyes. And he could recall with pristine clarity the terror that he'd never see that life in him again.

But Cyrran was smiling. Thank the Maker, the Creators, thank whatever gods or powers were out there — Cyrran was smiling.

❝Darling...?❞

The confusion in his lover's voice brought him back, and he blinked at the tears he realized had been rolling down his cheeks. His emotions churned and heaved inside his chest - not once had he cried in front of Cyrran, not once had he allowed himself to be anything but a fixed point in his love's chaotic world. But there was no stopping it this time.

A shaking hand reached from where he sat at the young elf's side, rough fingers finding the softness of his cheek. Sacha touched him as if he might shatter until, finally, he felt the turmoil in his chest win its fight for release.

❝I love you, Cyrran. I love you so much.❞ Sacha's voice was choked and thick with his emotions, and it was with urgency now that he pushed close enough that both hands could frame the elf's face. Trembling lips pressed a kiss to his forehead, speaking against his skin. ❝I love you so much.❞

The next thing Sacha knew he'd been pulled even closer, cradled against Cyrran's breast. A kiss against his temple, loving words - neither were as comforting as his heartbeat.

Sacha had no idea how long he cried, but it was a rough and ugly thing to let go of so many years of fear. Cyrran held him through it all, murmuring soft assurance and affections. But all Sacha could think of was that Cyrran was there, with him, and he wasn't going away. That this moment was real, this moment was theirs. This moment was his.

By the time Sacha calmed his body was weak - though not so limited that he couldn't raise his head, palm cupping his lover's jaw and pressing the sweetest kiss to his lips. It lingered in thanks, in safety, and in adoration. When they parted, it was Sacha's turn to pull Cyrran close (oh how beautiful it was to hold him) and cradle him to his chest. Silent moments of comfort stretched on.

❝Ah...❞ Sacha's voice was ragged when he finally found the energy to speak, but a tiny smile tugged the corners of his mouth. He loved him. He loved him so much.

❝Breakfast is cold.❞

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