[ Bullying. That's evidently what does it. The bulldozing into his room, manhandling him, throwing him like a sack of potatoes, slapping his ass kind of bullying.
Ruining him helps, too.
Romance still isn’t entirely sure how to act right now, mostly because this isn’t something people usually do with him. As a matter of fact, it's usually Romance that bolts before the first rays of light can stream through a cracked window. He's a lure, a creature used by Gwi-Ma to steal souls, molded to perfection over the centuries by their dear king. He's sent in, does what needs to be done, and he leaves. Romance, for all that his name suggests, is not actually that well versed in real romance.
But Abby stayed. He stayed because Romance asked him to, because he wanted to, and now...
Now Abby is still here,
Towering over him in the soft half-light, heavy and warm and kissing him like they didn’t just tear the bed apart last night, surrounded by ruined blankets and the lingering scent of sex.
Romance’s breath catches when Abby kisses him, the sound embarrassingly small. His fingers slide up the thick column of Abby’s neck to rest just under his chin, thumb brushing once against his jaw. ]
I'm glad you stayed. [ His fingers curl just a little tighter under Abby’s chin, guiding him closer, like he needs one more kiss to believe it's real. ]
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Ruining him helps, too.
Romance still isn’t entirely sure how to act right now, mostly because this isn’t something people usually do with him. As a matter of fact, it's usually Romance that bolts before the first rays of light can stream through a cracked window. He's a lure, a creature used by Gwi-Ma to steal souls, molded to perfection over the centuries by their dear king. He's sent in, does what needs to be done, and he leaves. Romance, for all that his name suggests, is not actually that well versed in real romance.
But Abby stayed. He stayed because Romance asked him to, because he wanted to, and now...
Now Abby is still here,
Towering over him in the soft half-light, heavy and warm and kissing him like they didn’t just tear the bed apart last night, surrounded by ruined blankets and the lingering scent of sex.
Romance’s breath catches when Abby kisses him, the sound embarrassingly small. His fingers slide up the thick column of Abby’s neck to rest just under his chin, thumb brushing once against his jaw. ]
I'm glad you stayed. [ His fingers curl just a little tighter under Abby’s chin, guiding him closer, like he needs one more kiss to believe it's real. ]