May 11, 2021
Ikarin Immaos
•Immortal lord of chaos
•brat boy
•baby boy
•~20s eternally
•gay
•dramatic, comforting but also will slap you
•weird chaos magic
•surprisingly friendly
•loves cats
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@chaotic-ikkie-boy
Ikarin Immaos
•Immortal lord of chaos
•brat boy
•baby boy
•~20s eternally
•gay
•dramatic, comforting but also will slap you
•weird chaos magic
•surprisingly friendly
•loves cats
“Spite darling~!”
Spite pops out of thin air, looking Tired and Pissed, probably from something else.
“Yes?”
“Geez, what happened to you?”
“So. Many. Children.”
He makes a face, “Ew.”
“Exactly. This is a fucking cult, not a goddamn— HURHGGHNG, what do you need.”
“Well I’m bored and you look like you need a break.”
“Mm. What do you suggest we do?”
“I dunno, something interesting, obviously. A long while back I told Tommy I’d be able to ‘handle’ you because you’re a ghost and he certainly couldn’t. But I never bothered to test it out because I’ve always preferred you.”
“Right.”
“Sooo...”
"You wanna try something on me?"
“Itd be fun!”
She sighs, "Fine."
“Oh come on, don’t be like that. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
"Sure, let's... do it."
He huffs slightly but takes her ghostly hand, humming quietly as his magic glows around them.
“Ooh that’s an idea!”
"What is?"
“What happens when you put a ghost and an immortal together?”
"Possession."
“That’s if you put a ghost and a mortal together. I happen to have stronger magic than you.”
“Spite darling~!”
Spite pops out of thin air, looking Tired and Pissed, probably from something else.
“Yes?”
“Geez, what happened to you?”
“So. Many. Children.”
He makes a face, “Ew.”
“Exactly. This is a fucking cult, not a goddamn— HURHGGHNG, what do you need.”
“Well I’m bored and you look like you need a break.”
“Mm. What do you suggest we do?”
“I dunno, something interesting, obviously. A long while back I told Tommy I’d be able to ‘handle’ you because you’re a ghost and he certainly couldn’t. But I never bothered to test it out because I’ve always preferred you.”
“Right.”
“Sooo...”
"You wanna try something on me?"
“Itd be fun!”
She sighs, "Fine."
“Oh come on, don’t be like that. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
"Sure, let's... do it."
He huffs slightly but takes her ghostly hand, humming quietly as his magic glows around them.
“Ooh that’s an idea!”
"What is?"
“What happens when you put a ghost and an immortal together?”
“Spite darling~!”
Spite pops out of thin air, looking Tired and Pissed, probably from something else.
“Yes?”
“Geez, what happened to you?”
“So. Many. Children.”
He makes a face, “Ew.”
“Exactly. This is a fucking cult, not a goddamn— HURHGGHNG, what do you need.”
“Well I’m bored and you look like you need a break.”
“Mm. What do you suggest we do?”
“I dunno, something interesting, obviously. A long while back I told Tommy I’d be able to ‘handle’ you because you’re a ghost and he certainly couldn’t. But I never bothered to test it out because I’ve always preferred you.”
“Right.”
“Sooo...”
"You wanna try something on me?"
“Itd be fun!”
She sighs, "Fine."
“Oh come on, don’t be like that. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
"Sure, let's... do it."
He huffs slightly but takes her ghostly hand, humming quietly as his magic glows around them.
“Ooh that’s an idea!”
“Spite darling~!”
Spite pops out of thin air, looking Tired and Pissed, probably from something else.
“Yes?”
“Geez, what happened to you?”
“So. Many. Children.”
He makes a face, “Ew.”
“Exactly. This is a fucking cult, not a goddamn— HURHGGHNG, what do you need.”
“Well I’m bored and you look like you need a break.”
“Mm. What do you suggest we do?”
“I dunno, something interesting, obviously. A long while back I told Tommy I’d be able to ‘handle’ you because you’re a ghost and he certainly couldn’t. But I never bothered to test it out because I’ve always preferred you.”
“Right.”
“Sooo...”
"You wanna try something on me?"
“Itd be fun!”
She sighs, "Fine."
“Oh come on, don’t be like that. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Spite darling~!”
Spite pops out of thin air, looking Tired and Pissed, probably from something else.
“Yes?”
“Geez, what happened to you?”
