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OC Kiss Week Day Three - Sunrise

I'm going to do eight days instead of seven because I want one kiss for EVERY ship in Arigale! This is going to be tough lol. Also, these are canon events and will likely be slotted into the books to come in various places whether that be as flashbacks or present day events, so you have been warned. So excited to take part in @ockissweek again! Word Count: 1.7k Characters: Maleth and Calista TW: Nudity and basically just morning after the deed vibes, alcohol mention

Orange and pink filled the sky with thick white tufts of cloud. The haze of creeping light fell right onto Maleth’s forehead, but then it wasn’t long before the trajectory made a nice warm spot into an annoyance for his eyes. With a grunt, he reached up for his eyes and rubbed the sleep from them. He couldn’t recall the last time he slept so deeply. The cause perplexed him as he reached for the water he always kept at his bedside table, yet his hand swiped through empty air. One eye opened halfway. Through the squint, he could make out where his clothes had gone. He was messy on a good day, but he usually at least threw them for the chair in the corner. His mouth was terribly dry as he groaned and pushed himself to sit up.

His reflection was clear in the simple vanity at the foot of his bed, but he gasped as he saw a second lump in the bed and all of his usual products he and Wilfred concocted missing along with all the stains from repeated use. His hands and throat constricted. Other breaths were in the room. He usually shared a room with Wilfred, but this room was just a single bed. There was also the sudden perception that he was without even the briefs he usually kept on to sleep in his room. His attempts to breathe were wheezy and he choked on the dryness of his tongue. Coughs echoed in the sparse room, seemingly barely lived in as it looked like the base room he began with here in the island tavern.

“Mmm. Loud,” Calista grumbled. The blanket was stolen back and wrapped up in her as she turned to face him with eyes shut and a grumpy pout. Maleth swore his heart simply ceased. It was real. He’d really ended up in a room with Calista, the most attractive and fearless elven woman, or woman at all, that he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. Her offer had happened fast and simple as she always lived, as she had others around town, but with a strange tome and map covered in scribbles and a mind more messy, he accepted this time. They’d kissed long before, soon after her arrival, but her more open approach to relationships had caused him some alarm when he found out a week later she’d slept with the village bard. Calista’s legs shifted and rustled the cheap sheets until a knee knocked into his and she drifted once more. Maleth finally had his breath reigned in, yet there were other obvious issues framed in the vanity mirror that Calista’s half snuggle to his side were not helping. The blankets dipped off her shoulder as she reached to wrap an arm further over his waist. Her breasts pushed into his hip where he sat, and the soft whimper from her was also the snap of his last nerve. “Calista? We should wake up. Duties and all,” he spoke through strained vocal cords. She smiled up at him. While he was dragging himself up while in need of a shower and products to straighten his hair, she was loose curls and the very warmth of the sun in her smile. He may melt with her there and the actual beams of first light on his back through the window. Maleth cleared his throat hard when he noticed where Calista’s eyes landed. His backpedal placed him out of the bed and the blanket was ripped away in his iron grip, which left her there in nude repose and made him stumble. She smirked and shrugged while she stretched out her muscled frame, back aced and bathed in early light. Maleth nearly drowned in his own spit. “You were helping Wilfred this morning, right? I was going to see if those books we found had anything relevant to some of the current crises plaguing us all,” Maleth reminded. He wasn’t certain it was for her or himself as his hands twisted the fabric and flung it back over her. Calista’s laugh was sweeter to him than honey as the blanket covered her and she rolled up within. He’d trade half of Wilfred’s booze supply for a night with her. Perhaps he had, given the few blurry spots in his memory. Plenty shined through when he tried harder to recall, but it made many problems worse, and he was to be the problem solver today. Calista pouted up at him as he began to dress and grab his things. Keeping his back to her wasn’t helpful, since halfway through slipping on his shirt her arms wrapped around his middle. He struggled to bend and affix his garment, but her strength was far greater. Her chin was sharp on his shoulder as she pulled him to look into the mirror with her. He grimaced as the litany of bite marks and finger shaped bruises covering them both showed just how clear they’d be to others in the daylight. Calista grinned and traced one over his collarbone with her fingertip before she kissed the wound. Maleth shivered and brought her face to him with his finger hooked under her chin. No magic popped this time, but almost. He didn’t need to accidentally set off sparks in one of the few establishments they had built, no matter how his heart raced. Calista pulled back and left a softer peck, then another on his cheek as she pressed their bodies together. “Will you be telling them all you finally got with the woman you proclaimed an interest in on her first day here? So vocally the whole tavern heard too,” she teased. “Alright, Alright. You’ll never let that die, will you? I will admit I may have had a bit much and seen too pretty of a lady all at once. I will not apologize for a crime of passion on this level.”

“Who said I wanted you too? I just think that you’re cute when you get embarrassed a little, almighty wizard.”

Calista bowed and winked at him as she pulled aside the curtain of long green hair. Maleth fixed his pants soon as she released him and grabbed the book he’d been reading. It looked like the only item that actually managed a solid surface for the night. Mirth slipped off his lips as he stared at it. Calista’s hand reached for it, but he swerved it to his hip and caught her hand.

“The regular old wizard will need to study today, but I would still love to see you tonight if I may.”

“Oh, uh…” Calista scratched her head and twisted on the spot.

