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#partially inspired by the distinct lack of gwainthian on ao3
lit-in-thy-heart · 11 months
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fighting fate with our fists
Rating: Gen
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Other
Relationships: Gwaine/Mithian        
Characters: Gwaine, Mithian
Additional Tags: Long-Distance Relationship, Established Relationship, Kissing, Making Out, Hurt/Comfort, Protective Gwaine, Injury, Gift Giving, they/them mithian, because fight me, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Sort Of, yes i am back after nine months, and this is apparently the baby that has arrived, Not Beta Read, not even edited lbr, but that's never bothered me before with fics so, here marks the beginning of my gwaine/mithian conquest, prose heavy, Very little dialogue, You Have Been Warned            
Words: 4,121
Chapters: 1/1
Summary: Gwaine and Mithian have a rendezvous on the shores of Gedref.
Opening:
Mithian was already shielding their body against the wind with their arms when Gwaine reached the cliffs. Like ribbons on a wishing tree, their hair fluttered violently behind them and their fingers ran up and down their upper arms, clothed only in a translucent shirt. Despite his own fingers already reaching out in anticipation of greeting Mithian’s skin, Gwaine remained still, drinking in their form for a little longer.
It had been too long since they had last seen each other, too long since he had heard their husky tones falling into the pillow, too long since their fingertips had fumbled beneath his layers of heavy armour and dusted his muscles with a cool touch. Gwaine had started to forget the way that the tendons in Mithian’s neck breathed when they lifted their chin – like they were doing now, absorbing the dappled sunlight – and had been struggling to hold on to the memory of his hands on their waist, thumbs stretching down to settle on their hips.
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