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redtailedhawk90) wrote2018-12-12 11:47 am
redtailedhawk90) wrote2018-12-12 11:47 am
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Abrazo
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writers_muses, prompt set here:
"I do believe you're blushing."
Abrazo | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
No matter how many of these events Tseer attended with Wyatt, they always made him uncomfortable. The tight press of people wearing clothes worth more than his life, the din of a hundred voices bouncing off the walls and the too-clean polished floors--it was all together too loud and too cramped for his rural blood. And as much as Wyatt said that he didn't care what anyone else thought, that he never wanted Tseer feel like he didn't belong, Tseer was painfully aware that every movement he made, every word that came out of his mouth betrayed him as an outsider. It was much easier to play the bodyguard, to fade into Wyatt's shadow and become invisible to everyone, just another plebeian here to serve Luume's finest and brightest.
"...and this is my boyfriend, Tseer Darkfeather," said Wyatt, reaching back to entwine his fingers with Tseer's talons and pull him forward to stand next to him. "Tseer, this is Juniper Graves. They work for Elder Tower on that project I told you about."
"Pleasure to meet you," Tseer stuttered, startled, and extended a talon. The half-elf in front of him--he tried to remember what Wyatt had called them, but their name had already evaporated, like so much ether, from his mind--smiled, their perfectly straight teeth flashing, and accepted his handshake by daintily touching the tips of their fingers to his palm. Tseer disliked them immediately.
"Ah, yes," said the half-elf. "I had heard that some ruffian had taken you off the market." They eyed Tseer, and he felt his spine straighten in response. "I didn't realize your taste was so...plain."
"Juniper--" began Wyatt. Tseer could tell by the sharp edges on the word that Wyatt was working himself up to a scathing rebuke. His hand was growing almost too hot to touch. Tseer squeezed it reassuringly.
"There's no accounting for taste," Tseer said brightly, cutting Wyatt off. He wanted nothing more than to punch the self-satisfied smirk off of the half-elf's face, himself, but he'd already gotten them kicked out of one party this month and anyway, they'd only just arrived half an hour ago. At least now he remembered who this person was. "Juniper, Wyatt told me that you worked on the new text-based message spells everyone is so excited about. How does that even work?"
"If you can't even understand the concept of a trade secret," Juniper said, rolling their eyes, "how can I possibly expect you to understand the intricacies of transmutation?"
"I only meant--" stumbled Tseer, but Wyatt was already storming off, still gripping his talon tightly in one hand. Tseer heard Juniper laugh behind them. "Wyatt, wait, stop, where are we--" Wyatt paused in the middle of the ballroom floor, and with a tug, spun Tseer in so they were facing each other. He grabbed Tseer's right talon in his left hand and slid his right up Tseer's arm and behind his shoulder, to hook gently around the joint of his left wing. After a moment to catch the beat of the waltz coming from the band in the corner, they began to twirl slowly across the floor.
Tseer had been a quick student when Wyatt taught him how to dance formally like this, and he enjoyed it very much, so he didn't complain when the first song ended and another began, and Wyatt led him seamlessly into a foxtrot. He reveled in the easy way their movements synced, in the warmth radiating from his partner. He didn't even notice that others were watching them until the song changed once again and Wyatt pulled him closer, pressing a knee between his legs.
"Uh, Wyatt," Tseer ventured as the tango began, "everyone is watching us."
"Oh, are they?" said Wyatt. "I hadn't noticed." The corner of his mouth twitched and he whirled them into a series of pivots, his hand splayed firm and protective across Tseer's back.
"Bullshit, you're doing this on purpose."
"Of course I am," Wyatt replied. His voice became a growl as he dipped Tseer low and looked at him from under his brow. "Teach them to call you plain." Then he pulled Tseer, breathless, back into frame, and seemed to reconsider. "That is, unless you're uncomfortable."
Tseer's heart pounded in his throat and he felt like he was floating more than dancing. Heat suffused his chest. "N-no," he said. "This is good."
Wyatt's eyes glittered as he laughed. "Tseer Darkfeather, I do believe you're blushing."
"Aarakocra can't blush!"
