Charles sneaks up behind Nixon and hugged him from behind, intertwining his fingers with his as he nuzzled his face in the crook of his neck. “ I want ice cream and the screams of the innocent. “ {existential-mxdmxn}
“ do you, now ? “ nixon’s tone was soft, a delicate contradiction to his typical oh-so cold attitude. the surgeon allowed a gentle touch to charles’ hands, thin fingers painting circles around the backs as if they were his canvas. how odd it was, as nixon had never considered himself an artist. nixon offered a grin and even a quiet chuckle, humming in his throat. “ and i thought i was unethical, dearest. ~ “
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