"You should let yourself feel more often," he whispered, nuzzling against the other's cheek before moving to his lips, pressing a light and tender kiss there.
After pulling away, Kaspar rolled off of the other with a grin. "You look flustered, dear kitten~" he teased. --
it was.. good to get it off his chest, the fears tangled in a ball of anxiety in his chest, for some time.
one of many knots tied in his soul, years of repressing can do that to a man.
winces slightly to the, a bit too loud statement from the other, the praise โ
Kaspar calmed himself by listening to the unique way Tristan's blood moved through his veins, the way his heart fluttered nervously.
"Mm." He listened. Was quiet. Didn't interupt. This was important for the other to say.
Kaspar smiled just a little before sitting up. --
โ that's not the point i'm making.. โ
he is trying to find the words to express it better, but years of burying so many emotions, not just ones such as these..
he once believed it better to be without such things, caring for another being one thing of many.
โ i am.. โ
and โ
-- "That is the first step!" He said a bit too loudly. "You are already doing so well," Kaspar praised. For a witcher to admit he was afraid... that was important.
"We can work through it together~" He decided suddenly, leaning down to tap his nose to Tristan's in an --
Kaspar huffed, collapsing onto Tristan and letting out a frustrated groan.
"And I am supposed to drink blood," he whined, burying his face in the other's neck.
Now he was on the verge of crying, though he wasn't really able to produce tears...
--
โ hmm.. โ gaze following kaspar's own, if only to focus on something else for a moment, heart hammering away in his chest.
โ that's just it.. โ he mumbled, he was never good at expressing his emotions. the things he feels.
especially towards others.
โ kaspar- โ if he โ
-- had become.
Kaspar sat up suddenly, gaze holding tightly to Tristan before boldly climbing on top of the other. "About what you feel!" He exclaimed in a near whine.
Witchers could be infuriating with their hidden emotions.
"How could I not enjoy this? You, me, the stars~" Kaspar looked up at the sky for a moment before his fingers dragged down to rest on Tristan's chest. To feel his heart, the rhythm which he memorized.
"And I hate you~" He teased, enjoying just how soft spoken the other --
a huff from the cats lips, eyes close for a moment; trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart.
โ you're enjoying this.. โ muttered, there's no real venom to the words.
to think, a higher vampire has a witcher of all things; blushing.
โ i hate you. โ he doesn't โ
-- "You cannot find the words~" the vampire teased with a dramaticly proud sigh.
He giggled, running fingers through those dark curls.
"What do you think?"
Kaspar held Tristan against his shoulder, pulling him in to his body, enjoying the warmth the witcher brought.
"You...?" He questioned in a whisper, smiling brightly. "Hm~"
He moved to tilt the other's chin up so that he would properly look at him.
--
to think, a man who has taken so many lives, portrayed himself as untouchable, or at the very least without softness.. could damn near melt from a gentle touch.
โ did not.. โ is muttered only moments before the higher vampires lips met his, a light hum? of surprise? โ
-- waters. Kaspar wasn't known to be careful in his sexual encounters, but this was different. He had an emotional attachment to Tristan. Kaspar hadn't even thought of having any playthings recently.
His thoughts were consumed by the witcher in front of him.
Kaspar hummed in amusement, feeling the heat of the other's crimson blush against his fingers that came to rest there.
"Your pulse has quickened," he whispered against Tristan's ear.
Then his lips pressed to the witcher's. Another gentle, short kiss. Still testing the --
the cat was, speechless, blinking a few times as if checking to see this moment was real, did he just..?
gentle, not exactly something tristan was used to, something he probably never would be used to.
โ probably not but.. you'd still be far from ugly. โ that โ
Kaspar could feel the heat rush to the other's cheek as he nosed there, lips daring to press to flushed skin before he pulled away to get a better look at Tristan's reaction.
He didn't want to spoil anything, so he was gentle.
"You think I have these golden locks and this--
it wasn't โ he.. damnnit.
perhaps it's just how comfortable he's become around kaspar, or that he does believe the man having an ugly side is simply impossible.
โhardly..โ can witchers blush? if so, he is. just enough to possibly feel the heat of his face, or see. โ
"I don't know," Kaspar huffed, obviously getting upset.
"I don't want him to cut off my head. Do you know how long it takes to regenerate after that?!"
And it meant not seeing Tristan if his head was cut off which was more upsetting than anything.
he has his reasons for being so.. tristan has his moments of being overly serious to.
โah..โ and whatever he was doing is left entirely. โis it under control now?โ