#this is for a kiss prompt from my fren viking so i was like 'okay she will NOT care if i go off the rails and make this p*rn'

[coldshrugs]

wip whenever

@scionshtola and @ladamebrunette tagged me for this at reasonable times but i was kind of stuck until last night. but i have a thing to share. i'm hoping this will work as a kiss prompt fill and tbh it will probably end up as explicit spice, but i like how it's starting.

There was a time when contentment was an unfathomable concept. Talk of “ease” and “respite” prickled against his need for action, a reminder of his less-than-pleasant adolescence, perhaps, during which he was told more than once his intensity was unbecoming and impolite. For most of Ishgardian society, he was unsightly, a walking wound they couldn’t stop from weeping, and their placidity lodged under his skin like a foreign object begging for removal. It feels like a memory from another man’s life.  Tonight, he feels only fullness. The curry they made for dinner together, the chilled coconut-infused liqueur bought from Palaka’s Stand earlier in the week, his love for Io and the little routine they’ve built; he is completely, perfectly sated. A sigh, heavy and annoyingly happy, passes his lips, and he lifts his feet onto the low table in front of him.

it's late and i'm late so no tags, but please enjoy a snippet of my favorite guy