“So. Many. Children.”
He makes a face, “Ew.”
“Exactly. This is a fucking cult, not a goddamn— HURHGGHNG, what do you need.”
“Well I’m bored and you look like you need a break.”
“Mm. What do you suggest we do?”
“I dunno, something interesting, obviously. A long while back I told Tommy I’d be able to ‘handle’ you because you’re a ghost and he certainly couldn’t. But I never bothered to test it out because I’ve always preferred you.”
“Right.”
“Sooo...”
"You wanna try something on me?"
“Itd be fun!”
“Spite darling~!”
Spite pops out of thin air, looking Tired and Pissed, probably from something else.
“Yes?”
“Geez, what happened to you?”
“So. Many. Children.”
He makes a face, “Ew.”
“Exactly. This is a fucking cult, not a goddamn— HURHGGHNG, what do you need.”
“Well I’m bored and you look like you need a break.”
“Mm. What do you suggest we do?”
“I dunno, something interesting, obviously. A long while back I told Tommy I’d be able to ‘handle’ you because you’re a ghost and he certainly couldn’t. But I never bothered to test it out because I’ve always preferred you.”
“Right.”
“Sooo...”
“Spite darling~!”
Spite pops out of thin air, looking Tired and Pissed, probably from something else.
“Yes?”
“Geez, what happened to you?”
“So. Many. Children.”
He makes a face, “Ew.”
“Exactly. This is a fucking cult, not a goddamn— HURHGGHNG, what do you need.”
“Well I’m bored and you look like you need a break.”
“Mm. What do you suggest we do?”
“I dunno, something interesting, obviously. A long while back I told Tommy I’d be able to ‘handle’ you because you’re a ghost and he certainly couldn’t. But I never bothered to test it out because I’ve always preferred you.”
“Spite darling~!”
Spite pops out of thin air, looking Tired and Pissed, probably from something else.
“Yes?”
“Geez, what happened to you?”
“So. Many. Children.”
He makes a face, “Ew.”
“Exactly. This is a fucking cult, not a goddamn— HURHGGHNG, what do you need.”
“Well I’m bored and you look like you need a break.”
“Spite darling~!”
Spite pops out of thin air, looking Tired and Pissed, probably from something else.
“Yes?”
“Geez, what happened to you?”
“So. Many. Children.”
He makes a face, “Ew.”
“Spite darling~!”
Spite pops out of thin air, looking Tired and Pissed, probably from something else.
“Yes?”
“Geez, what happened to you?”
“Spite darling~!”
Jess has no idea where she is, and her inability to see or talk only adds to her fear. She couldn’t fight them, couldn’t run away, she didn’t trust her magic with Ikarin around and Felix messing with her fear levels.
Felix looks pretty tired and has to sit down, so he doesn't stand a fight when OLIVER of all people barges in and knocks him the fuck out. Oliver punches Ikarin as well, amazingly, before grabbing Jess and leaving.
Ikarin rubs his jaw, watching Oliver leave then turns to Felix, tilting his head to the side, thinking.
He wakes up after a few minutes with a groan, and sits up, holding the back of his head because he hit it when he fell.
“Here.” He hands him an ice pack.
He mumbles his thanks and shifts, putting the ice pack on his head.
“You wore yourself out with that,” he sits by Felix, putting and arm around him, “Can’t say it wasn’t entertaining though.”
He leans against Ikarin and hums.
“It was quite a show, very entertaining..”
“Mhm.” Ikarin nods.
“Gotta work on the weary-outy thingy though. That's gonna... get annoying.”
“I’m sure. Does it take more energy to manipulate her emotions than it would someone else?”
“Kinda, yeah. Doesn't really help that I share this shit with Riley, and he's... well. Him.”
“Mhm. You did brilliantly though, darling.” He lays his head against Felix’s
"Thanks, you too.."
“Mm.” He gives Felix a gentle kiss.
Felix hums slightly and kisses back.
“Now what do you want to do?” He asks quietly
“What do you wanna do..?” He counters back, just as quiet.
He shrugs, “You’re the one who got hurt.”
“'Mfine.”
“Mm. I’m sure.” He’s disbelieving and gently runs his fingers through Felix’s hair, fingers drifting close to where he’d hit his head
Felix hisses when he touches it, moving away slightly.
He moves his hand, giving him another kiss, “Want me to try and heal it?”
