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snzydarling · 7 days ago

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link, zelda, implied ze/link ( BOTW / TOTK )

cw: snz kink !! brief mentions of mess, implied chara with kink

notes: hi!!! this one was a lot of fun to write(^_^) im in my totk era again let's see if i finally finish the game. this takes place pre-totk, but a few years after botw. this was inspired by this post when I saw it and went ok reverse that and also by the flower sanctuary in totk I found a few days ago doing the Penn quests !!! I hope u enjoy ( ´∀`) rbs and any tips very welcome!!

It was beautiful.

Endless rows of flowers. Buds she had only seen in ancient texts, species’ even the royal labs couldn’t get to thrive, all displayed in a stunning show of color. Some, more adapted to the moonlight, were hiding away in their leaves, but they still stood tall. Others, newly discovered, were just beginning to peak through the soil. Zelda was speechless.

Magda didn’t hesitate to fill in the gap, rushing towards her the moment she spotted the princess. “Aren’t they so beautiful?” She asks, flitting about. She stops only to give Link an out-of-place glare. “Be careful with them.” She warns, before flipping back to Zelda, who’s yet to actually register any of it.

”While the two of you are here, I need some muscle. There’s been such little help.” It’s, sadly, true. Most farmers are focusing their efforts on returning the agriculture to its former state, so there have been so few hands for something like this. As important to the ecosystem as these flowers are, food takes priority. Zelda remembers enough of her lectures to know that much.

She would love to. This project is hers. But both she and Link had taken the day off from major projects. They’ve spent the day on a relaxing horse ride along quiet roads when Zelda remembered Magda’s gardens about an hour previous, and realized she hadn’t visited in months. She really ought to help, just as an apology for forgetting.

On the other hand, Link had been seeming a bit tired. He was placed front and center at the monster clearing effort, and it was definitely taking a toll. When she looks over at him, at her right side as always, he’s looking right back with a neutral expression.

“Would you like to?” Zelda dares to ask, trying her very best not to let any emotion seep into it. They’ve been running into a roadblock where Link struggles with individualistic things. A lot of minor details are still fuzzy for him, but Zelda suspects he hasn't had much time to think about himself anyway. They’re working through it together.

But to her immense relief, Link nods. And again, before Zelda can say anything, maybe praise for the choice or just simple acknowledgment, she’s cut off. Magda grabs Link’s arm and drags him off in a whirlwind of argumentative noises and a “you just relax, princess!”

There’s not much else to do, so she stays. Maybe not relaxes, because she feels a bit too bad when Link is being put to work, but she finds a nearby stool and sits. Rehabilitation efforts have been successful but slow, and the princess (Queen? The line is still a bit blurred, and she’s not in any rush to clarify it, despite Impa’s nagging.) She’s in charge of everything. Zelda can’t really remember the last time she slept in a bed or house that belonged to her, and the warmth on her back here feels delightful. It looks like a dream. The whole area feels like the royal gardens, with its stone pathways and well-trimmed bushes. If Zelda unfocuses her eyes, watching Link as he hauls bags of soil, it feels like simpler times. Like the Calamity never happened.

Halfway across the island, Link jerks forward. Does it again. What’s wrong with him- could it be a monster attack? Is he grabbing for a weapon? Magda, who’s directing him animatedly, pauses and says something Zelda isn’t able to hear. Link waves her off with his free hand and piles another bag onto his shoulders. Stray dirt tumbles down his back, dirtying royal blues.

Zelda’s hands are shaking. It’s a shock when Link appears near her, still hauling the bags. He looks annoyed and focused. It’s the kind of look he gets in a battle, brow furrowed and shoulders tense. Something must be wrong. It’s a monster attack just like she thought.

Zelda can’t hide the worry on her face when the expression deepens. They must be closer. His hearing is better than hers- he’s surely listening to the thundering footsteps, war chants in the distance. When he takes in a breath, Zelda’s ready to jump from her seat. He’s about to yell, she’s sure of it. Tell them to run, or duck, or something. Then he jerks forward. Once. Twice.

Oh. That makes more sense. Her heart’s pounding in her chest. Link straightens up, flipping hair out of his face, and sniffles, looking a little sheepish, but still slightly bothered. They lock eyes, and he smiles, but it doesn’t look genuine when his brows are creased. His face falls a little into a concern she’s too familiar with when she doesn’t move, but her heartbeat is still thundering. She has to swallow past a lump in her throat to talk.

