feeling warmer now ? do you want
me to crank the heat up some mo-
re ? (antennae vibrate, the smallest
wave flickering in between them, a
gentle *️𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤, when his eyes meet
alastor’s.)
(happy buzzing, his screen lighting
up 𖬺͟𖬺͟ then dimming again, leaving
a small patch of cyan on his digi-
tal cheeks.) i love it when you call
me 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, (vox whispers, glancing do-
wn at the deer.) are you
oh, i’d remember, *️𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕,
(his voice is low, almost perfect-
ly calibrated as not to startle the
other with too much abruptness.
he kisses the tips of his ears,
inhales his familiar scent, and
motions, claws slightly scratching
the surface, willing to soothe the
other to sleep.) fifty-one years
since we’ve done 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, (he whis-
pers; a relieved breath follows his
words, chest swelling with affection.)
(the smallest of smiles tugs at
the corner of his lips. alastor
practically melts into his embra-
ce, and vox takes advantage of
the situation to run his fingers
through the fur covering his ears.
slow, circle
(upon alastor’s words, vox immedia-
tely turns up his internal tempera-
ture, just to accomodate the other’s
needs. a soft smile when the deer
snuggles closer, something he does
not mention. god, how he’d missed
he was another knife i could feel it. a different sort, but a knife still. i did not care. i thought: give me the blade. some things are worth spilling blood for.
well, you need to rest, (blanket is
wrapped tightly around them, 𖬺͟𖬺͟
the tv is pushing himself up just
a little so that his screen lays ri-
ght next to alastor’s face.) are you
too cold ? too hot ?
ya sick ? (the question is posed softly,
akin to a whisper, while a small kiss
is placed in the middle of his chest.
he had made sure to shut the win-
dows before crawling into bed with
the other ⎯⎯⎯ that
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seems the radio demon has caught
the flu .ᐟ chesty coughs from beneath
at least four blankets ⎯⎯⎯ only the
fluffy tips of ears visible.
disturb him at your own peril .ᐟ
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