#Syd x Khai

[a-knight-in-savage-lands]

OC Kiss Week- But I can’t draw, so I write!

The sound of the pop and crackle of a warm hearth. The gentle brushing of the flaps of the Ger against each other like the plates of a great fault against the wind. The smell of smoke, fur, sweat and paint filling the room. Yes, this was home.

Oktai was living. The pounding of his heart matching those of war drums. Beat. Beat. The howling wind causing few strands of unkempt hair to dance about his shoulders. The smell and taste in the air, intoxicating. But there was still one thing. That voice filling his head. Whispering to him. Urging him. Moonlight eyes lifted from where he lay next to the fire, flitting to the other side of the room. In the pale dancing shadow cast by flames sat the faint reflecting shimmer of ebony scales set on crimson skin. Khai.

Feast.

Yes, the voice beckoned him. Feast. Taste. Hunt.

Silent as a panther he rose, prowling around the fire. Shoulders stuck out, arms flexed and a curtain of golden locks veiled his face. Yet still, he made no sound. It was methodical how he moved, aware of every shift of muscle beneath his skin, ever small creak of crack of bone and joint. No, he could not be heard. He could not be seen. Not on this hunt.

The floor did not betray him as he stood, shifting his weight to walk on the edges of his feet, one in front of the other. He was a wraith, silent, quick as he crept up on the huntress. Closer, closer now, until she was within his grasp.

Slowly a hand reached out, fingers wide reaching through darkness and silence towards the back of Khai’s neck.

Feast.

He would.

The breath he held came as the only indication right before fingertips graced the back of her neck, the feather-light touch of calloused tips running along flesh and scale alike. No grip came, however. No, instead they would weave upwards, dancing like a stream across a bed of rocks, lightly pulling dark locks between digits, lifting away from her neck as fingers closed around them.

That is when he saw the blur of crimson shoot up and felt strong fingers grip into his mane, pulling hard in turn. A snarl came as Oktai resisted the pull, even if it did bring him to his knees behind the huntress. His defiance was rewarded as, even through blurred vision he saw his mark. A patch of scarred red flesh, devoid of her natural protection. The perfect place to strike.

Even as fingers tugged and pulled and mane dared to yield to those attacks, Oktai sunk his head down towards his mark, fangs bared until they met her flesh. A strong jaw locked and teeth sank into the spot where so many had before. Marks of affection. Marks that said ‘Mine’.  Not only to each other, but to all who would ever spy the scars.

Feast he did. Flesh yielded under the strong maw, and blonde beard pulled away, tinged with the faintest hint of crimson.

Though, even as strong fingers gripped at his locks, even as the figure against his chest tensed and poised, ready to strike in retaliation, still he persisted. Fighting her hold.

Oktai’s head sank forward again, the bridge of his nose meeting the back of Khai’s horn, meeting with the grinding turn of her head towards him, jowls hungry for retribution, skin wearing away like sediment from stone as coarse scales ran along the highlander’s flesh.

Eyes closed. No thoughts came. Everything had to be perfect. Everything had to be right. Slowly his head lifted, grinding against the sharp edges of ebony. Soon it was lips that graced the back of her horn.

A hard exhale came, the heat and moisture of that breath fogging along the Xaela’s horn like glass. Staccato as it may be, the heat was gone as soon as it was there, leaving his lungs, speaking a language only they could understand, yet as old as time itself.

A strong frame melted, tense muscle caved. Oktai shifted until a leg lie on either side of Khai’s sitting form. Perfect they were, sitting low enough the woman could hook her feet atop of them if it pleased her, and high enough the coiling serpent of her tail could snake around and squeeze at her leisure.

Arms wrapped around the huntress like a cage. A cage she could easily escape from. A cage that gave a sense of security, a sense of home. No solitude, no entrapment.

Perfect. Everything had to be perfect, with painstaking detail. The way the hair on his legs rest against hers, The press of his chest against her back. The running of his thumb along tense, sore muscles up her arm. He wandered only on paths he knew, familiar ones that led him home.

Lips were replaced at their perch along the back of her horns, and, with the slight tilt of his head, another exhale came. Soon, the prickly fibers of his beard were felt along every edge of the scales of her horns. Like the teeth of steel-combed music box, each played a separate note to echo into the head of the huntress. A melody only heard by her. A symphony played for one person. A cherished song sweeter than any lullaby that spoke with no lyric.

Together with the drum-beat of his heart at her back and the low vibrato of a growl that rumbled from his throat like a purr, he allowed the huntress to dictate the tempo of her song. Still his head was, control given to hers to play whatever chords soothed her body and soul.

More instruments were added, Oktai’s fingers raising to the opposite horn. The loops and whirls of fingerprints dancing as he gently stroked the hollow formation of scales. The same way he always did. The same way that pleased her.

The room was silent between the two. No sound of passion. Just the gentle breathing of two beings as one. This was how Khai and Oktai kissed. No pressing of lips to another.  No dancing of tongues. This was so much more intimate. So much more special.