“Goddess, bless you.” Is what she manages, and it's a relief when his smile comes back. Despite her and many others’ pestering, she’s never been able to get him to sneeze properly. She’s adjusted to his restraint, even though she wishes he would let himself relax.

Link sets the bags down with a thud a few feet away from her, wiping beads of sweat from his brow. Before she's able to offer him her stool, he sits down right in the grass, smiling at her again. She recently discovered that he has dimples. She observes as he takes a bottle from his belt and drinks. There’s a small scar on his neck, the edge of it just peeking out from his hair. His throat bobs as he drinks. After so long apart, she’s always trying to drink in any detail she can of him. His nose is a little pink, and when he scrunches it again she can’t help but giggle a little bit, because he looks like a wild fox like that. But then he does it again, and his breath gets pitchy, and he wretches away from her in a flurry of motion.

“h’nGT-! e’nDT-! hi’nGKT-!” She can only watch his back tense with each release, but she’s certain that it can’t feel good. Something must be wrong if he’s sneezing so much. He can’t be sick- they’ve been together for the whole morning, and he’d been fine. He'd slept in as late as he could, eaten his usual heaping for breakfast, gotten the horses ready with his usual care, and hadn’t so much as sniffled for their entire ride. Link isn't sensitive to anything, either, and has never had a reaction to pollen. Could he have been hiding an illness this whole time? How could she-

“nKT - e’NGT-hh! ” Suddenly, Link jerks forward into his lap. He looks up, blinking at the sky as his shoulders tremble, lips parted. His expression crumples again and he jerks back down. “eH’TZCHh-iewh!”

Zelda’s face explodes with heat.

Hearing something so - natural. So raw, out of Link, put an odd feeling in her stomach. He rights himself, sniffling, and Zelda can’t miss the wetness dripping down his lip before he wipes it off with his sleeve. It must’ve made it worse, because his nose starts twitching and twitching again. Like everything before wasn’t enough to cleanse whatever tickle he has. Zelda’s enamoured watching this silent battle- his breaths are uneven, his eyes squinty, brow furrowed. He looks up at her through his eyelashes and tears his eyes away with a new pink on his cheeks. Even his ears are twitching. He gasps again, finally, because Zelda can’t take this anticipation anymore.

“ ‘tTZCHh-! hiA'CHht- i'TZCHhih-!” Seeing his princess’s face must have brought back some kind of etiquette, because these ones are muffled into his elbow. They’re itchy. Needy. Strong enough that he can’t fight them. Zelda feels all tingly. Something must be wrong with both of them.

“May Hylia bless you.” She says, and prays that he’s too indisposed to recognize whatever emotion is coating her words. “What’s wrong?”

Once again, he waves the concern off, this time with an expression so tickly it makes her own nose itch in sympathy. She wants him to sneeze again. She wants to study every reaction, every twitch in his face, and understand whatever is making her knight unravel like this. What she needs is to get a grip.

“You’re certain you aren’t sick?” Why is the idea of that enough to make her feel too hot all of a sudden? Would he look just like this? Face flushed, hints of his voice peaking through raspy and low? Zelda must be the sick one. Link shakes his head a little wildly, like he might be able to get rid of the itch with it. Thankfully he doesn’t. Instead, he whines.

“ hI‘iISHHihh-yU! hI’TSCHh -e’TCHhih-! hiH’tZCHh-iew!” Four times, Five. Zelda’s dizzy. Warm in all the wrong places. She’s never seen anything like this from Link. He looks so desperate. He tilts his head back with stray tears tracking down his cheeks, chest heaving, before he sneezes again. Mist sprays down his front, glimmering in the springtime sun, his hands raised but not close enough. There’s warmth between her legs. Every release makes her spine tingle. This isn’t the usual thrill that experiments bring her. Watching him sniffle desperately, pawing at his face, red with irritation and maybe embarrassment, is unraveling something within her. It also allows her to see flecks of yellow covering his hands and tunic.

“Link, stop!” She yelps, ignoring the part of her that doesn't really want him to stop at all. He freezes, looking at her through red-rimmed eyes. Now is the part where she has to explain herself and seem normal. Get it together. She’s done things much harder- she can say the words sneeze and allergy when referring to Link.