“Unless you have plans?” he asked with an attempt at a grin he soon regretted when it broke.

“Yeah. An encore with someone after a nice hike at sunset. The view from the mountain path we discovered last week should be amazing.”

“Right, no. Uh, that will just give me more time to look this over and see what I can do. Win for both of us, honestly. Tell Wilfred on your way out I said you could have that bottle he owes me for cleaning up his alchemy mess in our room. I may be too busy to.”

“You don’t need to do-”

“I insist, really.” He nodded and started for the door.

“I’ll still bring you some food to your room then. That book seemed real important. You haven’t let it out of your sight.”

“Yes, well, um…” He turned the knob and let the hinges squeak as the door swung open. “Until then.”

Maleth was certain she wanted to say more. She was usually a morning person, as in pre-dawn, yet she’d slept in with him. She was curled up to him so long the scent of wood and fruit she carried with her had stuck to his skin. It followed him to the empty room with two beds and two desks. Rather than use the desk and take notes, Maleth fell into his back and flipped the text open until a piece of parchment fell out. There were many circles, crude symbols of trees, and a red line swiftly drawn to show a path to a large building in some land named Arigale. His eyes shut as he settled and placed the map on his chest.

“She’s not the serious type. You knew that. There’s worse things about. Dangers… Things you may still protect the rest from, that is, if you can get there. If the answer is there… Am I really someone so powerful? Could I keep Calista from being hurt again?”

The marks on her neck were stuck in his mind. A large scar, unnatural to have survived, yet she was gifted grace by a deity just before her soul could leave her body. He’d nearly lost her. Even the bravest of them had been shaken when she awoke to her friends in tears, and ever since she wore a ribbon on her neck to hide the mark. That was the one article of clothing that had stayed on all night long.

Maleth reached into his bedside drawer. The light from the window caught crystal as he peeked inside, which left rainbows scattered across the junk and quills filling up the rest of the space. A large diamond on a leather choker would look lovely on her. Calista wasn’t much for jewels though, just as she wasn’t much for a serious relationship, or at least what he may consider one.

The book crashed into the wall and landed hard on his desk. His silver eyes were wide and wild as he clutched the map and stared at the jewel. To have gone through so much to mine and craft such an item when she was still only, what? Dating? Friends? He couldn’t even put a name to it, but every moment with her was warm as the sunrise. His hand slid over the gem’s smooth facets Wilfred helped carve.

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faytalepsy · 1 year

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Silrah Star Wars AU

Was this ages ago? Yes. Is May the 4th the perfect day to post it? Definitely.

The explosion cuts through the air, reducing the world to blinding light and an ear-splitting boom. Farah staggers to the left as the shockwave passes, blinking furiously to regain her sight.

Something firm and cool stops her stumbling steps and she leans into it, shaking her head to chase away the throbbing pain. She tastes metal on her tongue even before sucking in a deep breath of air. Dust and smoke flow into her lungs instead of oxygen, prompting a dry cough to claw its way up.

The blurry lines around her slowly solidify back into shapes, the shrill ringing in her ears still muting the resurfacing sounds of screaming and blaster fire. Smoke. Bodies.

War.

Her mind falls back to familiar patterns with ease. If the Clone Wars taught her one thing, it was the chaos of a battlefield and how to harness it as a General must. And although that time has passed, being a soldier is nothing one could simply shed like her Jedi robes.

Letting the dizziness wash over her she closes her eyes. Reaching out for that familiar calming stream she invites it in, letting it gather within her as if meditating. Focus Farah. The roaring in her ears fades so she pushes off the wall to make herself a picture of the town square.

Her trained gaze snaps up, tracing the explosion back to the watchtower. The detonator had ripped a gaping hole into the structure, half-melted metal beams turned and twisted between remnants of crumbling stone.

At the entrance Silva still struggles with the Senator's private guard. The raven-haired spy has his adversary locked in a secure grip, screaming something at him that Farah can't understand. Nor does it matter. Not with the shadow of the damaged tower leaning over the both of them.

A tremor goes through the upper levels, the formerly firm walls shifting and buckling. Silva doesn't notice, too focused on his still-thrashing opponent. The tower will fall. And if she has any sense of self-preservation she should watch.

Instead Farah charges.

She makes it halfway across the plaza when the first stone drops. The remaining upper levels follow suit as the tower collapses. Metal groans and prompts Silva to finally spare a look upwards, grip around the unconscious guard slackening at the heaps of stone coming his way. He doesn't even try to move, as well aware as Farah that it is already far too late.

But the impact he expects never comes. Farah groans, arms shaking with the effort it takes to keep the stone suspended in the air. The Force still feels like an extension of herself but she is definitely out of practice.

She feels the weight of the wreckage feed on her strength, yielding inch by inch to the crushing pressure.

With all her might she pushes, shoving the wreckage back just far enough to spare the spy. Letting go she stumbles once more, black dots dancing in front of her eyes. It had been too long. She is rusty.

When she next opens them she stares right into Silva's silver-grey ones. His face slack with shock he continues to stare at her, wide-eyed and far from the stoic soldier she met a few rotations ago.

Fear roots her to the spot. He saw. Not only saw but experienced her traitorous action himself. Apprehension coils inside her as he opens his mouth to pass his judgment.

"You are one of them."

#mywriting #silrah #star wars AU #sorry this is so laaaate #I'm just very slow

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