@p0ssess / ❛ 22 . a kiss on the forehead . / means messing w/ kingo
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 and craves rest , limbs still thrum from use and the heart clatters on . the battle is won , but adrenaline insists on its continual pounding of the heart against tender ribs . his injuries do not warrant ajak’s healing hand , he had denied her with a thankful smile ; others deserve her energy more . unleashing a loud groan of contentment , kingo’s head meets an awaiting plum velveteen cushion . there is a moment of quiet , when only the low CHATTER of equally weary eternals works to whisk the warrior into a gradual slumber.
the peace , of course , is short lived . he is disturbed by a kiss to his brow ; loud and uncomfortable with excessive force . he knows who it is .
❝ if that’s a thank you for saving your ass back there , ❞ eyes open , and kingo lazily grins when his suspicions are confirmed , ❝ then you’re welcome , druig . ❞