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Without hesitation, Lok’thul pulled Elionil close, his powerful arms wrapping around the smaller elf from behind. The warmth of his body, the rise and fall of his breath, the steady rhythm of his heart against Elionil’s back—everything about this embrace was grounding, whole.
Elionil let his head rest against Lok’thul’s chest, his own hands settling over the orc’s forearms as they watched the world before them. Below, the monastery gardens stretched out in elegant terraces, monks moving in silent discipline among the trees. The distant chime of bells carried in the wind, blending with the rustling leaves.
They didn’t need words. The quiet between them wasn’t empty—it was full. Of unspoken promises, shared warmth, and the simple pleasure of existing together.
Elionil closed his eyes, his earlier frustrations melting away. The world outside their little haven felt distant, insignificant. He had fretted about their time apart, about the way the monastery had stolen Lok’thul’s days, but now… now, none of that mattered.
Right here, in the orc’s embrace, beneath the falling cherry blossoms, everything was exactly as it should be.
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The story snippet above is from before they broke up :') Missing my boys.
You can read the full text here: https://www.argentarchives.org/node/277442
Without hesitation, Lok’thul pulled Elionil close, his powerful arms wrapping around the smaller elf from behind. The warmth of his body, the rise and fall of his breath, the steady rhythm of his heart against Elionil’s back—everything about this embrace was grounding, whole.
Elionil let his head rest against Lok’thul’s chest, his own hands settling over the orc’s forearms as they watched the world before them. Below, the monastery gardens stretched out in elegant terraces, monks moving in silent discipline among the trees. The distant chime of bells carried in the wind, blending with the rustling leaves.
They didn’t need words. The quiet between them wasn’t empty—it was full. Of unspoken promises, shared warmth, and the simple pleasure of existing together.
Elionil closed his eyes, his earlier frustrations melting away. The world outside their little haven felt distant, insignificant. He had fretted about their time apart, about the way the monastery had stolen Lok’thul’s days, but now… now, none of that mattered.
Right here, in the orc’s embrace, beneath the falling cherry blossoms, everything was exactly as it should be.
...
The story snippet above is from before they broke up :') Missing my boys.
You can read the full text here: https://www.argentarchives.org/node/277442
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1080 x 1440px
File Size 371.1 kB
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