These two are my babies. I love them dearly. Tarmish and Shorai, they have a love hate relationship. This little picture takes place after a party, at the end of which they both end up drinking more than they should have. Tarmish’s reaction to alcohol is very similar to mine.
Tarmish sat slumped forward on the edge of the bed, his head spinning slightly. His hands felt heavy and sticky inside his gloves, he pulled them off relieved when the cool air touched the damp flesh. He shrugged out of his shirt next, his skin felt over heated and slightly damp. He hated drinking, it made him feel so warm and dizzy. Why had he let the Seer talk him into it? He stilled felt too damned warm, even without his God-forsaken human clothing. The bed dipped behind him as the Seer moved, but he couldn’t recall why they had been in bed together.
“Tarmish, stop thinking so much.” Shorai said softly. “It’s making my head hurt.”
“You’re the one who wanted to drink.” He reminded the Elder with a growl.
Shorai moved closer, smiling slightly. “Yes, but I’m not the one who forced you to hold up your glass for more, now am I?”
They sat in silence as the young snake tried his best to clear his foggy mind of the haze that had settled over him. But suddenly his mind froze completely, halting gears grinding as arms wrapped around him.
“Sho?” Tarmish asked timidly.
“I like it like this.” Shorai hummed sleepily as he slumped against the younger man. “I like the warm feeling.”
Tarmish wasn’t sure he wanted to know what ‘warm feeling’ the Seer was talking about as he felt a soft hand wrapped around his right arm…