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“ Do you trust me ? “

How bad are his eyes exactly at this point, the Watcher wonders, after silently entering the room without even knocking, seeing his Lord rest on the bed. An unexpected visit from his side at this time of the day, specially with all the extra work he now had to do with their Alpha turning blind. He would not tell why he came, wanted to keep it a secret for as long as could.

“ If there was something I wanted to do, would you let me? Even if it would hurt ? “

[snowy-feather]

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In his hands.

At last, that little treasure was now in his little hands. It belonged to him! a devilry act only guided by his instinct. It had not been the product of evil but the little one who had suffered such robbery had no way of knowing that.

The screams had no effect on his gait; his feet carried him hurriedly. He knew where to find shelter for the little boy had done so before. Few souls dared to enter in that place, of course outside the duty of every Sundays, that imposing marble monolith, dedicated to faith.

Upon entering, a big smile was born from his lips. Now he could dedicate himself to admire his new acquisition. Eyes shone with astonishment as he examined the delicate petals. How long his attention would be on this object would be a mystery. Maybe soon he would tire of it, when he found a new treasure to take.

[vilsevind]

Boys with glasses~ based on the chat of past day ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Busy boss @sonoftheabyss​

Intellectual overseer @moonsought​

(c) do not steal

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He is barely able to move in the morning; muscles aching. For some reason he felt really sore, not even his eyes wanting to open as they every morning did. Instead his jaw tensed a split-second before his mouth opened for a silent yawn. Hœnir did not want to get up at all from the bed that he still and always would have trouble sleeping in with his long legs. How many times had he come exactly. 3? 4? Enough and somehow not, he thinks, as he shifts more towards the warm emitted from the Cinder Lord. He could not remember ever being this exhausted afterwards. Either it had been well needed, or he too was slowly getting old.

[moonsought-a-blog]

He just remembered that his soon-to-be spouse crawled out of an abyss-infested womb.

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Right behind he came to a halt making use of them not wearing their helmet when not on the hunt; leaned in close to the Alpha’s pure white hair almost reaching the winter strands with the tip of his nose. Leaving just a tiny space between the two of them he resumed sniffing; inhaled his scent; stilled canine senses wanting to take in the smell of the man holding all his devotion. It was not until his nostrils were filled to the brim with the essence of the Cinder Lord that he slowly backed away again, only to tilt his head to the side enough to cast a daring glimpse over the other male’s shoulder. Surely he had noticed him.

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Only slowly his eyes open. Awoken by the faint cold slowy creeping around him despite being enveloved by a blanket. A few times he has to blink to shake off the weight trying to keep his eyes shut, only to be greeted by white. Warm white he slowly shifted closer to. It was not until the man pressed his cheek against for him to be able to tell whether it was hair or skin of the person lying next to him. Not that he preferred one over the other.

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Hœnir stood dumbfounded, staring — left speechless at what it had been he had heard. Only a moment later he noticed how the sheer weight of those words had made his jaw drop. The taller Watcher just stood ther with his mouth open, with an expression plastered all over his face which even he would not recognize. He could not tell what it was that he felt. A bit of shock. A bit of surprise. Frustration, maybe, given he had tried to explain and tried to prevent exactly this. Because it was not right, it was not fair.

It was not fair. It was not right. He did not love him. He would hurt him. He would make him unhappy. Why marry? Why bond when he could not keep the promises expected of him. Why make himself knowingly suffer speaking words he knew he would regret.

A second; A silent exhale. The next moment the taller man ceased in height as he dropped onto a single knee. He could not believe it himself, felt more as though in some ridiculous dream. Asleep. His mind would not work no matter how hard he tried. The movement instincively, following the order directed at him like he always had done and always would do. It was in his blood. At this point it really did not matter no more if he wanted this or not. It was an order. He’d obey. Felt like his entire body temperature was fleeting. For the first time he was hesitating and it made him sick; nausea-stricken.

If he ever was to defy his Lord this would be it. The one and only moment. Not for his own sake but for his. You cannot marry him you can’t, he thought. This is going too far.

Don’t let him slip into his own ruin.

—but he is not saying a word, is not making a sound. Is not even looking at him, kneeling there with a stare blank and absent, as if looking right through the man right before him. There was worry now adorning his features, joined by abhorrence. He disgusts himself. 

The own gauntlet allowed the smaller to rest in its palm. He is not even visibly trembling. Hœnir swore that he did. Would he expect him to be the wife? Or would they be equal as husband and husband. He thinks about a way to seal the bond with no ring on him that he could offer. Instead he tightens the grip on the gauntlet of the other, before placing its back against his lips — placing on it a tender kiss.