#for context: nyra is of aristocratic birth and renira is not

[redwayfarers]

wip whenever

hey look i actually post a wip on wednesday but the tag is wip whenever so that's what we're rolling with! see, i have a whole gw2 blog that i'm working on a piece for in honor of lesbian visibility week and this is a little spoiler-free little date for two of my ocs, alysannyra and renira! (nyra is bi but the fic is from ren pov and she is very much a lesbian so it fits lmao)

i was also tagged by @galadae centuries ago so sorry for being as late as i am :x

tagging: @lavampira, @scionshtola (I LITERALLY WENT TO TYPE YOUR NAME AS CORISHTOLA), @impossible-rat-babies, @thevikingwoman, @coldshrugs and anyone who wants to do this <3

it's a little spicy for making out so it's under readmore

And maybe alcohol did lower their inhibitions, but they’re kissing in a dimly lit street later, with Nyra on the tips of her toes and her hands around Renira’s shoulders. She’s a good kisser, it turns out.  “Billiard rooms,” Nyra explains in between kisses. It’s a rather silly high society excuse to stare at people’s asses and steal a kiss.  Renira slides her hands down and squeezes Nyra’s ass. She doesn’t need any overpriced rooms. “Were there any bets?” she asks, curiously. A part of her laughs, almost; is she as cocky as someone like Nyra can afford to be, to place a bet to be the best she’s ever kissed? She doesn’t voice it.  There are many things she hasn’t been able to afford herself. There’s something so very aristocratic about the way Nyra carries herself, the way she grabs attention and stamps her seal all over it. Even now, red in the face, with lips darkened by kissing and lipstick, she knows she looks good, she knows the world should be watching her.  Arrogance, Renira thinks. Arrogance that’s hardly ever faced a pushback. Arrogance that makes her want to fuck her against that very wall, in this very street. What a luxurious thing.