Neither really knew how it started, but the way it’s going is …

Well.

You came to check on him when you returned to the Lighthouse after the Weisshaupt siege. Rightfully so, Davrin lashed out and you could feel the guilt and frustration at the dinner table when you all regrouped.

Then there was the little fight with Lucanis. Both men stormed off afterwards, so naturally, you followed Davrin.

“Davrin,” you approach him while he’s seemingly carving out a new monster from wood, “about Weisshaupt. I’m so sorry—“

But he didn’t even let you finish. He pulls you to him, kissing you the way he always does; with fire and passion. You scramble to get ahold of yourself, trying to cup his cheeks to pull him back and so you can talk.

“No,” he says before you even get the chance, “just this.”

And gods be damned if your lover wasn’t stubborn.