The teapot's just a good place to hide away for a little while.
[ Aether's cheek is soft enough that Alhaitham's nose and lips can just sink into it when he moves in for that kiss. It makes the traveler giggle again, soft and lovey-dovey, and when the kisses are over, the blond sort of flops comfortably onto Alhaitham's shoulder again.
He looks up at Alhaitham adoringly and hums an Aranara tune, faintly familiar, perhaps from the deepest half-forgotten recesses of the scholar's childhood memories. He strokes Alhaitham's fine cheekbone again, smiling. ]
Something tells me you're going to turn into a possessive menace. I kind of like that, though.
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[ Aether's cheek is soft enough that Alhaitham's nose and lips can just sink into it when he moves in for that kiss. It makes the traveler giggle again, soft and lovey-dovey, and when the kisses are over, the blond sort of flops comfortably onto Alhaitham's shoulder again.
He looks up at Alhaitham adoringly and hums an Aranara tune, faintly familiar, perhaps from the deepest half-forgotten recesses of the scholar's childhood memories. He strokes Alhaitham's fine cheekbone again, smiling. ]
Something tells me you're going to turn into a possessive menace. I kind of like that, though.