He kisses back again, mumbling against Ikarin's lips, “No, it's fine.”
“You sure?”
"Mmhmm..."
“Okay. So what do you want?”
"I dunno."
“That’s rare.” He gently cups Felix’s face, “Why don’t we head back to bed so you can rest?”
"Mkay.."
He moves back and stands up, offering Felix his hand
He smiles gratefully and takes it, standing up
He holds his hand as they make their way back
Felix leans against him as they go.
Ikarin proves yet again he’s stronger than he looks, easily supporting Felix’s weight
"Jesus fucking christ—" Once again, Felix shows his... odd reaction to being picked up.
“What?” Ikarin asks innocently
"Nothing nothing nothing—"
“Mhm.” He kisses Felix’s cheek and carefully enters his bedroom, laying him in the bed
Felix releases a sigh of relief, although he looks like he's blushing.
Ikarin grins, leaning over the bed so their faces are close, “You’re looking a little red there, hun.”
Felix rolls his eyes and grabs Ikarin's shirt, pulling him down into a kiss.
Ikarin puts his hands on the bed on either side of Felix so he doesn’t fall on top of him, kissing him back
Felix smirks slightly and grabs Ikarin, twisting him over so he's on the bed with Felix on top of him.
“And here I thought you were tired.” He mumbles against Felix’s lips
"I am, you're just a comfortable pillow."
“Yeah? So why are you still this close to my face?” He teases, hardly having to move to kiss him again
He doesn't get to reply because of the kiss and the fact he melts into it.
Ikarin gently wraps his arms around Felix
He manages to pull away and hide his face in Ikarin's shoulder because he's blUSHING.
“Someone feeling shy?”
"Noooo.... Z
“Then look at me.” He coos, teasing
He huffs and looks at Ikarin.
He puts a hand under his chin, “You are. You’re a little red~”
"Shut uppp."
“No this never happens, you’re normally so... confident and demanding, which don’t get me wrong I have no issue with. But I don’t get to see this side of you.” His thumb strokes Felix’s cheek
Felix rolls his eyes, but doesn't deny it.
He kisses him softly again, “So... any clue what you want to do yet?”
"Other than you? Not much."
“Yeah?”
Jess has no idea where she is, and her inability to see or talk only adds to her fear. She couldn’t fight them, couldn’t run away, she didn’t trust her magic with Ikarin around and Felix messing with her fear levels.
Felix looks pretty tired and has to sit down, so he doesn't stand a fight when OLIVER of all people barges in and knocks him the fuck out. Oliver punches Ikarin as well, amazingly, before grabbing Jess and leaving.
Ikarin rubs his jaw, watching Oliver leave then turns to Felix, tilting his head to the side, thinking.
He wakes up after a few minutes with a groan, and sits up, holding the back of his head because he hit it when he fell.
“Here.” He hands him an ice pack.
He mumbles his thanks and shifts, putting the ice pack on his head.
“You wore yourself out with that,” he sits by Felix, putting and arm around him, “Can’t say it wasn’t entertaining though.”
He leans against Ikarin and hums.
“It was quite a show, very entertaining..”
“Mhm.” Ikarin nods.
“Gotta work on the weary-outy thingy though. That's gonna... get annoying.”
“I’m sure. Does it take more energy to manipulate her emotions than it would someone else?”
“Kinda, yeah. Doesn't really help that I share this shit with Riley, and he's... well. Him.”
“Mhm. You did brilliantly though, darling.” He lays his head against Felix’s
"Thanks, you too.."
“Mm.” He gives Felix a gentle kiss.
Felix hums slightly and kisses back.
“Now what do you want to do?” He asks quietly
“What do you wanna do..?” He counters back, just as quiet.
He shrugs, “You’re the one who got hurt.”
“'Mfine.”
“Mm. I’m sure.” He’s disbelieving and gently runs his fingers through Felix’s hair, fingers drifting close to where he’d hit his head
Felix hisses when he touches it, moving away slightly.
He moves his hand, giving him another kiss, “Want me to try and heal it?”
He kisses back again, mumbling against Ikarin's lips, “No, it's fine.”
“You sure?”
"Mmhmm..."
“Okay. So what do you want?”
"I dunno."
“That’s rare.” He gently cups Felix’s face, “Why don’t we head back to bed so you can rest?”