“You’re, um” She's so, so warm. She clears her throat. “You’re allergic to something here, I think. There are several rare flowers here that you wouldn’t be used to.” Link gives her an owlish blink and she thinks, oh, she’s been caught. He’s too perceptive. But then his facial expression crumbles again and he buries himself in his elbow with a gasp that’s so unrestrained that she can’t think.

“ hyIHT'SHHhih-! ‘iISZHh-! hih - hE'ISHh-iewh!” They’ve taken on a wet quality. His nose is streaming when he comes back up. Hair unkempt and in his eyes. He looks tired. Undone. Natural. Sexy, Purah might say. She’s struck with these sudden, conflicting desires to wash him off and feed him tea, and to watch him unravel with sneeze after sneeze while her hands disappear under her skirt. She’s been away from civilization too long. Thank Hylia she doesn’t need to be much of a princess right now. The royal court would be in shambles.

The first idea sounds a little more plausible. So she finds Mgda quickly, where she’s kneeling over a tiled bed of soil with her sleeves rolled up. She looks determined. Zelda, not for the first time, is overwhelmingly thankful that somebody so passionate gets to do this work, even if she can’t.

Magda sends them off with well-wishes for Zelda and a promise to call for more help soon for Link, and the horses are already prepared once she comes back. He’s adjusting the reins and his hair is soaked, plastered to his forehead and dripping wet. He looks over when she comes closer and blinks at her, and he looks so pathetic like that that she just bursts into giggles. It gets worse when he shakes himself off like a dog, probably to make her laugh, and sends droplets splattering around that make the horses whinny with irritation.

They’re both quiet for a few minutes, until they’re trotting down the path to the stables. Zelda tries to distract herself with the scenery and the rhythmic clack of horseshoes, and it works until Link comes up to her, rubbing his nose on his shoulder. While she’s trying not to think about the implications of that he brings up his right first and rubs a circle around his chest. Sorry.

Zelda’s not quick enough to hide her frown. She really needs to get back into etiquette lessons. This has been another struggle in this uncharted time of peace. He’s guilty about so many things. Big things, like not being fast enough and remembering her enough, and little things, too. Tearing the champion's tunic in battle and having nightmares and being tired. It hurts her heart. “You can’t help it, link. It isn’t your fault.” She wisely elects not to mention that seeing him like that had awoken new feelings in her. “If it will make you feel better, you could cook me something?” He lights up at that. With a small smile on his face, Zelda can see how his under-eyes crinkle, like he has a headache. Even though he was looking better, his nose is a bit red again, too. It may just be sunburn. Her stomach does not get any sort of feeling of the possibility that he's still itchy.

She can't hide the noise she makes a few moments later, when a “e'tSZHHhi-!” from behind catches her off guard. Her horse jerks to the side, caught off guard, and it takes a second too long to get her bearings back and fix their course. She tries to cover it up with an only slightly shaky “Goddess, bless you!”A moment later, when the click of horseshoes behind her stops, she tugs the reins of her own mare and chances a glance behind her.

He's quivering silently, nose pinched in his hand. The sight of it does not bring back that warm and tingly feeling in her stomach. She's very collected when she says “Just let them out, Link. I don't mind,” and prays and prays that he can't sense any ulterior motives. To continue, she does not nearly fall from her horse when he obeys instantly. There must be some knightly manners still left in him. They're lying in wait, Link caught in a desperate, hitchy buildup and Zelda trying to suppress this too sensitive, wanting feeling in her body. His breath finally catches in his throat, whiny and needy, and Zelda nearly shudders. Finally, his body gives in.

“e’EITZCHh-et’TZCHh’yu-!! hI'tSCHHh! hiA'tTZCHh-ieww!! hi’IDTCHHiew-!” They're back to that itchy and needy quality that makes her head spin. He washed off and should be alright now, but he sounds so allergic. So at mercy to his own body. He aims another needy release towards the grass, almost doubled over. Zelda does not feel any need to close her legs.

She fumbles for a handkerchief, something to busy her hands and eyes. When she looks back up at him, his face is wet again, stray strands of golden-blond plastered to his cheeks. She hops off the horse and quickly presses whatever fabric she'd managed to come up with into his palm. If he doesn't get himself under control now Zelda doesn't know what will happen to her.

