❛ hey, ya got a little somethin' on your… hold on, i got it. ❜ [/&& in he swoops to steal a kiss from exalt's lips—soft, but passionate, in spite of how short-lived it was. he pulls away as soon as the deed is done, tongue of his licking his own lips, succeeded by his signature smug look.] ❛ yep, looks like they're sweeter than sugar! ❜
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he raises a brow at his words, chrom was usually very clean on his clothing, he made sure to ( always ) clean himself after anything he did, making sure he kept the appearance he was supposed to keep. but the thief had always had a more sharper eye than him, eyes that managed to entrance him the moment their gazes interlocks like electricity through his veins, making him feel more alive, more in love.
but perhaps he was too in love, too stuck in the trance that gaius made him feel, how happy he felt when the thief was around, he felt safe in the arms of someone who won’t judge him, yet despite the flowers && butterflies on his stomach, he listens, enjoying every melodic sound from his mouth. how rhapsodic he felt every time anything came from his mouth, it made his eyes resplendent with admiration && desire, to say the least.
he can only lack a reaction as he is taken aback by the man’s action. his face flushes with a bright crimson as not embarrassment, but rather more than he was pleased, a pleasant move. he wants to pull closer, to feel his smell from closer, to feel gaius against him, his own taller frame against the thief’s. to feel the mere warmth of the man in front of him. to fit on the man’s chest like a puzzle piece, someone he fits with too much, someone he will have at his side.
it’s the look that hits him hard, the smug look he fell so harshly for, the man he would consider a stranger one day, and his soulmate the other. he was too in love, the man could ask him to do anything, and chrom would follow. chrom perhaps sometimes felt lonely, thinking about the future, but no longer, now that he was with gaius, the loneliness melted away, just like chrom when he was around the sweets thief that managed to steal his golden heart. a heart that people thought was impossible to gain, he was royalty, someone untouchable, up in a pedestal bound by his blood && his looks. but gaius treats him as an equal, he doesn’t hold back, he isn’t more gentle, he teases him with no mercy, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. maybe it’s that aura of dominance that keeps him so riled up, so charmed. so in love. he doesn’t hesitate on the kiss, he enjoys it despite how fleeting it seemed to be, how quick && passing it was. he makes sure to enjoy it,
❛ but you’re… ❜ he doesn’t hesitate, but rather, he keeps silent && trails off in order to create tension as he walks the man and places his arms around the thief, making sure the eyes that charmed chrom were on the blue haired man. he wanted his full attention, maybe he would be called selfish, possessive, clingy even. but he was ( lovestruck ), he couldn’t help his actions, it made chrom’s mind go places he didn’t know existed before, making sure he could examine every part of his face, his smirk, noticing the little movements, how brightly the thief’s eyes seemed to shine, how they were reflective and simply stunning to his eyes, his eyes only. his half-lidded eyes && smirk on his own mouth were getting closer to the thief, making sure he invoked some sort of presence on the thief, chrom, usually someone so reserved yet still loving, would hold no restrains when he was alone with the man he is in love with. far too in love, a heartache was his life when gaius was not at his side. yet, he continued to examine, examine his eyes, his face, his visage, his smirk, he could go on, but when he’s facing the man, when he is so close where he can smell the man’s scent, and feel a heated breath, he finally continues his sentence, sounding more dominant for once.
❛ you’re the sweetest. ❜
he doesn’t just steal a kiss, he makes it passionate, slow, making sure it lasts for a while as he pulls the thief closer to his body, it looked akin as a hug, but it was much more, it meant so much more, closeness for him was extremely important, he felt safe, he felt as if years and years could pass, and he would still fall head over heels for gaius, those small gestures, that posture, that grin that always seemed to adorn his perfect visage. in chrom’s eyes, the flaws were nothing compared to how the man made him feel, love, love, love. he could say it a thousand times, and all of those would be for him only. sadly, gaius had become his sun and sky, his night and the stars, in a world without war, without war. yes, that is the world he dreams to rule alongside gaius, a world that he wishes he could’ve fallen in love, a more peaceful one. a world where he could wake up with the thief at his side, not one where he can see his smile one day, and not see it ever again the day after. death, sometimes he has never grown used to, he damned attachment, he fell in love. he wasn’t willing to lose gaius, he wasn’t.
❛ yeah, you’re sweet. ❜ && a whisper, small, breathless as he tried to regain his breath back, a successful attempt at getting even closer to the thief’s ear, he was very close, teasing, as if the places of prey and hunter had been switched for once, just for once, chrom is quite a fan of his attitude, the posture that the man gives off, the attitude the man always keep, he loves it too much, enough that he’s embarrassed to admit it, he has fallen too hard in love for gaius, despite with his fear of attachment. fearful or not, he kept his mouth close to his ear, enough for his sheer breathing to make gaius shiver. perhaps too much fun, but he didn’t care, he can only give sickly sweet words && a teasing smirk as he speaks something so unusual for chrom. ❛ tasty too, hm ? ❜
the sudden appearance of his son catches saizo by surprise. he specifically remembers telling gurei to stay behind lest he gets swept into the battle. the slightest selfishness saizo allows himself tells him the boy is not yet ready, he’s too young. ‘i began younger,’ saizo wars with himself, but gurei is not saizo. he shakes his head, fingers massaging his temples - this is not the time to be suffering a family crisis!
and what the hell did gurei do to his hair? ( ‘why orange?’ ). what is he wearing? ( ‘that is not the garb of a proper ninja’ ). slack-jawed and blatantly staring at the young man, saizo stabs the approaching faceless without so much a second look. “gurei,” he growls, hands clenching into tight fists as he steps over the corpse, marching towards the young man and gripping him by the collar. he presses him against the trunk of a tree, grip unrelenting as he seethes at him, brows knit tight together in fury.
cautious hands skirt around the stem protruding from the “ treat “ , careful not to let her nails touch the hard lacquer formed in what seemed to be a bear. among wyrm blood &. frog guts, this sugar coating seemed to endanger her manicure the most.
her nostrils flared, taking it’s god - awful scent into her sensory. ‘ urk ---- i’d rather drink lobalug venom. ‘ her monotonous tone breaks for a moment , an incredulous expression on her face. ‘ this would make for a great poison. ‘ / @sugarstolen
❛ your clothes look much better when they're on your bedroom floor, blue. might wanna keep it that way when i'm around! ❜
@sugarstolen !
“ i - is that so ? ” he smiles, in a attempt to look smug, a attempt that doesn’t seem to result in much, as a blush appears ever so quickly, giving his cheeks a tinted and red color. contrasting with his blue colored hair. “ well, i wouldn’t mind -- as long as you did the same. ” a hint of a smirk was drawn across his features as he spoke. it would be unfair if only his garments were discarded. was it selfish to ask for that ? perhaps so. but he was so smitten with a toxine that spread across his veins, a virus that threatened his eyes to only lock upon one person, only one, a virus named love, and a man named gaius. “ i was feeling rather sleepy, would you accompany me, hm ?~ ”
