Prophecies, Bloodshed, and Gays

“Not… not embarrassing…”

"Then?"

“Flustered. Flustering. The thought of…” They squealed.

Shara giggled. "Oh you're cute when you make that sound. Well if that flusters you so much you don't have to do it."

“I… I wouldn’t…” They sunk deeper into Shara’s arms.

Shara giggled. "Okay. Okay. No cheek kisses for lowly archer girl."

Nahi’s face felt like it was about to explode. Before they could convince themselves it was a bad idea, they reared up and kissed her on the cheek before sinking back down and pulling their sweater over their face.

Shara giggled, feeling herself go a little red. Oh that was so soft. Shara...wanted..more. She shook her head. Nope. Nope. She wasn't going there.

"Th..thank you.."

She pouted. "Now don't hide that cute face."

Nahi squealed again. “Going to hide now. Forever.”

"Nuuu. I'm going to cry."

Nahi hesitantly poked their eyes out. “Please don’t.”

"Now I won't," said Shara beaming. "My view is restored. Can I see the rest of that face. Pretty please."

Nahi squeaked. “I might die if you do.”

Share huffed. "Well then we're at a terrible stalemate. I might die if I don't."

“How likely is your death?”