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[candideangel]

Loving a Warrior

Pairing: CrystalAngel (G’raha TiaxWol/G’raha Tiax Angelique) Word count: 1990 Content: Soft fluff, with a small hint of desire

To be in love with a Warrior of Light was not an easy task, especially if someone could not comprehend the fact that they could be called away without warning and the downside was unfortunate that at time the call could not be ignored. Someone in a normal setting could not possibly comprehend all that G’raha had learned to understand. Ever since he had moved into this small home unit with Angelique there had come to be growing pains aside from a new home, getting adjusted to taking aetherytes to arrive at Mor Dhona, the social aspect of their relationship would often be interrupted even after an already long day. He’d have his warrior, his lover, his Angel as he often teased her, in his arms until the infernal chime of the link pearl would go off just as they had been getting comfortable.

Angelique was always apologetic when she had to go, giving G’raha a kiss before she would take her leave in order to go attend to whatever business had called her away. She always promised to make it up to him, and more often she did, not that he would ever hold her duties against her. Though it seemed the realm refused to let the weary Bard ever take a moment to rest aside from after major battles where he had to often make sure she stayed firmly in bed as according to Krile, Y’shtola, Urianger, even Alphinaud’s persistence. It was a relief to him to know that the Scions had developed a sense of understanding their friend’s well-being. 

Today though had been originally forecasted to be something different, Angelique had been intended to be home by six that evening when a meeting was supposed to be over. G’raha had done his best to culminate a meal consisting of their favorite dishes without feeling overwhelmed. It had been intended to surprise her with a quiet night with it just being the two of them doing as they wished before turning in for an evening. Even setting up the table with an orchestrian roll with some nice music and the lighting lowered down to a nice dim at least according to the device that had been left with them.

However, just as the excitement had settled in, the time had started to pass becoming the sixth hour in the evening. As the seventh had come and gone, he curiously tried to connect via the linkshell they carried specifically for their own communication, but all he heard was a dull and empty ringing. G’raha decided to wait and as the eighth hour came and went, despite his ears lowering and the slightly defeated sigh, it would seem that Angelique had gotten held up and couldn’t communicate. Again. As much as he did hurt a little on the inside, he didn’t hold it against her and wouldn’t for time to come, as she could not truly say no (even if she wanted to) when someone needed help. 

The red haired miqo’te took a moment to take in the meal that had long since cooled, but had covered the portion for his love because it would be a shame and very bitter feeling to just simply toss something out that not only had he worked on, but also ended up being one of Angelique’s favorites. G’raha left the orchestrian on, but turned out the lights in their living space, heading to one of the adjoining rooms that had been decreed his study with a cup of tea in hand. The least he could do was at least keep himself busy until she came home. After all that composition of his research notes into a book form weren’t going to write themselves.

Before midnight, the lock to the main door would click open after the key had been put in and Angelique sighed softly as she rubbed her eyes a little with the heel of her hand, the soft patter of mechanical feet behind her as a smaller version of G’raha Tia raced inside. “Gods…” she murmured softly, sliding her hand to the back of her neck the leather lightly pulling tugging with the leather. “...That took ages...didn’t think I’d ever be able to get back home…”

As she closed the door she looked around, the home was mostly dark, but there were faint lights coming from the crack in the door that was G’raha’s study. Reaching over she flicked on one of the switches for a floor lamp and bathed the living area with a soft amber glow that only stretched so far. Then she saw that the table had long been set up, but only for one person. Curiously she walked over to lift the covering only to be surprised when she saw the serving of what was supposed to be dinner and something that was a mixture of their favorites, but due to the lack of wispy steam most piping hot meals often had; it was visible that it was long cold at the worst and lukewarm at the best. Setting the cover back on the plate, watching her footing as the wind up toy went to a darkened room that was the bedroom she would walk to G’raha’s study, slowly opening the door with the softest creak of hinges.

“Raha?” she called out to him gently, looking around at the mass amount of books, research notes, a model of the Crystal Tower in a corner, and there at his desk, head cradled on his arms, open book used as a pillow with ears flicking at the slightest of sounds on instinct, but not stirring. Crossing the floor, Angelique stepped over the book piles that she needed to talk to him about cleaning up later on, and settled behind him for a moment, hand slowly touching the top of his head and stroking in smooth and even movements. Still G’raha didn’t stir, but his breathing was deep and slow, deeply asleep. She did feel bad, knowing that G’raha had been excited and waiting for her to come home on time to spend time together, “I’m sorry.” she murmured softly, leaning over and pressing her lips gently to the side of his head and he returned with his own sleep filled murmuring that made no sense.

