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Send me a â⊠(get a drabble inspired by a random sentence)RNG led to the sentence âWho cares about others?â
This came out a little different than I expected. I kinda wanted to write things a little more explicitly, but decided to leave things so itâs more a matter of reading between the lines. Thanks for the prompt!
Wingul could be of two minds when it came to intimacy. The booster madethat clearer than in the past, but that dual manner was always present.
A cold shoulder after flirtations spoken under breath.
Kisses that bruised his neck enough to warrant wearing a high collarfor a few days.
Rolled eyes and a flat rejection at an evening invitation.
Fervid hands that pulled at his hair even as legs twisted around hiswaist.
Hot and cold. Yes, that was perhaps the best way to think of it.
He couldnât bring himself to be annoyed by his behavior. Any disappointmenthe might have felt over a spurned advance was usually paid back twofold, inmoans stifled behind bitten knuckles and eyes aglow in a way no one else waspermitted to see.
There were the rare moments where Wingul initiated in public. There werewarningsâlooks that lingered too long, emphasis that felt out of rhythm withthe rest of the discussion. It was all he could do not to end meetings earlywhen he recognized the signs; regardless of whatever was going on between them,the country came first.
When they sat behind the throne room divider screen, with Wingulstraddling his lap and smirking like a plan had come together perfectly, it wasdifficult to see things that way. When he woke up some mornings to find Wingulstill curled in his embrace, having opted to stay rather than get ready forwork, it was difficult to argue some compromises were not being made.
Hot and cold. Heart and mind. Wingul could be defined by extremes.
