( he learned a trick for this, you see, back during cocktail roulette. kirma's head lifts so he can chase after esi, one hand cupping his cheek in order to pull him into a kiss. the taste of the cocktail is a strong one and his ears flick back and forth, but he doesn't pull away; his tongue slips in to his mouth, chasing the hints of sweetness leftover from the fruity monstrosity he'd been sipping at, earlier. smorch.
the thing that sticks out the most to him is how quickly things change. not just here, in the peacock— every lifetime feels as though it drags on until the point they finally meet again, wherein they promptly collide in a whirlwind of violence and blood for the second, two, three it takes for them to have to start all over again. in this one, they've hardly known each other, have nearly spent more time together in this gilded cage (lol) than back home, and yet— here he is, shoving his tongue down the crown prince's throat like it's just another tuesday. it's inexplicable.
maybe that's why the only thing they can ever think to do is die at each other's hands.
when their lips finally part, kirma stays close. there's also like, no hiding a sweatpants boner so... sorryyyyyy 🙈 )
Stay for two.
( he won't actually have the choice, but maybe it'll go over easier if he thinks he had some agreement in it. )
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( he learned a trick for this, you see, back during cocktail roulette. kirma's head lifts so he can chase after esi, one hand cupping his cheek in order to pull him into a kiss. the taste of the cocktail is a strong one and his ears flick back and forth, but he doesn't pull away; his tongue slips in to his mouth, chasing the hints of sweetness leftover from the fruity monstrosity he'd been sipping at, earlier. smorch.
the thing that sticks out the most to him is how quickly things change. not just here, in the peacock— every lifetime feels as though it drags on until the point they finally meet again, wherein they promptly collide in a whirlwind of violence and blood for the second, two, three it takes for them to have to start all over again. in this one, they've hardly known each other, have nearly spent more time together in this gilded cage (lol) than back home, and yet— here he is, shoving his tongue down the crown prince's throat like it's just another tuesday. it's inexplicable.
maybe that's why the only thing they can ever think to do is die at each other's hands.
when their lips finally part, kirma stays close. there's also like, no hiding a sweatpants boner so... sorryyyyyy 🙈 )
Stay for two.
( he won't actually have the choice, but maybe it'll go over easier if he thinks he had some agreement in it. )