A shiver ran through the muscled body of Oktai, eyelids heavy, hard to open. Soon that low growl turned to one word. The only word that seemed appropriate to grace this song as a lyric. “<Yours.>”

(Thank you to the lovely @house-vexile for allowing me to write this piece with her girl and for being a wonderful and patient RP partner <3 )

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It’s that time of year again. Feels train.

A commission for @a-knight-in-savage-lands of his character Sydrian, and his beautiful auri lady Khai~! They’ve got a pretty unique relationship, I came to understand…. and a deeply affectionate one at that, even though it might not appear as such from the outside looking in. 

[sunjakes]

enhypen members as mini playlists

genre: fluff word count: 187 a/n: drafted this at like 1am so i could give y’all smth before i finally drop my sunghoon fic 😭 i hope these playlists make sense to y’all bc they all feel so enha to me

↪︎ lee heeseung 이희승

too much to dream - allie x golden - cory wong feat. cody fry love - dean feat. syd four - daisy never gonna be alone - jacob collier feat. lizzie mcalpine and john mayer saviour - jacob collier

↪︎ park jongseong 박종성

enmu - haze let me let you go - one ok rock never - mag.lo feat. o_super baby turns blue - virgin prunes girls & boys - blur it’s not living (if it’s not with you) - the 1975

↪︎ sim jaeyun 심재윤

wasteurtime - kevin walkman pretty boy - the neighbourhood the adults are talking - the strokes fangs - matt champion pink bubblegum - lavi kou tungs - the frights

↪︎ park sunghoon 박성훈

ditto - newjeans two birds - regina spektor then, now and forever - cnblue rises the moon - liana flores lady - official hige dandism daydreaming - daisy

↪︎ kim sunoo 김선우

sunkissed - khai dreams 突然 do love me! - hkt48 strawberry blond - mitski dance, baby! - boy pablo girlfriend - hemlocke springs lovefool - n.flying

↪︎ yang jungwon 양정원

buttercup - jack stauber mercury - steve lacy someone to spend time with - los retros notion - the rare occasions on the way - nct dream homage - mild high club

↪︎ nishumura riki 西村力

wachito rico - boy pablo u - millennium parade different state of mind - kid bloom runaway - dios hikiniku - haze restore the feeling - daniel caesar feat. sean leon and jacob collier

[house-vexile]

My turn! - Syd x Khai

Khai Tumet and Sydrian Lionheart join the party!

Starting Dungeon: “Is this a hunt? This is not one of those adventuring parties, is it?”

Assisting: “Be watchful of your steps.”

Being Assisted: “...I will not fail again.”

Idle Dialogue: “...”

Witnessing Companion’s KO: There are no words that are offered from the Tumet woman. Given the fallen is Sydrian and not another member of the party, the Huntress will place herself between Sydrian’s fallen form and the rest of those intent on doing the party harm.

Reviving Companion: “Get up. If the Tree did not take you, this will not either.”

Finishing Dungeon: “The hunt is done. Let us return home.”

                                                  __________________

Send me “My turn!” for dialogue my muse would have while in a party with yours.

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"What's our Song?" Scales of Pride.

Answering on mobile, this one was hard, really hard. I know I’ll find a song or two later that fit perfect too but, I’ll give them two, a wilder side for their relationship and a more sincere side for Syd.

1) Contagious by Saving Abel

https://youtu.be/336J7gtudBM

2) Tangled Up in You by Staind

https://youtu.be/icb2baV9MgA

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She tied you to her kitchen chair. She broke your throne and she cut your hair. And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.

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@house-vexile For Khai again ❤️

You’re my world, the shelter from the rain You’re the pills that take away my pain You’re the light that helps me find my way You’re the words when I have nothing to say

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@house-vexile

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"Lawd" - from Khai.

Khai’s affections were definitely nowhere near as often as Oktai’s. Each had a purpose, not just a space to fill. However, when she had replied to his earlier Eorzean method of flirting in kind, it took him by surprise. In truth he��d not intended to get more than an eye-roll out of his mate. This? This was a treat. One that would be met by the biggest shit-eating-grin he could muster. As much as they were serious almost all of the time, it was good to have moments like this. He had no doubt of her attraction to him, there was no questioning that. Even if returning his earlier flirt with one of her own, in the same fashion that she did not necessarily care for, it was just as well timed and purposeful as the rest. And it filled his heart nonetheless.

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@house-vexile

It’s the better word!

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@house-vexile

For Khai and Syd

Imagine Dragons // Whatever It Takes

And when I am deceased At least I go down to the grave and die happily Leave the body of my soul to be a part of me I do what it takes

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Scales of Pride

@house-vexile ❤️

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@house-vexile

Scales of Pride

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I needed some d'aww on my dash

~A Different Kind of Kiss~

Her horn rubbing abrasively against his beard kindled the fire in his chest, just as brush of his lips against hers fed the flames beneath her breast.

((Featuring @sydrian14))