#even if Young!Vex at this point in time was an absolute trashfire of a person

[vexredain]

☀ for younger aedwen & vex?

“There'll be cheerin’ an’ callin’...  No more squabblin’ an’ bawlin’...” Morning certainly was maddening, the fires of jealousy were never quite sated, no matter what she did, it was always there. As much as Vex didn’t want to admit it, she’d never hate her, and doubted she ever could, it did nothing to quench the roiling flames that oft took hold in her head, however. Perhaps that was why she’d found herself singing, to distract herself from the confusion, though maybe it only made it worse, the intense intimacy, the gentle touch of silken pale skin against her own sea-bitten slate. 

“When we’ve th’wind in our sails... When we’ve our feet on th’ground...” Yet here they were, atop an all-too-comfortable bed in the Mizzenmast, and down more than half a wardrobe each, if the haphazard spread of clothing around the room was anything to go by, and she was all too aware of the woman’s head nestled into the soft, barely-toned dusky skin of her stomach. As her fingers made a trailing path down lustrous skin, eventually reaching the base of the Hyur’s neck, the gentle rise and fall of her voice emanating throughout her body. 

“We’ll sow our good fortune ‘round... There’ll be feastin’ an’ pleasure...” Morning yawned, the first sound she’d made for a while, it was hard to tell if she was enjoying herself other than by the stillness of her form, the lack of any feline features Vex was so used to taking measure from simply weren’t there to betray pleasure, happiness, contentment. A deep-seated voice inferring that she shouldn’t have cared about any such emotions, and yet she did care all the same. Jealousy was tricky. 

“No more rationin’ or measure... When we’ve th’wind in our sails...” The last words of the song rumbled out slow, Vex’s own eyelids heavy with the clement pull of sleep. Morning’s breaths betrayed that she had already embraced that same pull, fast asleep in the partial caress of a dusky arm. It had been a good choice of song, one sung as she’d first seen Limsa rise from behind the horizon all those cycles ago, one which had an all too fitting name for the situation she had now found herself in with a woman who caused her eyes to smoulder with jade fire, one that she’d likely sing for far too many cycles to come. Becalmed. 

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