[ Maybe one day, Romance will tell Mystery his real name - if he can drag it out of the dregs of his memory, anyway. At any rate, Romance is fine, it's what he's gone by for so long it's almost more comfortable than what he used to be called.
His smile spreads, tipping his face into Mystery's hand, turning to brush his lips over his palms, his fingertips. ]
Good.
[ A kiss turns into a nip of his thumb before he speaks again. ]
[and maybe one day, mystery will figure out a name for himself to give romance in return, because he certainly doesn't remember the one he had when he was still human. it would be nice though, calling each other by something normal, but for as long as they've had these names, they might as well be that. they're definitely probably more comfortable.
he holds his hand steady as romance kisses his palm and fingertips, a soft sigh passing his lips when he nips his thumb, his head nodding with agreement.
then romance is saying he wants to see his patterns. it makes him give pause, if only for a minute, though he does eventually let them show, the markings spreading across his skin like ink on paper. they come as naturally as breathing and when he reopens his eyes, they're brilliantly gold, only softened by the affection he has for romance.]
I want to see yours, too. [it's only fair, right? the two of them being themselves around one another.]
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His smile spreads, tipping his face into Mystery's hand, turning to brush his lips over his palms, his fingertips. ]
Good.
[ A kiss turns into a nip of his thumb before he speaks again. ]
Let me see your lovely patterns, my darling.
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he holds his hand steady as romance kisses his palm and fingertips, a soft sigh passing his lips when he nips his thumb, his head nodding with agreement.
then romance is saying he wants to see his patterns. it makes him give pause, if only for a minute, though he does eventually let them show, the markings spreading across his skin like ink on paper. they come as naturally as breathing and when he reopens his eyes, they're brilliantly gold, only softened by the affection he has for romance.]
I want to see yours, too. [it's only fair, right? the two of them being themselves around one another.]