Summary: "There are only a handful of reasons why the two of you would ask to meet me privately," Aemyra says, tapping a finger on her chin while trying to stifle the heat across her face, "at an inn room, naked, and wearing a blindfold."
Alternately titled: In which G'raha and X'rhun decide to have a threesome with their partner, the warrior of light, for her nameday.
Rating: Explicit
Ship: G’raha/Aemyra(WoL)/X’rhun
Note: This fic was a commission for @crimsonsynastry! I loved writing Aemyra and her chemistry with the Two Local Catboys(tm) was an absolute treat to explore UvU
It is hot in Sharlayan. The sun blazes down from on high, blanketing everything it touches with a sense of hot, listless exhaustion. The winds coming from the sea offer no mercy in the slightest; it is salty on the tongue and in the lungs, and only those native to the island are able to tolerate its sting.
About the only things truly protected from the weathering effects of the ocean and sun is the knowledge itself that the island holds. Tomes are kept safe and secure inside one of the multitudes of opulent buildings and libraries, else otherwise are kept close at hand against a student's chest while being borrowed for their meticulous studies.
X'rhun Tia is certainly no stranger to the heat.
His homeland was always scorched with the blazing sun, and he had long-considered a tolerance for the dry summers to be something in his heritage as a Seeker (whether that was true or not was another matter entirely). Though he was not accustomed to the humidity, dealing with the heat alone was something he felt fairly tolerant of.
Still, he couldn't ignore a slight sense of discomfort with the layers he wore; crimson garb covered all of him, just as much part of the man as his own name was. It offered protection from the sunlight itself (and had been woven specifically to ward off the burning rays), but not an ilm of comfort from the thick and sticky heat that clung to every bit of his skin. It made the man feel vaguely uncomfortable with every shift of his body, but X'rhun took the discomfort in stride as best as he could--both literally and figuratively, as he's decided to take another walk around much of the city's main plaza to try and get accustomed to the layout of where things were. He could hear calls of shopkeepers and the bustle of crowds, not unlike the other city states that he had visited in his years of travel.
Much of his partner's current business kept her on the island, so he figured that it was best to get used to the climate of Sharlayan as quickly as he could; perhaps he could procure some new variations of his current gear? Or maybe he could find ways to make them more suitable to the humidity, should it continue on for more than a few weeks. He so loathed the idea of being ill-prepared or worse, ill-dressed.
As the man was lost in thought, he neglected to hear the calls of someone a ways behind him on the busy walkway. It wasn't until the person had pushed through groups of students and nearly caught up to the Seeker that X'rhun finally snapped from his thoughts. He turned his gaze just in time to catch sight of G'raha Tia breaking free from the crowd, earning more than a few hard stares from several he'd less-than-carefully pushed past. The young seeker must have been chasing after him, as he stopped so abruptly to X'rhun's walking pace that he nearly toppled head over heels into the stonework below.
"Just the man I was hoping to find!" he says excitedly, righting himself and matching the other's walking pace.
X'rhun simply chuckles, mostly at the young man's honest enthusiasm. "Hopefully only for welcomed reasons. I've not a debt to my name and plan to keep it that way."
"No no, hardly anything like that," G'raha assures, "I've actually a question to ask instead." He peeks around for a moment, then lowers his voice to just above a whisper. "You know that Aemyra's nameday is coming up, right?"
X'rhun merely blinks at his fellow Seeker, simultaneously confused by the question and the reason that G'raha would need to ask it. It wasn't as if the young man wasn't allowed to inquire, as X'rhun was fully aware and happy for his partner to be in other relationships as long as she was treated well, but certainly G'raha would have put together enough information, even if he didn't yet realize they were wedded, to assume that X'rhun would well-know when her nameday fell?
"Of course I do," he says, raising a brow even as his tone falls evenly upon his tongue. "But I assume there's a question behind that, if you're asking something so obvious. Pray tell me what's on your mind?"
G'raha nods, then peeks around again. X'rhun notices that the other Seeker's tail is lashing just a tad too quickly for his liking, betraying the younger man's sense of nervousness in the act. What would he have to be nervous about...?
"Could we," G'raha says lowly face almost as red as his hair, "Perhaps speak in private about it?"