Open RP Post

[centuriesinspired]

What it says on the tin, give me your starters or make a request.

Pick a scenario if you need ideas.

Comments

np ;w; these are trying times.

[hoshikiri]

[There was some apprehension after lifting the Exarch, he was afraid he'd be upset by it. But the way G'raha's arms wrap around his shoulders eased that almost immediately.

There was still a nagging in his mind, though. That he must not indulge in this, must do his duty and nothing more. Though compared to the sound of both their loudly beating hearts, the nagging was more of a negligible hum.

One completely silenced by that call of his name. By that gentle touch he wasn't used to, the bunt Takame returned and the way their lips brushed against each other, the Au Ra whispering "G'raha..." against them like a needy prayer before allowing himself to press their lips together.

With their lips coming together Takame released a long, inaudible and yet trembling sigh into his mouth. The first thing Takame noted was how soft his lips were, as soft as they always looked. He'd idly wondered what it would feel like to kiss them, another thing in his mind brushed and burned away. And with the way he held onto his friend tighter, the thought of just how long he's wanted this, needed it, surfaced again.

Had he not been focused solely on kissing the Exarch now, perhaps he'd try to reflect on it.]

[centuriesinspired]

[ They both have their duties. Higher callings that will, eventually, pull them apart once more. But not yet.

Here and now the Exarch's ears quiver at the whisper of his name. He's become that young man again, seizing the chance that he'd longed for even then. First meeting Takame, seeing firsthand how he'd earned the mantle of Warrior of Light, yet failing to realize it was so much more than the man's heroics that caused his heartbeat to quicken. Not until he'd been found and awoken, when he'd been told... ]

...!

[ With a small sound he holds Takame tighter still, squeezing his eyes shut against that old grief. He'd been so blind back then, seized by the knowledge the Tower had granted him and the trust placed in him by Unei and Doga.

He should have realized. He should have done this eons ago. Even if he still had to leave he could have at least done so with no chance of regret. ]

[hoshikiri]

[The sound G'raha made had Takame's chest tighten. The fear that he'd stepped out of line almost caused him pull himself away. And he would have succeeded had G'raha not held him closer.

With eyes half opened he's able to see how the Miqo'te closed his eyes, as if willing something away, wanting nothing to do with it. What he could be thinking Takame didn't know, but what he could understand was regret towards what was left undone because of duty. Another heavy breath, another shake of his shoulders through which his grip on G'raha didn't falter.

He didn't want to drop him. He didn't want to lose him again. And whatever pained him Takame wanted gone. Lifting him up as he was, Takame couldn't hold his hands or stroke his friend's cheek as he wanted. He could only hold tighter and deepen their kiss, leaving his mouth open slightly to invite G'raha to do the same should he want it.]