"Mkay.."
He moves back and stands up, offering Felix his hand
He smiles gratefully and takes it, standing up
He holds his hand as they make their way back
Felix leans against him as they go.
Ikarin proves yet again he’s stronger than he looks, easily supporting Felix’s weight
"Jesus fucking christ—" Once again, Felix shows his... odd reaction to being picked up.
“What?” Ikarin asks innocently
"Nothing nothing nothing—"
“Mhm.” He kisses Felix’s cheek and carefully enters his bedroom, laying him in the bed
Felix releases a sigh of relief, although he looks like he's blushing.
Ikarin grins, leaning over the bed so their faces are close, “You’re looking a little red there, hun.”
Felix rolls his eyes and grabs Ikarin's shirt, pulling him down into a kiss.
Ikarin puts his hands on the bed on either side of Felix so he doesn’t fall on top of him, kissing him back
Felix smirks slightly and grabs Ikarin, twisting him over so he's on the bed with Felix on top of him.
“And here I thought you were tired.” He mumbles against Felix’s lips
"I am, you're just a comfortable pillow."
“Yeah? So why are you still this close to my face?” He teases, hardly having to move to kiss him again
He doesn't get to reply because of the kiss and the fact he melts into it.
Ikarin gently wraps his arms around Felix
He manages to pull away and hide his face in Ikarin's shoulder because he's blUSHING.
“Someone feeling shy?”
"Noooo.... Z
“Then look at me.” He coos, teasing
He huffs and looks at Ikarin.
He puts a hand under his chin, “You are. You’re a little red~”
"Shut uppp."
“No this never happens, you’re normally so... confident and demanding, which don’t get me wrong I have no issue with. But I don’t get to see this side of you.” His thumb strokes Felix’s cheek
Felix rolls his eyes, but doesn't deny it.
He kisses him softly again, “So... any clue what you want to do yet?”
Jess has no idea where she is, and her inability to see or talk only adds to her fear. She couldn’t fight them, couldn’t run away, she didn’t trust her magic with Ikarin around and Felix messing with her fear levels.
Felix looks pretty tired and has to sit down, so he doesn't stand a fight when OLIVER of all people barges in and knocks him the fuck out. Oliver punches Ikarin as well, amazingly, before grabbing Jess and leaving.
Ikarin rubs his jaw, watching Oliver leave then turns to Felix, tilting his head to the side, thinking.
He wakes up after a few minutes with a groan, and sits up, holding the back of his head because he hit it when he fell.
“Here.” He hands him an ice pack.
He mumbles his thanks and shifts, putting the ice pack on his head.
“You wore yourself out with that,” he sits by Felix, putting and arm around him, “Can’t say it wasn’t entertaining though.”
He leans against Ikarin and hums.
“It was quite a show, very entertaining..”
“Mhm.” Ikarin nods.
“Gotta work on the weary-outy thingy though. That's gonna... get annoying.”
“I’m sure. Does it take more energy to manipulate her emotions than it would someone else?”
“Kinda, yeah. Doesn't really help that I share this shit with Riley, and he's... well. Him.”
“Mhm. You did brilliantly though, darling.” He lays his head against Felix’s
"Thanks, you too.."
“Mm.” He gives Felix a gentle kiss.
Felix hums slightly and kisses back.
“Now what do you want to do?” He asks quietly
“What do you wanna do..?” He counters back, just as quiet.
He shrugs, “You’re the one who got hurt.”
“'Mfine.”
“Mm. I’m sure.” He’s disbelieving and gently runs his fingers through Felix’s hair, fingers drifting close to where he’d hit his head
Felix hisses when he touches it, moving away slightly.
He moves his hand, giving him another kiss, “Want me to try and heal it?”
He kisses back again, mumbling against Ikarin's lips, “No, it's fine.”
“You sure?”
"Mmhmm..."
“Okay. So what do you want?”
"I dunno."
“That’s rare.” He gently cups Felix’s face, “Why don’t we head back to bed so you can rest?”
"Mkay.."
He moves back and stands up, offering Felix his hand
He smiles gratefully and takes it, standing up
He holds his hand as they make their way back
Felix leans against him as they go.
Ikarin proves yet again he’s stronger than he looks, easily supporting Felix’s weight
"Jesus fucking christ—" Once again, Felix shows his... odd reaction to being picked up.
