Zenos.

"Tell me one thing I do not excel at."

A genuine dare; he was confident that there was not a thing he wasn’t good at.

Dropping the cup in the water, he reached for the small shampoo vase, taking off its top and pouring a good dose of it onto his palm. Placing it back on the edge of the tub, he rubbed his hands together, warming it up, then applying it on her hair while gently massaging her scalp.

< a few times, until he deemed her hair wet enough.

"At ease, hero." He shook his head, smirking ever so smugly, "I’ve told you, didn’t I———I shall take care of this."

She wasn’t given a moment to respond as he already reached for a small cup, diving it below the surface and raising it up back full, only to empty it over her head; he would do so >

zenos did not even try to hide the admiration that bordered on worship for the hero of this story. he merely expressed himself as he always did, free of any doubts—even now, as he lowered his head to take a good whiff of her, pressing his nose against the top of her head, "mhh... sweaty."

truly, it was a pleasant experience which would never lose its appeal. it only grew in *his* popularity whenever she would grace him with her presence; an opportunity he could never pass on.

"Don’t be shy," he said, as his arms wrapped themselves around her curves to pull her against his chest.

The moment she returned the man had already made himself comfortable inside of the tub, liberated of all worries and concerns. right now, he wished only to make the moment count and invited her to join him with a wave of his hand.

"Just go to my bedroom and I'll tell you as many times as you want.

But let me make clear, you're MY problem until death do us part, tch!"

Little do they know, they never my sight.

with an affirmative hum, "mmh~" did the man tend to further preparations. she was free to join in whenever she was ready to indulge the warm embrace of the waters and his inevitable attention.

< planned. zenos immediately tended towards the preparation of the tub, securing its influx of hot water. it would pour out of the faucet as a strong stream, steam rising from the puddle it would create within the blink of an eye.

it wouldn’t take long for the duo to enter their haven of relaxation; the pleasant smell of her hair, the silky texture of her feathers, or the milky-soft skin on her body. all features he so dearly admired originate here, which is why it was safe to say that he was quite fond of what they >

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#zenos #ffxiv

"You know better than anyone else how gentle these hands can be, if it is so desired."

those very same hands he spoke of now found themselves grabbing the elezen's shoulders firmly, "let us go."

no more than a brief glance with the eye was given, then he continued with his work as if he wasn’t even there.

"What does it look like to you."

it wasn’t a question he desired an answer to. however, the smirk remained ever dormant on his face.

"I won’t let you."

He said with the same smirk. However, if one didn’t know the blonde any better, it would sound almost like a threat.

…

Perhaps, in a way, it might be one?

"I’ll scrub you through, dearest."

He chuckled, crossing his arms.

The man smirked in silence.

He stood there, unmoving for a moment. He stared at her, not uttering a word, "…..fine."

Then he let go of her garments, but he did not /let go/ of her: "Prepare the tub. I’m coming, too."

-; Come, interact with this grumpy/tsundere lady

She doesn't bite!(??)

"Obviously. Get to it."

Quicker than the words left his lips, the man was tugging on her armor, wanting to undress the heroine like one would peel off a tangerine.

The man, as tall as the trunks he was chopping down, was continuing with his work like a machine built to split wood in two. he had long grown accustomed to the mi'qote's antics; he knew that he was under watch. he could sense him. and in a way, he relished in the attention. a smirk was on his lips.

"Indeed. But enough of that, you require a bath. Now."

"The Hero and her companions, a tale as old as time."

He smirked slightly, eventually ceasing with the touches.

"Naturally, no creature stands a chance against you and yours."

It was spoken as a self evident fact. a rule. law of nature, the strong subdue the weak. none other than them understood this to this extent.

The man listened intently as now even his other hand dug into her hair, combing the beautifully long strands with his large fingers, rhythmic motions, applying pressure occasionally like a massage upon her scalp.

"Did it show much resistance?"

"Mmh. Tell me more about your ventures: what have you slain, Dulcinea?"

Rhalgr's Reach

- 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 @unfeltardor.bsky.social

"Hmph. Good girl." He growled in his low tone, now digging his fingers through her soft locks. "The stench of battle surrounds you. Consider taking a bath soon."