The Untold Story of Texas and Lappland (Arknights)

Drunken Actions are Sober Thoughts

A/N: Well, I'm just going to say it now: be prepared to be surprised. Hopefully you all will like it! A hint: it's my first time attempting to do this 👀👀👀👀👀

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"What do you mean you found the letter?"

Why did every peaceful night have to take a turn for the worst? Why was Lappland looking at her so worriedly? It was so weird to see the romantic atmosphere change into a tense one. The shift in the made everything colder somehow. The blowed it's ghastly breath. It wasn't a wrong assumption to say snow was in the wind.

"I meant exactly what I said. As I mentioned, I was looking for my necklace and I stumbled upon it on accident. I, I didn't look at the contents inside, but I did see who it was from." Lappland's admission did little to extinguish the fear thrumming inside.

"But you still looked at it." Texas dragged a hand through her hair, undoing some of the neat pins keeping the more unruly strands held back. If this were a different situation Lappland would admire the freedom this loose look offered, how that hair was caught in the wind to wave in the darkness of night. But this was not the time. "Why do you always do this? You're always so curious."

"I didn't mean to. I swear." Lappland promised.

The other sighed, her head hanging. "I know. And that's the worst part."

"Uh, I'm afraid I don't follow?"

Amber-blue orbs bore into her. "If you had looked, if you were nosy then I could be mad. I could evade any questioning then out of my anger that you delved into my privacy."

"But I didn't—"

"Precisely. So I don't have the right to be angry. Not when I only have myself to blame." Texas was looking away again. The glitter of the night stars caught at the depths of her eyes. There was such profound emotion there, Lappland found it hard to look away. Such beauty, such trauma playing out on the slightly smaller wolf's features. A large part of her desired closing the gap between them, but she did not dare risk the chance of being lashed out. A firm head shake persisted, Texas seeming angry . . . with herself. "I should have hid it somewhere, kept it safer."

"Texas, am I wrong in thinking you wanted to ignore the letter?" And it's contents were another thing she did not dare to say.

And the head shaking continued, so fierce if she were a mannequin Texas's head would have fallen straight off. "No. No, I wouldn't say that," she licked her lips, the dart of her tongue sweeping over the same chapped lips Lappland tasted earlier. "I just wanted to fully be ready for what I have to do."

"What you have to do?" Lappland echoed.

What does she have to do her mind rang with the question. Now I really want to know what was in that letter.

Texas met her gaze again, a fire in her eyes rarely seen. "I have to go back."

And Lappland understood then with dawning realization. She has to go back home.

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A low, wanton moan left her. The world was a cloudy haze save for the woman who kept on working her magic on her. Exusiai shuddered unbidden as stars burst beneath the lids of her eyes. Fingers found spots in all the right places as she was brought to a crescendo again and again and again. There were lips pressing down the sweaty expanse of her throat as the furious jabs made something in her sing with an ache she rarely felt from any partner in the past.

"Ngh Mosti . . . feels so good~" she sighed as the shudders finally came to an end.

Blue eyes stared at her with a pleased sort of self-satisfaction. It went along with the messy hair but perhaps not the flushed face showing all this had been effecting Mostima too. There was pleasure to be had to know she had garnered this reaction from the fallen without even touching her intimately yet, knowing what was soon to come was enough to have her floating again mentally in the spaces of 'this is fine' and 'enjoy, don't question'.