#basically the culture comes and makes everything better before necrons can shove C'tan into necrodermis

[beril66]

Welp this is a little snippet from Orikan/Trazyn oneshot I've been working on! Heavily inspired by the stories and ideas of ghostinthegallery and magistralucis! Please tell me what you think I am open to constructive criticism!

Orikan snarled in frustration , abadoning the idea of sleep. His mind certainly isn't going to let him go back to it now.

Chest he was lying on rumbled with laughter. The hand carthing through his hair never stopped it's soothing motion.

''Finally joined us in the land of the living my dear?'' Trazyn asked his voice still had that slight gravel of a long and deep sleep.

Trazyn had a handsome voice. A pleasent on the ears baritone, normally warm and lively. Orikan had heard it in all possible combinations; exciment over a new aquisition or a scribe work that made it raise in octave and brighten like the morning sun, harsh and cold as a winter night when angry, low and deep when caught in melacholy or gripped by sadness, soft and gravelly when newly awakened, deep moans and gasps in throughs of pleasure...

But the sound Orikan loved the most from him was his genuine laughter. Loud, unashamedly unrestrained and boistrous like the man himself.

Young Orikan despised it, not only because of the sure belief Trazyn was laughing at them but because young Orikan couldn't acknowledge even to himself, seeing someone so unafraid to break necrontyr protocol and just... so unafraid to show what he was feeling ignited bitter fires of jeolusy in his chest.

Orikan of Now has learned long ago there was no mockery in THAT laughter (he had been subjected to Archiovist's mocking laughter more than he could count over the years. Back when they were...mostly him refused to truly see one another. They...he needed a lot of growing up for that.) It was his true laugh the one that left him in his most genuine moments of happiness or excitement. Among the few sounds Orikan considered among the most treasured to him.

Gentle kiss on his brow brought him to the present. Purple eyes looking at him so soft yet amused

"What thought that isn't your studies could be so enchanting to cause a chronomancer of your caliber to be lost in his mind Master Orikan?" Mischief dripped from his tone.

Orikan blinked, emerald meeting amethyst. He looked at those eyes , to his deep indigo skin covered in sun freckles, his handsome face cut with sharp cheekbones to his full pink lips pulled into a teasing but kind smile and decided he was going to say it.

They spent too many turns of the constallations in their games... and mutual cowardice. Orikan was so tired of being afraid when it come to Trazyn. They've had finally grow up.

Still, as he raised his lilac hands to cup Trazyn's face in his hands they were trembling all the same.

Trazyn blinked in suprise as Orikan smiled at him with a full lipped but slightly shaky lips

"You, My lord." He whispered in the sweetest tone, Trazyn, Overlord of Solamnace had ever heard from the Diviner with lush green eyes as bright and soft as the leaves, leaving Trazyn who is called The Infinite speechless with absolute shock...and awe.