This close, she can see pollen on his horse's chestnut brown coat. She clicks her tongue. The horses must have been rolling around in the fields. She tells as much to Link, watching him dab at the moisture on his face. She can't help but think about how sensitive he is, especially not when he rubs his nose a little too much and trembles into the fabric with a rapid “ ‘dschh-‘tszhhiew!” Warmth spreads across her stomach, even though she's too hot already. She needs to take off some layers, but she's already in a simple dress. Link will get suspicious if she dunks herself in some nearby water, too. She's trapped. “You both can wash off once we get to the stables.” Link nods and tucks the fabric, now useless and covered in wet spots, into his pocket and takes up the reins with more needy sniffles.

Zelda has to wipe the sweat from her palms before getting on her own horse. It flicks its ears and throws her a look like it can see right through her, and that's how she knows that she's truly lost it.

She’s infinitely lucky that a knight traditionally rides and walks behind his princess, because just the sound of another prickly sneeze leaves her white-knuckling the leather reins. If she'd seen it, that jolt of want would've run through her even worse and overwhelmed every too-sensitive nerve ending she had.

When they make it to the stables, after both too much and not enough sniffling and stray one-off releases, Zelda orders her knight to the lake to bathe and seats herself near the fire. The sun, already setting, lights Link's hair aflame in gold as he leads his mare away. When his shoulders twitch once, twice, and he jerks forward, Zelda most certainly does not feel anything about it.

#snz #sneeze kink #sneeze #sneeze fic #snz fic #sneezing #i reallyyyy wanted to touch more on the kink implied zelda i had for a second during my last totk fic !!!#i thought this had more snz than it ended up having im sorry (ToT)(ToT)(ToT) pls domt send me to superhell #i cant decide if i think this is good or not so im just sending it to the void before i have too many second thoughts. enjoy!!#im very tired i locked in on thjs #sorry guys im not very good at fic titles. who can tell #the longer i look at this the more i hate it goodbye #im going 2 sleep be nice while im gone please. om about to get my period #ill always include the horses in these fics im very attached to my zelda horses #specifically the all white one thats really annoying to find. her names vanilla because its cute and i thought it was funny #i am one of those players who will ride everywhere instead of using shrines

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shijjii · 9 months ago

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Kaleidoscopes and Eclipse

Pairing: GN!Reader x Chilchuck Tims Genre: somewhat smut, implications of it Word count: 2232 Reader appearance/notes: Will do my best to keep it accessible for everyone!

NOTE: This story was previously called Kaleidoscope and Twilight. Changed it to its proper term which happens to be Eclipse! • A group of butterflies is called a kaleidoscope, and a group of moths is called an eclipse. Sometimes, that’s the only thing you can describe the feelings in you. The fluttering kaleidoscope and the curious eclipse.

You’ve always liked Chilchuck. From the first moment that the two of you met, you’ve just liked him. Maybe it was the way that he approached you, the way that he greeted you with much skepticism. To be fair, you did just suddenly join their party, not telling them the reason why you were alone in the dungeon in the first place but it was a stark contrast between how the other party members greeted and welcomed you compared to his, and that stood out to you.

Or maybe it’s the way his eyes flutter when he’s sleepy, fists clenching and unclenching to keep himself awake while the glow of the campfire bounced off of his skin. Sometimes, lips parted as he breathed through it, making him look almost unreal. Enigmatic, gorgeous, whatever the word that can be used to describe someone who’s unrealistically pretty.

For such a skeptical half-foot, at times like these, his glow seemed so enticing that you find yourself reaching sometimes. Like a moth attracted to a flame.

Or maybe it’s the way he uses his hands, expertly moving them as he pries open a lock, a chest, or dismantling a trap. The way his gloved hand lightly ghosts a wall, carefully listening for any suspicious sounds. You’re sometimes curious how his hand would feel if you take off the gloves but he seems very iffy when it comes to them. So you never bothered to ask if you can touch it. You just wonder if they’re as soft as you think they are, or are they rough, are the fingers calloused because of how many times he’s used them instead of properly using the tools.

There were too many factors to pinpoint what exactly made you like Chilchuck but does it really matter? You just know that you like him and it doesn’t really bother you why you do.

