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Touch my Muse in the gentlest way possible;
While Kohga naps in bed, with his bare back facing the Gerudo, who'd just walked into the room... Kamai stops, and quietly admires his husband for a moment. Then his fingers reach out, delicately brushing hair from the Yiga's face, before trailing feather light touches across scars and tattoos alike, before leaning down to kiss at Kohga's shoulder.
"...Sweet dreams, songbird."
When you spend a whole day looking at stacks upon stacks of endless paperwork, the ink on the page starts to look the same as the next until it’s all a blurred mess of words he can barely distinguish. That’s when Kohga decides it’s probably best to take a break because he’s sick to this tedious work. A long break, of course, because how else is he gonna gear up for more boring ass work ? Ugh. He doesn’t even want to think about it. So he gets up, streeeeetches real nice until he hears that delightful crack in his back that’s been bothering him all day, and off he goes into the palace to chit chat with whatever familiar face he stumbles upon on the way. He makes certain to stop at the kitchens to visit a certain chef, getting a good sampling or two of tonight’s meal, and nabs a banana for good measure because what the heck is a break for if you don’t have a banana ?
He should probably get back to work, buuuuut, on second thought, that stack of paper is probably the most off putting thing in the world and Master Kohga would rather not think about it for just a bit longer. You know what sounds really nice right now ? A nice, loooong nap! Because he hasn’t stopping yawning after demolishing that banana…. In fact, he really has no intention of getting back to work because his bed is calling his name. Loudly, yelling at him, even! And he can think of nothing more cozy and tempting than all those soft blankets and plushy pillows around him as sleep claims him.
So that’s where Kamai finds his husband, curled up in his usual spot in their bed like a cat content and full on cream. One of the drapes is open just enough so that a small sliver of evening sunlight spills over his sleeping figure, Kohga’s copper skin illuminated like gold along with the soft glow of his tattoos that seem to shine with the light. He looks like a small star contained in that room, somehow managing to shine even without darkness.
Out of mere habit of his line of work involving stealth—Kohga has been awake since Kamai’s presence loomed at the doorway, not so much as stirring or allowing his eyelids to flicker open even as the Gerudo draws near. He remains still, listening with perked ears, wants more than anything to reach out and touch Kamai when fingers smooth over his face so sweetly. It is a touch he’d know now, elsewhere, and anywhere, as intimately familiar to him as he is to his own self. But it is that same touch, soft and comforting in its nature as it glides over the curves of his body and muscles, which begins to pull Kohga back into his doze, and he’s not quite ready to ruin this moment by speaking up. Silence too, can be golden.
Has Kamai heard his pulse leap, the quickening within his chest ? The way his skin rises and tenses beneath the press of Kamai’s lips ? Or does he spot the faint smile that’s quirked at the Yiga’s mouth before has Kamai turned to withdraw from the room ?
Whatever the case, Kohga’s sleep will be all the more pleasant for it.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena // Alain de Botton, Essays in Love // Eden Robinson, "Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted" // Chloe Liese, Always Only You // Anne Carson and Euripides, An Oresteia // Two—Sleeping At Last // Studio Bones, SK8 the Infinity // Trista Mateer, "is it okay to say this?" // @moodylilac // D. H. Lawrence, "The Rainbow"
Kohgan for your dash, with @mightiestbanana <3
my partner doesn’t use pet names nearly as much as i do, which is very funny because i will crack my gay little knuckles and say some shit like “good morning my sun and moon, my loveliest boy, my baby my sweetheart my darling dearest” and he will reply “hello adrian”
hi, i love dynamics that r like “we make each other worse” on the surface but when u look deeper it is actually just “we understand each other on a level that no one else does and nudge each other out of our typical comfort zone” which just circles around to “we make each other better”. it’s abt the accidental growth just by being in each other’s lives. idk
“I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
— Pablo Neruda, from “I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair”
me every time i write kohga and gan stuff for @ourowndemise :
sunshiney characters who adore the mean grumpy character, platonically or romantically, but not DESPITE them being mean as if that isn’t who the other “really” is deep down. they love it. they think the other is the funniest cleverest most delightful person alive
tender old men