Ꮚ — @frostveiled | cont.
Grinning, Uriel lets out a contended sigh as he rests his head against the princes chest. Wrathion always radiated heat while Uriel had been the complete opposite. Ever since he’d died, he had known nothing but the unforgiving relentlessness of the cold. It was a nice change, laying there against him, reveling in the warm feeling both his physical form caused as well as the emotional one. As cocky as Wrathion was, Uriel found him to be endearing. Charming in his own special way. Maybe he was simply the hopeless romantic type but his love for his boyfriend could do nothing but grow.
“Of course.” He replied, leaning up to place a kiss on the other’s chin. “I’ll say it until my true death. Even if you’re kind of a dork.” He teased, smirking up at his lover.
＊｡･ﾟﾟ･ They were the very definition of fire and ice. Wrathion being the quick-tempered, fire breathing, black dragon that he was and Uriel was quite the opposite with his cool skin and calm demeanor. He supposed the cliche that opposites attracted was what drew him to the Death Knight. And although he may not have said it much in their time together, or at all, in fact, his grip around his partner tightened the moment that he mentioned his death and a taloned hand gripped his chin so that he may look the Blood Elf in the eye with no distractions.
"We'll watch this world go up in flames, you and I. There won't be a true death for you." ･ﾟﾟ･｡＊