#worm thinks

[yourwormfriend]

What would Rise Raph do?

Knit

Crochet

Sew

All of the above

something else

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Voting ended onApr 30, 2024

[worm-waltz]

klaus stood on the balcony, smoking, looking into the forest beyond the Schloss’ grounds.

a blizzard was raging, and some concert was playing in the room behind him. he wouldn’t know, but knowing dorian, he would guess beethoven.

he felt quite content.

it was the first winter season for them as a couple.

dorian approached, and klaus turned to see him. long red fur coat, though purely decorative, hair braided on his left shoulder.

the golden ring that klaus gave him to commemorate their union, on its place.

no, he felt more than just content.

his lover approached, hugged him from behind, and stole his cigarette, dropping it onto the ashtray after. then, he kissed klaus’ cheek.

this morning, klaus was sure he would be plagued by anxieties for probably the rest of their time together. now, he discovered that it wasn’t the case, and it was surprising and warm and beautiful.

he held dorian’s hand on the way back to the room, and then put the other on his waist.

the music was wrong, but the dance surely felt right.

[yourwormfriend]

Guys would Rise Leo listen to

I think yes

Also really good song 😌

[worm-waltz]

the bedroom was dark and silent. dorian could hear klaus’ breath — but not his heartbeat.

klaus was wearing his pajamas. he got up and showered and dressed after they made love, but dorian didn’t. klaus didn’t seem to mind — or care.

dorian’s feet were cold.

his hands only weren’t because he was holding one of klaus’ in them, close to his face, but not touching.

he wondered how many weeks did he have before klaus left him.

of course dorian was always afraid of losing klaus, the love of his life, the most beautiful tank, but in the beginning he was convinced he would lose him to his enemies, not to — whatever he felt towards dorian now. was klaus bored? did he lose interest? did dorian do something wrong? did klaus decide that he was straight after all?

dorian didn’t think he would ever know the answer. he simply held his lover’s hand, looked at his face, trying to smile away the tears threatening to fall.

maybe he should be the one to leave. to keep his dignity. to break his heart himself, not have it broken.

he should at least shower now.

dorian kissed klaus’ hand — peppered it with small soft kisses — before putting in on the pillow and leaving the room.

[yourwormfriend]

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[worm-waltz]

could you write something klaudori where dorian wakes up on his birthday and klaus isn't there, and he's surprised with breakfast or a kiss? luv 😚🌹🐗

the first thing dorian became aware of were tiny motes of dust glittering in a wide sunbeam. the second was the mahogany dresser behind it, the third — the faint smell of tobacco smoke.

the fourth was the absence of klaus beside him.

the fifth — today was july 28th.

today was july 28th and klaus wasn’t there when he woke up.

they’ve discussed this. they’ve discussed this four times. klaus had taken a day off, and dorian made sure, two months in advance, that no big cold war business would surface until the middle of august at least. probably even longer — it was misha’s daughter’s birthday after that.

and now he was away.

he smoked here. he bathed and dressed next door, and he dried his hair. and then he left, and dorian didn’t get as little as a goodbye kiss.

he looked around.

no present, even. no note.

dorian was abandoned on his own birthday.

his first urge was to bite his lip and leave, too. his second — to cry, third — to start plotting revenge.

he had only developed his plan until the ‘replace tyrian with a nude woman’ stage when the door opened.

there were smells. bread, milk, chocolate, all at once, and roses.

dorian turned his head to see his beloved, holding a giant tray filled with foods.

there was a bouquet on it, too, and a small box.

dorian jumped out of the bed to take the tray from klaus, and then to take klaus’ lips in a kiss.

there was a pair of long ruby and gold earrings in the box.