DIVINITY.

  Your eyes tormented night stars.

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And yet that very outlook is what kept him going —— to give and to give, and to flourish off other’s happiness. To blossom smiles unto those who are more granted shall be his purpose, only and truly. His blatant disregard for that statement speaks more volumes than any pathetically uttered circumvent.

He’ll think on this later, in the nights where thoughts creep onto him and hiss into his ears till dawn rises. Till then and only then, he’ll amuse the affections at hand, swallowing the ill-fitting emotions and letting their cinders wither to ash in his gut. With each kiss, his smile grows. So much so that it speaks through his words, sees through his eyes, moves with his body.

` Pinky promise. ’  He says with slight amusement humoring his syllables. A pinky hooks around theirs and shakes. Kamui finds a new home nestled by his side, all too willing to accept every crumb of their adoration and leaning into it. The compliments are the hardest to accept, and they almost well his eyes to the brim. He blinks them away and sighs the feeling out.

` Grimnir. ’  He almost purrs like a domesticated cat.  ` You may —— always. All of me. . Belongs to you. ’  His heart falls out his tongue. ` Need you even ask? ’  As if it wasn’t so obvious, how he fell into him so effortlessly, how the muscles in his body malleable like putty in their hands —— moon sand, butterfly dust, he molded into Grimnir’s fingers and shaped with them. He silently allows him to do with him as he pleases.

This kindness is rare, and Grimnir considers himself very fortunate. Looking at Kamui’s face alone, hearing his words, brings tears to Grimnir’s eyes. To have something stable, a promise that only the two of them can share. He feels like the luckiest God alive. Grimnir holds Kamui’s hands in his own, bringing them up and nuzzling his cheek against them, as if to have them wipe his tears for him. “Kamui,” he says, a slight hiccup in his voice, chuckling and smiling, “really ? Your kindness knows no bounds. I want to be able to grant all your wishes! You can count on me, alright?” He looks at them earnestly, his tone giddy and swelled with boundless love and adoration. Ah, Kamui feels so nice against him, their hands delicate in his. He’s never met anyone else before so tempting to kiss.

He gives another peck, reaching to kiss under their eye, something subtle, small and soft. He’s brimming with love, and he intends to pour it out, no hesitation. Then, he lets go of their hands to bring Kamui to them, taking their shoulders and giving another embrace, arms wrapping around their frame, face burying into the softness of their hair, inhaling their scent and swallowing their sweetness. Silence falls between them, and Grimnir’s movements are slow and gentle, lips pressing to their hair, then lower, and lower, falling to their cheek, then their jaw, and into their neck again. This time, there’s more time spent in one place. His kisses are slow and soft. He chuckles. “Then you are mine, right? My Kamui? Only mine?” His voice is but a squeak, audible for only Kamui to hear. “Can I call you my own? Show you off? I want you as mine... my cute Kamui.” He’s pressing more kisses whilst asking for the reassurance. 

“I promise to take very good care of you. Who else but me can do so? I am perfect, aren’t I?” More kisses and his grip onto the prince tightens even more so. He’s showering them with affection, their kisses like rain and voice like thunder, exhuming the power of the Gods and allowing his wind’s current to course through him, his fingers tingly with every single touch. He begins to kiss lower. “I can do this, right? With you.” He wants to exchange gifts, to give and give to Kamui, this prince who is otherwise so selfless. “I want you to only sing my name, Kamui.”

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His vocal range varies. From hitches of breaths, to airy laughter, to his smile pouring through each ounce of mirth bubbling from his heart. Everywhere and everything was ticklish and educed a noise —— his body squirmed, churned with the hilarity, rocked with the rhythm of kisses and lips brushing him in feather vanes.

` So long as you love me, ’  fingers curl around their arm, sliding their gauntlet to cup his cheek and he nestling into it, armor peculiarly warm (or maybe, he felt his own heat reflected back unto him),  ` i’ll gladly pay my dues. ’ Leftover laughs caught in his neck breathe out. 

Contemptible; praise sears the very heartstrings that pulse his admiration. He swallows the hot pool of guilt until it bubbles in his gut, weakens his will, eyes sliding shut to hide from their eyes.

