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chérie amour - rolan x fem!tav (pt 1)

rolan x fem!tav

smut

!! oral sex, rolan is stressed and needs an outlet, service top rolan

part one

Another day had come and gone. The sun had risen and set, casting irregular shapes of orange and gold across the worn floorboards of the high-ceilinged study as it inched across the sky. It had been another day that Rolan had risen from bed and left for his work at Sorcerous Sundries along with it without so much as a feather-light kiss on Tav's temple to wish her a good day. Another day of wondering if he'd be back in time for dinner, and another day of the pot on the stove going cold.

The bright golden hue from the candle in its ornate silver holder casts a ghostly glow onto the canvas that Tav has busied herself with. She paints broad strokes of mauve colored paint to bring the withered edges of a floral arrangement to life – beautiful flowers left to wilt in a beautiful vase after they'd been plucked from a well-tended garden. Under the flickering light, the colors shift and change, never quite right, and she takes a step back to unfocus her eyes.

It's too blue.

A touch of red would do nicely.

Yes, that's exactly what it needs.

She dips into the pigments with the tip of her brush and mixes them together, attempting to find that perfect hue to make that darkened edge. Still, something looks wrong. The lighting is throwing her off. Her work feels incomplete apart from the background having yet to be filled with color, like something is missing apart from that stubborn decay.

Perhaps it's the fact that her paint is beginning to muddy – or maybe her tired eyes are finally beginning to play tricks on her.

She frowns at the mess on her palette and prepares to create a new color from scratch when the distinct sound of a key finding its lock fills her ears and sounds like the most beautiful composition of music she's ever heard.

Eyes still fixated upon the pigments, she can't help the way her mouth twitches up into a smile.

Finally – her lover has made it home.

She listens carefully for a long moment as he fumbles with the key and fails. The front door has always been a bit tricky at the worst of times. He tries again. The lock refuses to grant him entry into his own home and she swears she senses the frustration in his actions when he gives up on the pesky thing and casts knock instead. The sound of the lock clicks loudly throughout their home and the faint tingle of magic flows in from down the hall, brushing up against the bare skin on her arms like a pleasant springtime breeze.

Rolan doesn't take his time like he usually does once he makes his way inside. He skips basking in the simple pleasures of being home after a long day and doesn't take the time to sit on the stool by the hearth to unlace his boots. Usually he'll search her out when he's all finished and dressed down into his casual attire, two glasses held carefully together in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other to share as the two of them talk about their day and wind down by the fire.

Tonight is very different.

He doesn't stop by the kitchen and definitely doesn't take the time to remove his boots as he approaches the door to their study with heavy feet and long, even strides. Tav stills. Curious. The brush in her hand lifts slightly from the palette as he comes closer and closer and she turns her ear towards the door to focus on the sound.

It's clear when he enters through the threshold that the poor tiefling has had quite a day. His usually bright, amber eyes are tired and dulled and his mouth is turned down slightly into a frown.