“Are you alright?” He asks, keeping his pace slow so he falls into step with you. His footsteps are so light, it’s as if he’s not even walking beside you. “Yeah, I’m alright” you blink as you answer. He hums in response, putting his arms up behind his head as he looks forward. Staring at the way Laios and Marcille were quietly arguing about where to go.

As the party stopped in the middle of the hallway, trying to figure out directions. You and Chilchuck went to check the surroundings to make sure it’s okay to take a small rest there.

Your eyes carefully followed Chilchuck’s gloved hand, tracing the wall, staying as quietly as possible. Without looking at you, he started a conversation.

“So, why did you join our party?” He asks, giving a slight side glance but not putting his hand away from the wall. You hum as you try to listen for any possible sounds from across the hallway, turning a corner with Chilchuck to find that there was a water fountain there. You point at it “We can tell the others that there’s a nearby water fountain here” He nods at your response, mouth opening to say something but getting cut off as you spoke once again. “I was alone. There was a party I tried to join because they seemed nice…” you trailed off as you slowly walked towards the fountain to wash your face.

“They chucked me into the dungeon without any briefing because they wanted to see if I had what it takes to be part of their group. In the end, they decided that I was better off being food for the monsters. "You finished your sentence, turning back to see Chilchuck’s reaction. Eyes wide in surprise before it contorted to anger.

“I didn’t want to tell you guys at first because- Well-“ you stuttered and rubbed your arms, taking an interest to the wall next to you “I didn’t want you guys to think the same way they did” you say. Voice barely audible for anyone else but it hung heavily in the air.

“They’re assholes.” Chilchuck started, face still contorted with frustration and anger. His gloved hand no longer on any walls as it clenched tightly beside him.

“You’re doing well as an adventurer” he huffs before walking to your side, glancing at the fountain that slightly rippled due to the running water that hits the surface. “…. One of the orcs said before that I should do better at letting others know how I feel…” He looked at you “so, I’m letting you know that I’m glad you joined our party” you chuckle slightly at his words, making him lightly blush.

“Maybe it was fate for me to be in your party” You said teasingly but there was a hint of truth behind your words. That maybe things happened the way it did so that you’ll meet them. Chilchuck takes his gloves off as he cups the water from the fountain, a small smile evident on his face as he washed it.

“Maybe it was” He agreed, but you were too focused on his now bare hands to even notice that he said something back to you. It seemed soft. So soft that you felt like there was a group of butterflies in your stomach. A kaleidoscope.

Wiping his face off with the handkerchief he keeps in his pocket, he finally notices the way you looked at him, or rather, at his hand. He raises an eyebrow at you, not stopping to wipe his face dry. “Do you have a problem with my hand?” He asks you, stuffing the handkerchief back into his pocket and grabbing his gloves.

“Oh” you blush bright red as he catches you staring at his hand. You look down at your own hands, fiddling with your thumb “I was uh…. Curious” you honestly tell him, his own words about being honest echoing in your head as you avoid any eye contact with the half-foot. He tilts his head slightly “What about?”

“Your hands” you mumble shyly, the red tinge on your face never disappearing.

“My hands? Why would you be curious about them?” As Chilchuck asked that, he looked at his own hands, flexing and clenching them, to see that maybe it has something to do with its appearance that got you curious. You gulp thickly, still fiddling with your hands as your breathing slowly becomes uneven.

“I was just curious if they were soft. That’s all” you cleared your throat, slightly biting the bottom of your lips in awkwardness, holding your hands tight.

“Do you want to touch them?” He offers his hand to you, your eyes finally landing on his figure and suddenly, you’re reminded of all the nights the glow of the fire perfectly bounced off of his skin. The way that the glow of the wall lanterns danced on his skin and on his hand right now made it seem impossible to turn away any time soon. Like a moth attracted to a flame, the kaleidoscope in your stomach suddenly had an eclipse as well.

You grabbed his hand gently, carefully, as if he’d break under your touch. Ghosting your fingers on his palm, not noticing the small sounds that escape his lips. Too focused on the feeling of his hand, you don’t notice the way his breathing changed or the way that a small tinge of redness appeared on his cheeks. You press on a muscle on his palm, eliciting a gasp from Chilchuck

“S-sorry, did that hurt?” You asked worriedly, almost letting go of his hand but he pushed it further into yours. “No, I was just surprised. You can continue.” He whispers, almost as if it was to himself but you shook it off and continued to examine his hand. You gently caress it, trying to feel for any callouses.

