This was quite an emotional, very important, and endearing short blurb Tashi wanted to get out in Yazka's pov, and I naturally followed suit for Rihnn. We love them, your honor 😭

🤎 - Yazka: Tashi/Khian

💜 - Rihnn: Cillian

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He knew it was getting late but he was too comfortable drifting in and out of sleep and just lying here in the warmth of the incoming sun through the blinds. The pillows and sheets next to him were empty because his partner had already gotten up, but Yazka had just scooted over a bit to that empty, but still very warm place, and had curled up there again, giving a silent content sound in his bare chest. These moments of not really being awake yet but also not sound asleep again either, gifted him this sensation of peace.

His mind surfaced a bit more when he felt the mattress sinking under another’s weight, and he gotten softly turned more onto his back just to be greeted with this wonderful feeling of warm, partly scaled skin on his. These so well-known outlines of his partner’s front connecting to his as he gently pressed down on him, his strong legs framing Yazka’s, one arm sliding underneath the pillow behind Yazka’s head and the other around his shoulders. The movement made the curve between his left shoulder and neck side sting a bit, and his lips formed into a peaceful smile as his refreshed mark gave this pulse of pain, a reminder who he belonged to.

Still not opening his eyes, he moved both arms up and around the broad back and shoulders of the man that had so naturally placed himself upon him like a heavy blanket. Yazka could feel his soft breath on his right neck side. His wild purple hair caressing half of his face. Time ceased to exist as Yazka laid there, feeling the movement of Rihnn’s chest against his with every breath, and the outlines of his obsidian blessing under his hands, taking in his so well-known scent, hearing this calm and gentle vibration in his partner’s throat that never failed to transport him back to something far away. Something almost forgotten. Yazka's mind pulled him further into that sound, letting it become the only thing he heard; he could almost touch and feel it.

Maybe he wasn’t fully conscious, he wasn’t sure. All he could tell was that he felt some cage opening inside him, releasing something that had wanted to be free for so long. It wasn’t only a sound; it was a certainty. It was Yazka’s past and his present. The purr joined that of his partner, a matching melody, softly leaning against it, still asking for guidance because it had been suppressed for so long.

Surrounded by nothing but bliss and safety, Yazka turned his head more into his partner’s hair, his miqo’te purr gaining a soft surety.

In between these dancing, vibrating melodies, Yazka’s voice was almost a whisper.