#the general context is that Sanrymic and Velzori have an intense homoerotic relationship and keep running into each other

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

For the write a kiss prompts:

2. Goodnight for Majexatli x Karlach

59. For Sanrymic x Velzori

Goodnight — Majexatli /Karlach

Karlach should have been surprised to see a wolf curled up in her bed at the Elfsong, but the sight just made her smile. They looked rather cozy, she almost didn’t want to wake them. There wasn’t a point, though, even out of wildshape Majexatli’s hearing was too sensitive and it would be worse to sneak up on them. Even as Karlach tried to be silent as she set down her pack, she saw the wolf move, its eyes opening as it lifted his head. 

For as much as she hadn’t been surprised to see a wolf in her bed, she was somewhat surprised that she didn’t end up tackled to the ground. Not too long ago, she could remember accidentally waking Majexatli and seeing them reach for their dagger before their eyes even opened. Most everyone at camp had learned quickly to be cautious with waking Majexatli, lest they end up with teeth or a dagger to the throat. 

Yet now, here Karlach was, waking Majexatli only for them to simply yawn and blink at her sleepily.

“Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to wake you,” Karlach said, as she began to strip off her gear.

By the time she finished slipping into her nightclothes, the wolf on her bed was replaced with Majexatli, laying on their side, using their arm as a pillow. They were wearing the new clothes they had just gotten from the tailor. Wyll had insisted on the new clothes, something to replace the patchwork leather and rough fabric of the clothes they usually wore around camp. Their new shirt—half unbuttoned at the moment—almost perfectly matched their eyes, the fabric smooth and warm beneath Karlach’s fingers as she climbed into bed with them.

“I hope you don’t mind—” Majexatli started, but Karlach quickly cut them off.

“I could never be upset to find you in my bed,” Karlach smiled, wrapping an arm around them, “So long as you leave room for me, that is,”

“Always,” 

Majexatli’s eyes were already drifting closed again as they pressed their forehead to hers, but before they slipped back into sleep, they inched forward just enough to meet Karlach’s lips in a slow kiss. 

“Goodnight, Karlach,” Majexatli said, as they closed their eyes.

“Goodnight, baby,”

Out of love — Sanrymic/Velzori

This was really hard actually bcuz as of the latest session these bitches have been living together and undergone an evil gay apotheosis together and Velzori like swore an Oath of Devotion to Sanrymic and became a priest of the god of obsession bcuz of it. And these bitches STILL have never once talked about their feelings or admitted love for each other, they're still just like Damn We're Such Good Pals. Also, for context, you can read the typed up version of Sanrymic's dream sequence that happened in one of the sessions, which is referenced in this and this takes place after.

It was almost always a tavern where Sanrymic and Velzori would run into each other. Sometimes it was between adventures, when they were trying to relax before setting out again, sometimes it was during adventures, where they would have to sneak away from their party to get a few private moments together. It wasn’t unique to Velzori, most of Sanrymic’s flings were people they found in taverns. What was unique to Velzori, was the fact that it happened more than once. 

Sanrymic wasn’t sure how they kept running into each other, for a while they thought maybe it was merely coincidence (a lie, Sanrymic didn’t believe in coincidence, everything was fated, divinely predetermined). They didn’t complain, though, there wasn’t any reason to. They were friends (something like that). Sanrymic had been wandering for so long (they were just home, they’ve never left, they can remember the smell of food frying in the market, the colorful lanterns and paper designs strung up in the streets, the smell of the sea at the pier), maybe it was just good to have something consistent. 

Sanrymic’s heart fluttered as they saw her in the crowd of the tavern. It was the familiarity, the friendship, that made their mouth go dry and their mind fill with countless thoughts of her.

“Flint,” Velzori regarded them with a nod as she approached.

“Chaste,” Sanrymic nodded, unable to stop a faint smile from appearing on their face at the formality of her using their glint-chaser name. 

“It’s been a long time,”

Velzori settled onto the stool next to them at the bar.

“Has it been?”

Sanrymic’s smile disappeared for a moment. They swore they had seen her just the other day, her visage fresh in their mind their skin still tingled from the touch of her hands.

“Many months, I was almost starting to get worried about you,”

Months… Sanrymic furrowed their brow, staring off into the distance. They had just spoken with her, they could remember, not clearly but they could remember—

The sound of crashing waves. The tell-tale wind of a tsunami. Water filling their lungs.

“I’m sure I could say the same about you, should I buy you a drink?”

“I shouldn’t, I’m supposed to be leaving with my party in the morning,”

“Then perhaps there’s something you’d like besides a drink…?” 

Velzori hummed, “Hm, perhaps,”

Her eyes twinkled knowingly as Sanrymic stood and offered her their arm. 

They had only just stepped into the hallway to Sanrymic’s room above the tavern when they pushed Velzori up against the wall, kissing them desperately. Velzori’s hand tangled in their hair while her other hand slipped under their tunic. Velzori pulled their head back to break the kiss, panting as she caught her breath. 

“So impatient…” She clicked her tongue in faux disapproval, “What’s gotten into you, Sanrymic?”

Sanrymic opened their mouth to reply, but nothing came out. 

“This is not the sort of purgatory you want to be trapped in. If that is what you want, then... I suppose that is what we shall have. And I will be here with you and we will die over and over again together.”

Her voice still rang in their ears, they could still taste the saltwater on their tongue and feel the cold embrace of death.

The pain of Velzori tightening her grip in their hair pulled them to the present.

“It’s been a while, like you said,” Sanrymic said, forcing a playful grin.

Velzori chuckled, “Then let’s get reacquainted, yes?”

Sanrymic nodded, quickly pulling her down the hall towards their room.