▤ = falling asleep on them .⇕ = holding their hand .
It was late in the afternoon as dusk began to fall over their heads, The young mage and his teacher decides to have some rest from the harsh training and went to sit under a shadow of a big tree. Roy laid his back ageist the trunk closing his eyes, after a few moments the young redhaired mage open his eyes gazing to the side seeing Tormod head resting on his shoulder while his hand been held gently by him. Roy replied by squeezing the other’s hand gently closing his eyes and went back to rest.
✣Vulkan smiled at the nickname Len had slung at him. Although he was sure it was more of an insult than an endearing compliment.
✣As the hand made contact with his face, he frowned only slightly. With a quick maneuver, he grabbed Len’s hand and kept him from going any further in the shop. He placed a quick kiss on the other’s knuckles before he looked up at len with a sultry–if not comically so– stare.
✣【Anything Else ya want me ta kiss, ya cool drink a water?】 Even he thought adding that last bit was cheesy
Leden had to admit, he hadn’t expected Vulkan to react that way. He would give him credit, though; it was pretty smooth of the blacksmith. Vulkan was certainly well on his way to earning that kiss on the lips from Leden. Try as he might to scowl and act gruff and annoyed, his angry demeanor quickly shattered with Vulkan’s act. A wide grin split Leden’s lips, and he allowed a soft chuckle to escape them. Vulkan was winning.
“Yeah, I think I know what you can kiss,” Leden responded, not missing a single beat. “My ass.” He didn’t really mean it, of course, and that was quite apparent from his grin and the laughter in his voice. Vulkan had simply presented him with an opportunity, and Len wasn’t about to let it pass him by.
▲ four times my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did.
1.
Seth really only watched TV with another person around. There was nothing wrong with watching some show with a friend. It was more enjoyable, that way, Seth never watched TV alone. Even now, with some one else, he was barely watching TV.
Their thighs were touching. Comfortable, close. Vincent wasn’t warm, but Seth’s face was. It wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t wrong, but it felt... forbidden, somehow. He was close enough to lean into, push into the cushions and taste --
No, it was wrong.
2.
It had been mere seconds after, and he had already forgotten the joke. Instead, he flushed, fumbled to try and regain a conversation. There was something in the deep blue of Vincent’s eyes, something in the genuine grin Vincent granted him.
In a movie, it would be the moment where Vincent would catch him staring and point it out, and Seth’s only reply could be something extraordinarily cheesy if it wasn’t a kiss.
But Vincent didn’t point it out, and they didn’t kiss.
3.
He wasn’t used to living with some one, still. It didn’t help that they were nocturnal and he wasn’t. They met in the doorway, stuck until the other one moved. Vincent looked up at him, and Seth thought of the possibilities. He was a fool, it would be stupid, and besides, Vincent had moved out of the way already.
4.
It didn’t matter that he’d been in relationships before. They hadn’t been with another man, which meant they hadn’t been the same. Seth counted all the times he might have done something different with a girl, and he didn’t know if he should have felt bad about it. Finding Vincent sitting at the table, he would have taken his hand and kissed it before walking past and opening the fridge. Finding the vampire sifting through the pages of the magazine, he would have peered over his shoulder, whispered into or kissed his ear... He was distant, he didn’t know when would be a good time. It was high school all over again.
▲
Admittedly, it was the most embarrassing way to do it. In the early hours of the morning, when Vincent walked in the door, Seth could smell the blood. It was hard to ignore. These things got harder the closer it was to the Full Moon... He was staring before he realized it.
“ What? Got something on my face? ”
The answer was yes. There was still a bit of blood on Vincent’s lower lip. “ Ah, y-yeah, ” he replied, ignoring the ‘ Where? ’ that followed. Seth stood, closing the distance between them. Before he knew it, he’d leaned down to kiss the other.
It was gentle, though a bit forceful. His tongue left to lick at Vincent’s lower lip, he sucked on it before pulling away.
Absolutely embarrassing, especially how much he enjoyed it, including the irony taste left on his tongue. The vampire’s whole mouth probably tasted that way. In fact, he could smell it, since Vincent had left it open.
“ I, uh... Sorry. I get so weird, and... ” he muttered, trying to fix what he’d done. “ I’ll, I-I’ll ask next time. ” His face was so hot, and he moved his hand to the back of his head. Initially, he aimed to cover his face somehow but he still had more to say. It was going to be so smooth too, he had to do it.
“ So... May I? ”
❤ four times my muse says they don’t love yours, and the one time they admit it.
1.
The song was about a girl. It used the metaphor of Romeo and Juliet. He only sang it because Vincent asked for a song, and it had been stuck in his head. But it ended with such a cheesy line. ‘ Juliet, I love you. ’ It felt weird. Singing to strangers was different than singing to friends. Singing to friends who were... making you uncomfortable in strange ways was much more different. He lied. He said he forgot the lyrics. It was stupid.
2.
“ I’m going out again, please get some sleep, Sethward. ”
Neither of them really knew when Vincent had started announcing his departure. He didn’t do it every night, just when he said he needed it. Seth hadn’t slept in awhile. He figured Vincent hadn’t noticed, because he had stayed in his room only writing to fool his roommate into thinking he was asleep -- the pen would be too quiet to hear compared to the only other thing he’d do to pass time.
Seth opened his mouth to say ‘ I love you ’ but it came out as “ Be careful. ”
3.
The easiest way to get his feelings out was to put it on paper. Whether it was in a song, or letters never to be sent, Seth always wrote it down far before it would ever come out of his mouth, or become realized. Between song lyrics he wrote down to just try or see how they sounded on paper, were small to-do lists of things he wanted to remember. ‘ Wrap chords around last page ’ for example, or, scratched out heavily with an angry hand: ‘ tell Vincent I love appreciate him. ’
4.
His thumbs clicked out ‘ I love you ’ on the phone screen, but he never sent it. The first time always had to be in person, even if it were harder. That was how it was supposed to go.
❤
It was New Year’s, and that was the reason for the wine. Seth wasn’t much of a drinker, but because he could, and it was New Year’s, and he’d have company ( even if the company couldn’t drink ) so he felt he had to. Three glasses in, he was loosened up, but he was still in control. Just bold, just not as anxious.
There was something magical about keeping the TV on, only listening in for numbers. Vincent seemed impressed that there was such an event for it. The giant ball was reflected in his deep blue eyes, twinkling as it fell.
“ You know, you kiss on New Year’s, right? ”
“ I didn’t know that one. ” But he still smiled and gave that expectant look until Seth’s lips met his.
“ I love you. ” It was a whisper as he pulled away.