“What?” Ikarin asks innocently
"Nothing nothing nothing—"
“Mhm.” He kisses Felix’s cheek and carefully enters his bedroom, laying him in the bed
Felix releases a sigh of relief, although he looks like he's blushing.
Ikarin grins, leaning over the bed so their faces are close, “You’re looking a little red there, hun.”
Felix rolls his eyes and grabs Ikarin's shirt, pulling him down into a kiss.
Ikarin puts his hands on the bed on either side of Felix so he doesn’t fall on top of him, kissing him back
Felix smirks slightly and grabs Ikarin, twisting him over so he's on the bed with Felix on top of him.
“And here I thought you were tired.” He mumbles against Felix’s lips
"I am, you're just a comfortable pillow."
“Yeah? So why are you still this close to my face?” He teases, hardly having to move to kiss him again
He doesn't get to reply because of the kiss and the fact he melts into it.
Ikarin gently wraps his arms around Felix
He manages to pull away and hide his face in Ikarin's shoulder because he's blUSHING.
“Someone feeling shy?”
"Noooo.... Z
“Then look at me.” He coos, teasing
He huffs and looks at Ikarin.
He puts a hand under his chin, “You are. You’re a little red~”
"Shut uppp."
“No this never happens, you’re normally so... confident and demanding, which don’t get me wrong I have no issue with. But I don’t get to see this side of you.” His thumb strokes Felix’s cheek
Jess has no idea where she is, and her inability to see or talk only adds to her fear. She couldn’t fight them, couldn’t run away, she didn’t trust her magic with Ikarin around and Felix messing with her fear levels.
Felix looks pretty tired and has to sit down, so he doesn't stand a fight when OLIVER of all people barges in and knocks him the fuck out. Oliver punches Ikarin as well, amazingly, before grabbing Jess and leaving.
Ikarin rubs his jaw, watching Oliver leave then turns to Felix, tilting his head to the side, thinking.
He wakes up after a few minutes with a groan, and sits up, holding the back of his head because he hit it when he fell.
“Here.” He hands him an ice pack.
He mumbles his thanks and shifts, putting the ice pack on his head.
“You wore yourself out with that,” he sits by Felix, putting and arm around him, “Can’t say it wasn’t entertaining though.”
He leans against Ikarin and hums.
“It was quite a show, very entertaining..”
“Mhm.” Ikarin nods.
“Gotta work on the weary-outy thingy though. That's gonna... get annoying.”
“I’m sure. Does it take more energy to manipulate her emotions than it would someone else?”
“Kinda, yeah. Doesn't really help that I share this shit with Riley, and he's... well. Him.”
“Mhm. You did brilliantly though, darling.” He lays his head against Felix’s
"Thanks, you too.."
“Mm.” He gives Felix a gentle kiss.
Felix hums slightly and kisses back.
“Now what do you want to do?” He asks quietly
“What do you wanna do..?” He counters back, just as quiet.
He shrugs, “You’re the one who got hurt.”
“'Mfine.”
“Mm. I’m sure.” He’s disbelieving and gently runs his fingers through Felix’s hair, fingers drifting close to where he’d hit his head
Felix hisses when he touches it, moving away slightly.
He moves his hand, giving him another kiss, “Want me to try and heal it?”
He kisses back again, mumbling against Ikarin's lips, “No, it's fine.”
“You sure?”
"Mmhmm..."
“Okay. So what do you want?”
"I dunno."
“That’s rare.” He gently cups Felix’s face, “Why don’t we head back to bed so you can rest?”
"Mkay.."
He moves back and stands up, offering Felix his hand
He smiles gratefully and takes it, standing up
He holds his hand as they make their way back
Felix leans against him as they go.
Ikarin proves yet again he’s stronger than he looks, easily supporting Felix’s weight
"Jesus fucking christ—" Once again, Felix shows his... odd reaction to being picked up.
“What?” Ikarin asks innocently
"Nothing nothing nothing—"
“Mhm.” He kisses Felix’s cheek and carefully enters his bedroom, laying him in the bed
Felix releases a sigh of relief, although he looks like he's blushing.
Ikarin grins, leaning over the bed so their faces are close, “You’re looking a little red there, hun.”
Felix rolls his eyes and grabs Ikarin's shirt, pulling him down into a kiss.
