Stitched by the Stars

"Can I hear you say it?" Melyha's fingers sink into the cushions near their thighs, unashamed of their anticipation and desire. They track his pupils dilating, a spike from his niih projecting as their soft command gets through to him.

"Melyha," slow and airy is his response, his accent an adored aspect.

They can't help but lean toward him, a smile on their lips. "Aarthir," they all but purr. Something stirs in them to watch him squirm as his name leaves their lips, stomach fluttering with heat and bringing their hand to creep across the cushions toward him, middle finger tracing the exposed skin on his wrist before pulling away, studying his reaction to the simple and quick touch.

The way they say his name imprints into Aarthir's mind and he almost needs Melyha to say it again, the question stuck in his throat when they touch him. Now it's his turn to purr, albeit a bit involuntary on his end, it is a non-verbal depiction of his demeanor: excited and content. His teeth start to ache again, gums pulsing and shifting while his nail beds mimic a similar action. And suddenly he has a deep hunger, the sensation coming second to an even deeper yearning.

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With a buried heritage and stunted sense of self, Aarthir Delayyo-Kiyani makes a move from the islands of Yvol to the bustling city of Everi in Heml. Fate is watchful...calculating and hopeful. What composes his character is challenged again and again within the sights of the incorporeal device, determination for rediscovery held steady in his path.

And with the more than welcome presence that is Melyha, an individual of the transfiguring folk, Q'kny, their alluring energy and magnetic demeanor pulls Aarthir in, blooming sides of him he has never seen, feelings never felt before molding him into what he is truly to be.