There were some in some spots but his hand felt soft to the touch. You couldn’t stop yourself from prodding his palm with your thumb. “You never take your gloves off.” You look up to him, finally noticing his flushed face.

“So I was curious how they felt…” You confess, eyes scanning his face, memorizing every detail on it. The blush on his cheeks never went away, and instead, deepening further with the way you caressed his palm.

“I’m- My hands are sensitive.” He tells you, clenching his hand in yours. “How so?” You shot back, eyes not moving away from his figure. Slowly squirming under your eyes, he shifts from one foot to another. “They’re just sensitive. That’s all.”

You look back down at his hand, softly ghosting your finger across it, Chilchuck not being able to hold it any longer. A small moan escapes him.

He takes his hand away and quickly puts the gloves back on “let’s go-“

“No wait, what was that?”

He stops in his tracks, not looking at you. Ears and cheeks a bright red as he tried to look for a response. “I told you, it’s sensitive.” He huffs out, trying to continue to walk but you grab his wrist, turning him back to you. “Wha-“

“Can I do something???” You ask him, it almost sounded so urgent that Chilchuck had half a mind to say yes. Then he remembered that the two of you are still talking about his hand.

“What? No- What are you even going to do???” He asks back with equal urgency in his voice but not making any effort to take his wrist away from you. At the drop of his question, you blush so hard that Chilchuck couldn’t say or do anything but look at you in surprise.

There was a long silence between the two of you, only the running water of the fountain can be heard and nothing else. However, you can clearly see that Chilchuck is thinking of a response. His own curiosity spiking up, wanting to know what you’re going to do.

“Fine.” A sigh of relief passes your lips, the eclipse in your stomach eating you up in curiosity as the kaleidoscope makes your heart flutter. You gently lead him back to the fountain and sit on the ledge of it, he followed your actions, one of his legs resting on the ledge.

Slowly, you take off the glove from his hand, your fingers tracing the lines of his palm before you take it close to your lips. Closing your eyes as you kissed his fingers.

Chilchuck’s breath hitches at your actions, not knowing what to expect next when you suddenly licked his palm, eyes half-lidded staring at his face, wanting to see what his reaction will be. His lips form into a thin line as he tries to bite down any sounds that can come out from him but that only encourages you to do more. To see what other reactions he’ll give you.

Nipping the tip of his finger, you see his free hand clench beside him on the ledge of the fountain, still biting down on his lips. He was biting so hard that it worried you, so you reached your hand out to his cheek before speaking against his hand “you might hurt yourself if you bite too hard.” You see him stop biting down, lips red from how hard it was.

You graze your thumb on the bottom of his lips before continuing to nip his finger and suck on one of them. He whimpers at the action, putting his free hand on the half of his face. Breathing ragged as he stared at you, licking and sucking his finger.

“S-Shit” He cusses out, his lips parted as his breathing becomes heavy. His free hand making its way to your arm and holding on to it, resting his forehead on your shoulder. Chilchuck’s body slowly becomes limp from what you assume is pleasure of getting his finger sucked. “I-“ he gets cut off when suddenly both of you hear Senshi calling out from the hallway, looking for the two of you.

The heat of the moment disappeared, like a glass shattering on the floor, as both you and Chilchuck moved away from each other. Just on time when Senshi came in. He glances at both of you before beaming “you two found a fountain! That’s good!” He praises, you clear your throat as you stand up before Chilchuck. “Oh yeah, we were looking for traps or hidden passages earlier” you can feel the half-foot’s gaze on your back but you don’t turn to him.

You don’t want to. Or else you won’t be able to stop yourself and do something else just to see more of the reactions that he gave you. Closing your eyes for a moment, you remember the way that Chilchuck looked at you with flushed cheeks and lips slightly red and parted from all the biting he did.

Senshi tells both of you to join him back with the others as they have decided they want to set camp somewhere.

Just like that, both you and Chilchuck leave the room. Never speaking about what happened ever again.

Though… Sometimes he’d take his gloves off and lay it on his thighs, claiming he wanted to air it out but he knew what it did to you.

He knew that the curious eclipse and the fluttering kaleidoscope in you would never settle down once you see it. Maybe he did it to tease you. Or maybe he wants to see what you’ll do. Who knows?

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