Ikarin puts his hands on the bed on either side of Felix so he doesn’t fall on top of him, kissing him back
Felix smirks slightly and grabs Ikarin, twisting him over so he's on the bed with Felix on top of him.
“And here I thought you were tired.” He mumbles against Felix’s lips
"I am, you're just a comfortable pillow."
“Yeah? So why are you still this close to my face?” He teases, hardly having to move to kiss him again
He doesn't get to reply because of the kiss and the fact he melts into it.
Ikarin gently wraps his arms around Felix
He manages to pull away and hide his face in Ikarin's shoulder because he's blUSHING.
“Someone feeling shy?”
"Noooo.... Z
“Then look at me.” He coos, teasing
He huffs and looks at Ikarin.
He puts a hand under his chin, “You are. You’re a little red~”
Jess has no idea where she is, and her inability to see or talk only adds to her fear. She couldn’t fight them, couldn’t run away, she didn’t trust her magic with Ikarin around and Felix messing with her fear levels.
Felix looks pretty tired and has to sit down, so he doesn't stand a fight when OLIVER of all people barges in and knocks him the fuck out. Oliver punches Ikarin as well, amazingly, before grabbing Jess and leaving.
Ikarin rubs his jaw, watching Oliver leave then turns to Felix, tilting his head to the side, thinking.
He wakes up after a few minutes with a groan, and sits up, holding the back of his head because he hit it when he fell.
“Here.” He hands him an ice pack.
He mumbles his thanks and shifts, putting the ice pack on his head.
“You wore yourself out with that,” he sits by Felix, putting and arm around him, “Can’t say it wasn’t entertaining though.”
He leans against Ikarin and hums.
“It was quite a show, very entertaining..”
“Mhm.” Ikarin nods.
“Gotta work on the weary-outy thingy though. That's gonna... get annoying.”
“I’m sure. Does it take more energy to manipulate her emotions than it would someone else?”
“Kinda, yeah. Doesn't really help that I share this shit with Riley, and he's... well. Him.”
“Mhm. You did brilliantly though, darling.” He lays his head against Felix’s
"Thanks, you too.."
“Mm.” He gives Felix a gentle kiss.
Felix hums slightly and kisses back.
“Now what do you want to do?” He asks quietly
“What do you wanna do..?” He counters back, just as quiet.
He shrugs, “You’re the one who got hurt.”
“'Mfine.”
“Mm. I’m sure.” He’s disbelieving and gently runs his fingers through Felix’s hair, fingers drifting close to where he’d hit his head
Felix hisses when he touches it, moving away slightly.
He moves his hand, giving him another kiss, “Want me to try and heal it?”
He kisses back again, mumbling against Ikarin's lips, “No, it's fine.”
“You sure?”
"Mmhmm..."
“Okay. So what do you want?”
"I dunno."
“That’s rare.” He gently cups Felix’s face, “Why don’t we head back to bed so you can rest?”
"Mkay.."
He moves back and stands up, offering Felix his hand
He smiles gratefully and takes it, standing up
He holds his hand as they make their way back
Felix leans against him as they go.
Ikarin proves yet again he’s stronger than he looks, easily supporting Felix’s weight
"Jesus fucking christ—" Once again, Felix shows his... odd reaction to being picked up.
“What?” Ikarin asks innocently
"Nothing nothing nothing—"
“Mhm.” He kisses Felix’s cheek and carefully enters his bedroom, laying him in the bed
Felix releases a sigh of relief, although he looks like he's blushing.
Ikarin grins, leaning over the bed so their faces are close, “You’re looking a little red there, hun.”
Felix rolls his eyes and grabs Ikarin's shirt, pulling him down into a kiss.
Ikarin puts his hands on the bed on either side of Felix so he doesn’t fall on top of him, kissing him back
Felix smirks slightly and grabs Ikarin, twisting him over so he's on the bed with Felix on top of him.
“And here I thought you were tired.” He mumbles against Felix’s lips
"I am, you're just a comfortable pillow."
“Yeah? So why are you still this close to my face?” He teases, hardly having to move to kiss him again
He doesn't get to reply because of the kiss and the fact he melts into it.
Ikarin gently wraps his arms around Felix
He manages to pull away and hide his face in Ikarin's shoulder because he's blUSHING.
“Someone feeling shy?”
"Noooo.... Z
“Then look at me.” He coos, teasing