` You give me  . . simply too much. To let your benevolence go unrewarded. . ’  He smiles.  ` I cannot allow that.  ’  He’d kiss their palm were it not guarded. He’d kiss them everywhere were it appropriate. The air in his voice was ethereal. Benign minimalism with his infatuation, shown in simple words and simpler actions. ` Honored. . Don’t you think that should be me? After all . . I’m no warrior such as you. To hold me to such high esteem. . Is insulting to you, no? ’  Recognize your worth more, and devour me as a result.  ` Eheh. . my singing’s nothing noteworthy . . But i’ll smile for you. Always. ’

“Not insulting, not at all ! That outlook in life is going to get you nowhere.” His honesty is innocent and clear, if not a bit brash at times, but Grimnir remains oblivious. He sits with a huge smile plastered onto his face,  both hands now supporting himself, nestled in between his legs as they swing, leaning into Kamui’s touches more and more. He feels like some sort of prince with this sort of adoration----It’s addicting.  “For every single kiss you give me, I’ll give two more back.” And so he proceeds, one kiss to Kamui’s left cheek, and the other to their right, hands lifting to hold onto their arms once again, fingers digging slightly. “This is my love to you, Kamui.  So long as you’ll have me... you will, won’t you? Pinky promise ?” He’s lifting his finger, mimicking what he’s seen other people do, the earnestness and desperation as clear as day in his eyes, pools of crystal, completely transparent, like every other aspect of him. Even if he were giggling, his love and adoration are as right as the hanging sun.

“Sing and smile for me, Kamui. I shall do the same.” He sits like a trophy on a shelf, smile smug and eyes gleaming, holding a thousand futures, all with Kamui. He lifts Kamui’s hands to kiss the back of them,  like a knight to a prince, that is, perhaps, what he’s aspiring to be. A God to a dragon prince otherwise. There’s not much of a difference, Grimnir thinks. No, it all feels so simple, so intricate and charming, as though Kamui is this jewel that he intends to keep, all for himself. He’s already kissing into Kamui’s hair, unable to help himself from nuzzling at the sheer softness of it. “You’re so adorable, and so is your voice, your eyes, your hair...” fingers prick at Kamui’s spiked ends, giving soft tugs. “I want this for myself. May I have you?”

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                          The howling winds shall devour you...

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“Ehh ? You really think so?” How flattering, how superb. Grimnir never shies away from a compliment, especially when unprompted. He can’t help but grin smugly, another laugh escaping his lips which raises a few octaves from the last, sounding almost like a hiccup. It’s evident he’s enjoying himself with how much he’s laughed so far, indulging his time with Kamui, someone who managed to grab his attention almost immediately. Perhaps he is slacking ... but this is still productivity, right? He’s tucking himself into Kamui more in return, arms wrapping around their shoulders in an almost smothering embrace. Perhaps Grimnir is a little clingy, but what else can you expect from someone with such an isolating job. He seems to let himself loose completely in Kamui’s company, finding their own laugh and smile to be as equally contagious. He’s hoping Kamui doesn’t mind him asking for more kisses.

“Then here’s a little gift to you in return,” comes a sudden whisper, his breath also meeting Kamui’s skin, pressing his own little kisses into their neck, followed by a series of more chuckles and giggles. His chest does leaps when he hears Kamui’s laugh in unison with his own. “And here, and here ~” He’s mimicking Kamui’s patterns, tucking them closer to kiss along their jaw from the crook of their neck. Their skin is hot. “You sound even cuter, I must admit !” Grimnir says. “Adorable---for someone like yourself. Hehe ... I feel honored.” But he’s also deserving of this attention, of course! Consider it compensation. He threads both hands through Kamui’s hair, pushing back their bangs to get a better look at their face.

“I hope you can sing and smile for me some more, Kamui.”

@dicyde 

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“Ah ! An affectionate kiss on the cheek? I’ll admit, I am perhaps a bit startled to your sudden change of actions, my dear comrade! But I don’t mind it.” He follows on with a whisper, his words ushered and huddled together, a slight pink haze reaching his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

       “And, I wouldn’t be opposed to another, if that’s what you so wish.”

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Precious boy GuRIIIMINURU

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this was for the gbf tarot project on twitter! my son grimnir, ace of swords… he’s not playable yet but q wq eventually!