Voss is bare too. She breathes deep as he leans that last bit closer to secure her shroud. Breathes deeper as she can smell the small wash of sweat. Of smoke. Of sea salt from the ocean they'd swam in earlier before returning home. "Commitment, ceremony, bonding," she had splashed the water as she'd spoke, Voss floating on his back, eyes to the sky as he'd listened. "It's all so istik, is it not?" His fingers skimmed over the ripples she'd made as she hit the water. Closed his eyes as they lapped against his face, reached his eyes. "We conceived this ceremony long before some of you istik races even existed," he'd said, simple, circling a shape on the water. Her hands stopped. Voss turned. Hair liquid amethyst around her, on her. Like she was made of it. "We cared, once." Still circled the water with his finger. "About each other." Paused. "Others." Dipped back her head onto his chest. Heard his hearts beat a little too fast. Just a whisper, "some of you still do."

My preview for the upcoming @lovemarriagebg3.bsky.social zine ❤️!

I wrote a fic exploring my HCs on ancient, githyanki bonding ceremonies through the bond between Kith'rak Voss and my Tav, Vanquish.

Zine releasing this December!❤️

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