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pride-moth · 2 years

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Kotallo/Aloy "there's only one bed" pre-relationship for the drabble requests? (I'm basic and I love this trope)

Hell yeah, I love when there's only one bed!!! (But also oops I made it angsty)

Dare To Look (Aloy/Kotallo)

Kotallo steps into Aloy’s quarters with all the confidence and boldness of a fox caught between a Stormbird and a Thunderjaw. His eyes dart around to look at anything that isn’t her. She’s the one who offered him to stay the night, and yet… He doesn’t feel he should be here, with her, in her space. Her personal, private space. “I can simply leave to get the parts needed for the bed right now, I don’t wish to intrude-“

Aloy merely looks at him and he swallows. She has this way of looking at people that makes them fall silent in an instant with the understanding that any objection will not be heard. He usually admires it, but he is anything but thrilled to have it cast on himself. “I can see the dark circles through your paint, Kotallo. And I fought a Stormbird and a Thunderjaw today and I ran into two Slitherfangs on the way back, so I’m going to get a good night’s sleep now. You should, too.”

He nods, tightly, unwilling to refuse, and makes his way to the large carpet in front of her bed. He can’t even sit down on it before she stops him.

“Don’t even think about it. You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“I really don’t want to intrude.”

She gives him a look he doesn’t quite know how to read now, stern but not as serious and with an eyebrow quirked up. He hasn’t seen her use it before, but he nods and sits down on the bed, next to her, as she takes off her armor, revealing a simple tunic underneath.

He doesn’t dare look at her for too long, for fear she might find it indecent. He turns away to get out of his own armor and can’t help but bitterly smile to himself. It’s her learning the truth that he’s afraid of. That his thoughts so often do turn indecent when he thinks about her and especially when he sees her fight, drenched in sweat and fire in her greenshine eyes.

And she mustn't know. He’d rather remain in this state of minor but persistent agony than have her reject him and look at him with the same pity she regards Erend with sometimes.

“You can’t intrude when I’ve invited you. Now come lie down.” Her voice is firm but gentle and he is not about to disobey her. Not when she's smiling at him. Not when the dim lights make her hair glow like a cozy campfire in a cold night.

So, he lies down, at as respectful a distance as he can manage in this bed that is, while larger than his own, still evidently made for only one person. Her scent is in his nose, his eyes caught in the intricate braids in her hair, and he wonders how, in the name of the Ten, he is supposed to find any sleep tonight.

#horizon forbidden west #kotaloy #aloy/kotallo #drabble requests #there's only one bed you see #i had an earlier draft where alva tried to keep a pet fox but it peed in a bed #but that seemed a bit silly and also would've taken too long #this is already kind of over drabble length oops #so yeah kotallo's bed is hand-wave broken #also it's about the YEARNING not how we get there #my writing

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