“You know, you could turn around so your tail’s not in my face at all.”
“But there’s more light on this side,” B’alith said. “And besides, if I turn around I’ll just be tempted to kiss you instead of reading, and then neither of us will get to spend the afternoon the way we’d planned.”
Zhai’a’s annoyed huff was tempered somewhat by the way color rose in his cheeks. “You make a fair point.”
He lay back against the blanket again, head pillowed on the lightweight cardigan he’d brought out with him in case the weather turned chilly. B’alith watched him get comfortable for a few moments until the allure of his book finally tugged at his attention again. He settled back onto the blanket as well, propping his chin up with one hand while he paged through the heavy volume with the other. This particular account of daily life in Mhach seemed rather more on the historical fantasy end of the history spectrum, but he found himself enjoying it nonetheless—and, if he was being honest with himself, the fact that it included an element of forbidden romance between the narrator and his white mage paramour was something of a selling point as well. He wondered, as he found himself sinking further into the story, if Estinian might like to borrow it when he was finished with it.
Fiddling with a couple of my FFXIV Write fills again to see if they might be coaxed into being folded into the same story. "Estinien enjoys salacious romance novels" is one of my favorite minor bits of headcanon to sprinkle into my work when the occasion calls for it. 😄 #wipweekend #ffxivwriters