Lavender kisses

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As Skyrim slowly eats my soul, I decided to write a tiny ficlet for my oc Xillith and Lydia, who travels with her. I have no idea if they can marry (I sure hope so!), so for now I just headcanon them smooching under the moon during camp nights and building the Lakeview mansion together!

Xillith/Lydia; T; - Lavender Kisses - 463 words

“I received word from the Jarl today that your deeds are being noticed,” Lydia says, sliding a stone across the blade of her axe. It tingles with magical energy a little, almost like a cat, but makes no harmful discharge.
 

“I’d like to hope so. Running around, slaying dragons and helping the people of Whiterun is not a hobby done out of good heart,” Xillith smiles, crushing some lavender in a bowl, its smell spreading in the air and mixing with honey-sweet wild flowers and smell of the lake.
 

“I hope you wouldn’t say that to the Jarl’s face, my Thane.”
 

Lydia’s expression of surprise is a little funny, but Xillith hurries to comfort her that she certainly wouldn’t. Speaking her mind has always been a feature that people had to come to terms with, especially considering that her mind wishes to be bold and not always witty in necessary situations. But for so many years she made do, and nothing prevents her from going on the same way.
 

She sighs and looks around to glance across the house. For now it’s a small one, a cottage on the edge of the lake, named after it as a Lakeview mansion. Xillith hopes that one day it will indeed become a mansion and a proper home.
 

Carefully she adds crushed lavender to the brew she is making and mixes it.
 

“When my mama baked tiny pies, she would sometimes add some lavender in them. I liked it a lot,” Lydia mentions, setting her axe aside and pulling feet up, arms resting on them. Her arms are strong and muscly, refined by years of hard work and training.
 

“It sounds delicious. Here, you should like this, then,” Xillith says and pours some of the brew in a small tankard, which immediately heats up with hot water in it. Lydia blows on it and makes a sip.
 

“Just like at home…”
 

And like that they fall quiet, enjoying the herbal tea Xillith prepared and bites of some rye bread. Peace like that is a treat both women enjoy, seeing as their adventures keep them on their feet all the time, alert and in fight. But here, by the lake, where foamy water coming in from the rivers and streams swishes in whispers, they can relax and enjoy each other’s company.
 

It is not long that Xillith moves closer and cups her companion’s cheek. Their lips press together - Xillith has to brush away her long black hair behind the pointed ear, lest it gets in the way - and their noses bumping sometimes. When the sun hides behind the mountain, they will head home to rest before the next day of travel. But that will be later. Right now, they want to kiss lavender off each other’s lips.