Alphi kinkshaming the WoL in front of zenos

castorre:

The Warrior of Light found it hard to raise herself from the ground. The pain of many small wounds seeping blood left her with little energy to stagger to her feet. Yet, somehow, she managed to rise slowly and clumsily, crushing many of the small red flowers that surrounded her. 

She coughed, her body racked from exhaustion and the blunt pain of the many injuries she had sustained as of late. The man in front of her seemed to enjoy the slow way she presented herself to him again. He approached her slowly, sword prone and ready to strike yet again.

A splash of blue swirled with white blinded her for a second, her body instinctively tensed, ready to defend herself. And yet, she found her wounds knitting themselves ever so slowly. She glanced about, unsure as to whom had come to her aid, but it took little time for the boy to call to her.

“Sorry, but I need you to stick around a while longer.” Alphinaud had somehow found his way through the crumbling palace. It surely had nothing to do with getting lost and, much to his great luck, finding an elevator whose guards had abandoned their post. The only disadvantage was that he had now come out alone, much unprepared to get physical with a man more than twice his height. (Alphinaud also assumes that the Prince is made of pure muscle and could probably bite through a birch log with his bare teeth. Where such ideas could manifest from is likely a testament to his boredom in Yanxia.)

“How novel. I believe the boy cares for you, friend.” Zenos clicked his tongue, eyes drawing towards the elezen in the usual slow and carefree way the Prince seemed to take to everything with. There was naught that truly concerned him, except being rid of the boy so he might return to fulfilling himself. 

“Alphinaud, get out of here! Go get help!” The Warrior of Light staggered once more through the flowers, her weapon raising once again, as if to continue despite her condition. 

“And leave you alone, here? With him? Surely you jest!” Alphinaud looked from one to the other, his grimoire prone and ready to strike. The look the Warrior shot his way sent a chill down his spine, however. He hesitated as the glare from his friend continued, until he lowered the book and turned to go find assistance. 

Zenos turned back to face her as Alphinaud’s footsteps finally dissipated among the far halls, away from the menagerie. He stifled a laugh.

“If he had been a few moments later…” The Prince pulled her up to face him, his armored fingers tangling into her hair and pulling until she cried out in pain. He leaned over her, tracing his tongue against her lips. “Oh well, you do enjoy the pain, do you not?”

“B-bastard.” So defiant. And yet, she didn’t deny what he said. He released the hold on her hair, opting to run his gauntlets down the small of her back until he grasped at her back side. She opened her mouth in indignant surprise, long enough to allow him to take her lips with his own. She nearly jumped from her skin, or perhaps that was what melting felt like? 

“W-what in the Twelve is going on?” Alphinaud dropped his book in shock. The Warrior of Light slowly turned to glance at the elezen as her face immediately flushed hot. 

“I-it’s not as you think!”

“No, it’s definitely what he’s thinking.” Zenos pulled away from her, a sly grin gracing his features.

“I-I felt something was off, so I came back instead of finding the others! T-to think I was worried about you, and yet, here you are, with HIM, like THAT?” Alphinaud looked as if he were on the verge of a mental breakdown. “You think you know someone, especially after all this time! And here you are, necking not just with an enemy but with a Garlean royal no less!” 

The Warrior of Light held her face in her palm and shook her head. 

“Don’t shake your head at me!” Alphinaud was nearly shouting now, “You know it’s wrong! I should have suspected though, especially after Yanxia! Don’t think i didn’t hear you when you were sleep talking!”

Zenos glanced back at the Warrior and she found that stupid grin mocking her again. She felt like slapping both of the males in front of her, truth be told. 

“Always ‘Zenos, ahhh, and ‘Zenos, don’t touch me like that’!” Alphinaud gestured angrily, digging nails into his palms. “I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt when I saw your love-stricken gaze in The Azim Steppe! How you returned to your tent far more often than normal! D-don’t think I didn’t hear you, ‘A-ah, Zenos, I’m com-’“

“ALPHINAUD!”