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A Moment | Shadowgast | Rated T
Jul. 12th, 2023 01:29 pmTitle: A Moment
Fandom: Critical Role
Rating: T
Ship(s): Shadowgast
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Drabble, Slice of Life
Content Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 318
Summary: A calm evening at home. For the drabble prompt "absentminded massage."
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Fandom: Critical Role
Rating: T
Ship(s): Shadowgast
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Drabble, Slice of Life
Content Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Word Count: 318
Summary: A calm evening at home. For the drabble prompt "absentminded massage."
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There was something soothing about the quiet stillness of the night, a fire burning merrily in the fireplace and dancing lights floating adrift in the air around them, lighting up the room with just the right amount of light to read by.
Caleb turned the page, reading aloud from the storybook Essek had pulled from the shelf and asked him to read. He translated from Zemnian into Common as he went, turning pages as his voice filled the hushed evening air. Essek was curled up on the opposite corner of the plush couch, his legs tucked under him as he sipped from a glass of wine. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he gazed openly across the short distance at Caleb through his long lashes.
Caleb shifted and stretched out his long legs on the cushions between them. His toes poked at Essek's side, making the elf twitch and huff out a laugh. He sent the glass of wine floating down to settle on the table beside him with a flick of his wrist. He ran a hand up Caleb's leg, stilling the wizard's teasing movements. Caleb only faltered briefly in his reading as Essek's hands settled on his bare feet, the warmth of his fingers like embers on a fire. Caleb went on reading as Essek's fingers dug into the sore muscles of his feet, teasing out the knots and pain from being on his feet for too long and leaving a satisfying ache in their wake. Caleb was entranced by it, entranced by this man he was so lucky to have found in his life.
He went on reading. Essek rescued his wine from the table and continued to run his fingers across Caleb's muscles, the pressure lessened but ever-present as he listened to Caleb's voice. The dancing lights flitted and bounced in the air around them.
Safe. Together.
At peace.