Angelique left the study for a moment before returning with one of their favorite duvets; a black and blue one with gold stitching for constellations and stars that they had commissioned one of their friends who was still learning her ways around weaving. Opening it up she would drape it over the sleeping miqo’te’s shoulders, reaching over to turn off his table light. While she would normally wake him, she'd hate to wake him during this time of night when he was so deep in his slumber. When she had finished she went to eat what he had worked hard and cooked for her, cleaned up the dishes and cutlery that had been used before she too had turned in for the night on their soft bed.

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Russet ears flicked a little at the faint sound of a bird call, the waft flowers’ scent on a summer breeze tickled G’raha’s nose, but there was something else hanging in the air; deeper, darker, a familiar scent to him. Slowly his eyes opened to the morning light leaking in through his study window, curtains swaying softly in the breeze. “Mn…” He yawned softly, fingers slightly cramped from holding a feather quill in his sleep, as he started to lift his head with his cheek unpeeling from the parchment, something that felt like dried ink sticking to his skin. However, in his haze he felt the blanket slide off his shoulders and absently he saw it, realizing that it was their favorite duvet, most likely pulled from their bed and jolted awake a little. Miraculously he didn’t stub his bare toes on his book piles before he walked out into the living room and saw that in the kitchen was Angelique who looked as if she had just got out of bed.

To his vision his cheeks flushed a little, wearing nothing but a shirt that was most likely his with a small peek of small clothes under the hem. Her hair often put up in a bun had now fallen down to her back like a sheet of spun gold, haloed by the morning sun. Her voice rang in his ears, soft singing to keep her bardic vocal chords fresh. Ah, the many times he had seen this during late nights, to be greeted by this sight gave him life even with his cheeks warming softly. Quietly stepping behind his arms slowly circled around her waist, pulling her close and putting an end to her singing.

“Good morning.” she greeted him, feeling her emerald gaze on him while his lips brushed to the exposed flesh of her neck.

“Mornin’…” he greeted with a slight mumble in his voice, “...Did you just get home…?” he asked quietly, ruby orbs glancing down to the two metal cups with a soft tan brew; coffee mixed with cream and sugar. A soft chuckle greeted his ears and almost made him weak to the knees.

“...No, I came home close to midnight last night. And I’m so sorry, you went to all that hard work to spend time together, and I left my link shell here by mistake so I couldn’t contact you. The meeting ended up having some interruptions and took so much longer with the delays.” She explained looking over to him as she stirred the cream and sugar into their coffee. 

She left her link shell here? That explained why she never answered it. G’raha breathed out a soft sigh in relief, closing his eyes and his arms hugged her tighter, but his fingers slowly slid along to the bottom hem at her front, fingertips slowly tracing along the flat plane of her stomach. “It’s fine, I figured it was something work related keeping you away.” he spoke softly, leaning over and giving her a soft kiss to her lips when her head turned to his direction. So soft, so warm, only been a day and he had already missed the faint taste of the shine on her lips. “Mm…” he hummed and pulled back before starting to trace along her neck once more, “...Do you have your link pearl on?” he asked quietly.

“No, it’s in my drawer.” Angelique murmured, G’raha savoring the slight tremble of her skin under his fingertips when he chuckled deeply. 

“Good.” He purred reaching around with a hand he pulled away from the warming confines of her skin and his shirt, picking up the cup of coffee into it, “Today...I want you. Will such a hard working warrior appease this selfish lover?” he continued to speak low, and smirked just a little as he could almost feel her slacking against him.

“Yes.” she breathed softly and then looked at him with a small smile, “After all, they can contact someone else for a little while.” Raising a hand she brushed her thumb against his cheek, wiping away an ink smudge on his softly sun-kissed skin. “I hate it when you use that voice against me. You know I can’t resist when you do that.” she teased him, but received that deep chuckle followed by the rumble of a purr in his chest while a russet tail wrapped around her thigh, fur tickling against sensitive skin.

“You love it though.” G’raha would reply with a small smirk before he would lean in to capture her lips once more.

To love a Warrior of Light was to be patient, to be understanding that not often would their time be spent all together. To be flexible in the scheduling in case of mishaps. But when wrapped in each other’s arms, each other’s presence, those were always the moments that would be cherished forever.

[izayoichan]

Sisters we are everywhere Warriors, your country needs you If you ready ladies, better keep steady Ready, aim, shoot it Don't need ammunition, on a mission And we'll hit you with the truth Representing all the women, salute, salute