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ediblewriting · 1 year

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find solace. (d'arce/cahara vers.)

remember when i mentioned that i was writing silly little cuddling drabbles? heres the first one!!

essentially cahara and d'arce are partied up, and cahara notices as they set up camp to rest that she seems a little tense! and he doesn't really know how to offer comfort, so he just offers some cuddles instead!

pls enjoy, i havent written for this fandom much and this is my first time sharing a fic on this site, so also pls be nice to me :'3

404 words, fluff, drabble, romantic or platonic, Fear and Hunger

Cahara’s been traversing the dungeons with this knight for a little while now, but this is their first time setting up camp together. Coincidentally, they’re both trying to find the same man, albeit for different reasons. She seems to be far more invested in his safety, and it’s clearly stressing her out more than the horrors they face.

She’s wrapped in some furs they found, holding them tight around her body and laid on her side, turned away from the fire they started for warmth. Her armor has been shed, placed carefully nearby when they were sure they were safe.

Fuck it, Cahara thinks, it’s worth a shot.

“Hey, uh,” he starts, trying to be gentle in his tone. D’arce looks back at him over her shoulder, her brows furrowed. “Do you wanna, like, lay with me?”

She looks offended instantly, shooting upwards and pulling the furs tighter over her chest, covering herself. “Excuse me? I am a knight of the Midnight Sun, and you will not–”

“Not like that.” He interrupts, frowning. “I just meant…” She glares at him, waiting for an answer. He sighs, continuing, “I just thought you seemed kinda tense. And maybe some physical contact would help with that.” At her disgusted look, he adds, “You can be the big spoon if that makes you more comfortable–”

“No! You think just because I’m a woman that I’d need your comfort?”

“No, that’s not what I said at all! It has nothing to do with you being a woman–”

“Oh, sure. I know your type, you miscreant. If you think that my traveling with you means that I’ll yield to your perversion–”

Cahara raises his hands in surrender, cutting her off, “Jeez, okay, fine, sorry I asked.” He turns away, sighing again as he lies down. He listens to the flames flicker, wrapping his arms around himself as the chill sets in.

He can’t fall asleep, not in these conditions, so he just waits and stares at the blockaded door to the room they’re staying in. At some point, he hears shuffling, before a warmth sidles up behind him. She throws the furs over him, too, and hesitantly brings an arm up to wrap around him. “Don’t say a word,” she murmurs, sounding almost ashamed. “You just… seemed cold is all.”

Cahara nods, smiling for the first time since he stepped into these dungeons, as she cuddles up against his back.