#miortel

[guileheart]

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                                      ❛   no . it no longer matters .    ❜      

IT NO LONGER MATTERS how often she thinks of those days . how every so often they creep into her dreams & she wakes up with tears down her chin .

                                   ❛   we will never return to those days .   ❜      

[ruinlance]

𝑸.                        𝐌𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥.

gives him a very soft kissy on the lips >_>

It was so innocent, and pure, and unlike anything he has seen his hands do. It was startling, and it scared him, and there was something that made it hurt in spite of. Maybe it was because this felt so different than what he was used to, haphazard kisses, teeth tugging his lips, words whispers against the wet of his lips that blurred with every voice he has felt against his skin— this was gentle, this was genuine. Sylvain can’t shake the feeling of having felt Dimitri’s lips tremble against his and kissing him like they were so new to this, and maybe the crown prince of  Faerghus was, but he wasn’t. He knew what kisses meant at this point. He knew that when  somebody wanted more of him, they’d keep going, they’d touch him, they wanted more of what Sylvain had to offer so they drank up every bit of poison he’d bleed into them and he’d feed, and feed, until they drowned in it and saw him for what the rumors spoke of him, until they saw the flames that Sylvain would light and burn himself in to prove a point to someone and anything. Dimitri was different. Dimitri knew him. His hands shied from touching him. His lips pulled away from his own. Dimitri held restraint because he knew and it was scarier than anything. 

After restlessly searching Dimitri’s face, Sylvain lets out an exasperated chuckle, letting their foreheads touch. “ And who taught you that one, huh? ”

He wasn’t scared of the closeness, the intimacy, of him. “ Well, whoever did, I’d like it if maybe you.. Showed me a little more of what you got. ” He was scared knowing that this is what love felt like. “ In return... ” Sylvain palms over Dimitri’s hip. “ I’ll show you a thing or two of what I know... Deal? ”  He didn’t want to ruin this. Not this.

[ashenvaliant]

do you think my hair is getting too long?

“Too long? Hmm...” It was quiet. Yuri didn’t hesitate to reach, his index finger and thumb gently squeezing a strand of Dimitri’s hair, movement nimble and taken with care and consideration, despite their confidence alluding otherwise. Closing the proximity of their space felt different when it was anything other than holding a knife to someone’s throat. As confident as Yuri appeared, it was different when newly blossoming feelings of care were creeping up. Although Yuri didn’t exactly hide the fact that he’d become friendlier with His Highness, nor was this too much of a bold move as it would have been prior to events. 

Yuri was appreciative of their time now, spent in a peace that felt earned, a book in hand with candlelight. Even if this moment of peace was temporary, Yuri was going to be as self-indulgent as he could. After a moment, he lets Dimitri’s strand of hair fall back into place, the corner’s of their lips upturning more.

“It certainly has grown quite a bit, hasn’t it?” He said. “Why, don’t you like it? I think it suits you.” Now that Dimitri had pointed it out, Yuri did see a difference. In all honesty, it was nice.

“It frames your face quite nicely. Very handsome.” Yuri knew Dimitri wasn’t dishing for any compliments, which is exactly why he was giving them, shameless as always in their strong delivery. “Of course, it’s up to you. Do you really care about my opinion that much?”