Pleased he wouldn’t be prodded over things long past, Ruth shrugged off the returning silence. It was as it was. While he could often be cold-hearted and his temper get the better of him, he strived to be nothing like his father. There were times people deserved it there was no denying that fact, but the majority of those were strangers, distant acquaintances. None of those he’d call friend.
Well. Friends. Maybe. But certainly fun in many ways, Ruth was quickly finding out. As the light of the fire dimmed, the healer would smirk, easily following the other lead and leaning in. Only his hand would reach alongside, tracing softly along the man's jaw, eyes focused on the man’s lips. “Maybe next time you find yourself in Arlathan, we can have more than a nibble.” With a brief wiggle of his brows, Ruth pressed forward, closing the short distance to kiss the elf, deeply but achingly slow.
He’d thank Zev, in the privacy of his own mind for the new ritual. He’d make good use of it.
Well. Friends. Maybe. But certainly fun in many ways, Ruth was quickly finding out. As the light of the fire dimmed, the healer would smirk, easily following the other lead and leaning in. Only his hand would reach alongside, tracing softly along the man's jaw, eyes focused on the man’s lips. “Maybe next time you find yourself in Arlathan, we can have more than a nibble.” With a brief wiggle of his brows, Ruth pressed forward, closing the short distance to kiss the elf, deeply but achingly slow.
He’d thank Zev, in the privacy of his own mind for the new ritual. He’d make good use of it.
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