"No," said Wyatt, bringing Tseer's talon to his lips and kissing his knuckles. "But you have these feathers on the back of your head that fluff up when you're turned on and it's really cute."
writers_muses, prompt set here:"I do believe you're blushing."
Abrazo | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
No matter how many of these events Tseer attended with Wyatt, they always made him uncomfortable. The tight press of people wearing clothes worth more than his life, the din of a hundred voices bouncing off the walls and the too-clean polished floors--it was all together too loud and too cramped for his rural blood. And as much as Wyatt said that he didn't care what anyone else thought, that he never wanted Tseer feel like he didn't belong, Tseer was painfully aware that every movement he made, every word that came out of his mouth betrayed him as an outsider. It was much easier to play the bodyguard, to fade into Wyatt's shadow and become invisible to everyone, just another plebeian here to serve Luume's finest and brightest.
"...and this is my boyfriend, Tseer Darkfeather," said Wyatt, reaching back to entwine his fingers with Tseer's talons and pull him forward to stand next to him. "Tseer, this is Juniper Graves. They work for Elder Tower on that project I told you about."
"Pleasure to meet you," Tseer stuttered, startled, and extended a talon. The half-elf in front of him--he tried to remember what Wyatt had called them, but their name had already evaporated, like so much ether, from his mind--smiled, their perfectly straight teeth flashing, and accepted his handshake by daintily touching the tips of their fingers to his palm. Tseer disliked them immediately.
"Ah, yes," said the half-elf. "I had heard that some ruffian had taken you off the market." They eyed Tseer, and he felt his spine straighten in response. "I didn't realize your taste was so...plain."
"Juniper--" began Wyatt. Tseer could tell by the sharp edges on the word that Wyatt was working himself up to a scathing rebuke. His hand was growing almost too hot to touch. Tseer squeezed it reassuringly.
"There's no accounting for taste," Tseer said brightly, cutting Wyatt off. He wanted nothing more than to punch the self-satisfied smirk off of the half-elf's face, himself, but he'd already gotten them kicked out of one party this month and anyway, they'd only just arrived half an hour ago. At least now he remembered who this person was. "Juniper, Wyatt told me that you worked on the new text-based message spells everyone is so excited about. How does that even work?"
"If you can't even understand the concept of a trade secret," Juniper said, rolling their eyes, "how can I possibly expect you to understand the intricacies of transmutation?"
"I only meant--" stumbled Tseer, but Wyatt was already storming off, still gripping his talon tightly in one hand. Tseer heard Juniper laugh behind them. "Wyatt, wait, stop, where are we--" Wyatt paused in the middle of the ballroom floor, and with a tug, spun Tseer in so they were facing each other. He grabbed Tseer's right talon in his left hand and slid his right up Tseer's arm and behind his shoulder, to hook gently around the joint of his left wing. After a moment to catch the beat of the waltz coming from the band in the corner, they began to twirl slowly across the floor.
Tseer had been a quick student when Wyatt taught him how to dance formally like this, and he enjoyed it very much, so he didn't complain when the first song ended and another began, and Wyatt led him seamlessly into a foxtrot. He reveled in the easy way their movements synced, in the warmth radiating from his partner. He didn't even notice that others were watching them until the song changed once again and Wyatt pulled him closer, pressing a knee between his legs.
"Uh, Wyatt," Tseer ventured as the tango began, "everyone is watching us."
"Oh, are they?" said Wyatt. "I hadn't noticed." The corner of his mouth twitched and he whirled them into a series of pivots, his hand splayed firm and protective across Tseer's back.
"Bullshit, you're doing this on purpose."
"Of course I am," Wyatt replied. His voice became a growl as he dipped Tseer low and looked at him from under his brow. "Teach them to call you plain." Then he pulled Tseer, breathless, back into frame, and seemed to reconsider. "That is, unless you're uncomfortable."
Tseer's heart pounded in his throat and he felt like he was floating more than dancing. Heat suffused his chest. "N-no," he said. "This is good."
Wyatt's eyes glittered as he laughed. "Tseer Darkfeather, I do believe you're blushing."
"Aarakocra can't blush!"
"No," said Wyatt, bringing Tseer's talon to his lips and kissing his knuckles. "But you have these feathers on the back of your head that fluff up when you're turned on and it's really cute."