Wrought Flames of Gold and Green
Requested by @dragonageinquizzieness: Heeeeyyyyyy!! How about an Amayian x reader flooooffff where the reader is just being a sap and wanting hugs and cuddles? •w•
A/N: I hope this is good! It’s hard writing fluff with Amayian because he’s a character that doesn’t...you know, emote! But I hope this goes well with the fluff that you wanted. ^u^
“Hugging you.” You grinned lopsidedly and tightened your hold around Amayian waist, smothering your face into the small of his back. He smelt crisp and smoky, like smoldering fires in a wood; but there was a freshness, a cleanse as well. it went well with one another, oddly enough. It only made your grip around his waist tighter.
His voice was slow and brimmed with confusion. “Hugging...me? Why?” He shifted, as if he was unaccustomed but not discomforted by your actions - bewildered, not terrified. That made you smile.
“Because I can, and it’s taking all of my strength not to start climbing you like a tree.” Your voice was muffled by the soft linen white shirt that he wore, and you could feel his stomach extend and then deflate with each soft breath he took. It was soothing, like the rippling of water on a calm lake.
You felt his hands encompassed you own, and then with a little tug, your arms lifted away from his body. Terror grasped your heart, strangling it with a horrid clench.
But then, it relented away it’s hold to fumble down to something warm and sweet. There was a warm, green flame wrought in gold dancing in his eyes. But wasn’t smile. He rarely ever did. Expressionless stoicism shrouded over his features, holding back even the idea of approval or disapproval. But the fire stilled burned there in his eyes, vivid and lively. Only for you.
A blush nestled on your cheeks, and your smile twirled into a grin, like a flashing and rushing, blue-pale river into an easing and rolling, white-silver riverlet. “I just want some cuddles, Amayian; and I won’t be leaving until I get some.” You shifted from one heel to the other, tucking your arms behind your back and playing with your fingers.
For a few moments, he did not saying - no words or hints of indication that he had actually heard you. The fire burned, twirled, danced. The distant clearness in his eyes was torn away by the tendrils of licking flames that speared more gold and brighten the green, like sunlight sprinkled over a tamed sea. You had to resist to get onto your tips of your tips, hopefully his arms wrapped securly around your waist, tangle your fingers in his hair, and kiss him; to see him unravel that frigid composure often shrouding him like a veil.
He took his hand into yours, and without any word, features not lightening up in a smile, ever remaining in a state of equanimity. You passed with him in twisting corridors, felt the whispers of rushing servants and attendants and scouts, the scurrility of lords and ladies and knights, behind your back, and your face burned with warmth that spread down into your neck. You stared, as you walked, bewildered at your hand within his. His fingers and palm seemingly engulfed yours...Amayian was never one for signs of affection - this was new...this was foreign. You could feel the warmth pool and spread up your arm. You didn’t know if it was from him naturally or his magic that beat softly through his body like some melody, but it felt nice...Maker preserve me. I want some hugs and I’m fawning over a little bit of hand holding.
You could not stop the churning and flips in your stomach, nor the rapid beating in your heart. Time blurred, swelled, and folded in onto itself, the world becoming as muted and blurred as if you were no longer part of it. What mattered was the warmth of Amayian’s hands around yours.
A door slammed, and rushed back toward you, solidifying and hardening into a physical presence brimming with splendid colors of cool blues and greens and warm gold and crimson, splattering and mixing until it became a beckoning painting waiting to be observed and explored. Time had slipped away, all because Amayian held your hand. Maker, you never knew your cheeks could ever feel this warm.
Amayian was neatly stripping off his jacket and hung it in his closest, before turning to you, a few of the laces of his blouse undone to reveal the olive tan skin beneath. With those same serene gaze, he strode to the bed, sat down, before laying flat on his back. “You may precede with your cuddling,” said Amayian, straight-faced and serious, as if this was an vital operation that could cut deep into enemy forces.
You could not stop the fits of giggles that erupted from your chest. Those giggles transfixed into laughter. You grinned. “Is that a command, Your Worship?”
“This was your idea, Y/N.” He did seem a bit more amused, you detected. “I may always return to my duties if you no longer desire cuddles.” For a moment, you thought you caught a smile flash on his lips, but settling back into a firm, remote line.
“Hey! Don’t put words in my mouth,” you exclaimed, nearly jumping into the bedside Amayian, throwing your leg over his waist and resting your head against his chest. His arm, though you were forced to shift around a bit, wrapped around your sides, holding you close to his own.
Bars of sunlight trembled into the bedchambers. Thin, but mixing well with the warmth of the burning flame in the hearth. You felt the rise and fall of his breath, heard the pounding of his chest that displayed his own nervelessness that aligned well with your own. That spread a smile on your lips. Your heart soared when you gazed up at him.
“You’re liking this,” you teased, poking his beard-covered chin. “Don’t lie!”
He stared down at you, the fire in his eyes more warmer, somehow, then before. “I do. Perhaps, my lady would accompany on similar endeavors in the future.” His voice was thick with sleep, more deep sounding and rumbling at his chest. Eyelids dropped. He’s falling asleep. And that quickly, huh?
You pressed a kiss to his chin. “Sleep, Amay. I’ll still be here when you wake.”
His lips pulled into a soft, sweet smile. Humming lowly as his response, he held you closer, as if he was afraid that you were truly going to live him.
Trailing and drawing circles into his chest, you focused your hearing on the soft beats of his heart. And I’ll be here even if you can only see darkness.
