@andromeaida "Nah," he tilts his head, smiling at her, "they just become more sluggish."
It's a dry fucking joke.
And the fall comes after the laugh, and it is in no way delicate - Sakaguchi, quite literally, shoves her off from the ledge with a hand on her back.
"Quite."
Sakaguchi's first bungee jump was from a hundreds of stories high skyscraper in a fantastical dimension. His rope was cut off midway. He's feeling what she probably feels as of now: fear bordering on excitement.
"Having second thoughts?"
@mortvivat kissed hard enough for Edmud to forget his name just yet.
He lowers his head slowly, lips brushing over the soft and unblemished cheek. Over the jawline, to the ear that he knows is a bit of a weak spot.
"You'll get what you want," releasing the hold he has, he intertwines his
@mortvivat heartbeat might be going haywire, but Sakaguchi has always been a master of schooling his expression into something else. This time: disapproval.
"No," he draws Edmud's hand away from his length, pinning the delicate wrist to the wall behind as he tugs on Edmud's hair with a
@mortvivat spoiled him like one. At the beck and call of something that is more likely to break under his lips rather than his fangs.
Humming, the hand on Edmud's jaws traveling to grip at the hair just above his nape, "I thought you wanted to show me everything by riling me up like that."
@mortvivat Two can play that game.
He holds Edmud by the jaws after he gets a few kisses in, tilting his head up to fix a stare that can only be described as mildly chastising, putting his lips just out of touch. Edmud is a glass cannon, and Sakaguchi has always treated him like one -
@mortvivat pass the threshold, Sakaguchi sets Edmud down only to cage him in, "somewhere only 𝘐 can see."
Even Leviathan would be put to shame with the tone Sakaguchi is using. Did you get what you wanted, darling husband?
@mortvivat "Keep talking while you can."
It's not an empty warning either, from the way Sakaguchi holds Edmud with a strength that leaves dips on the skin underneath his fingers. Was it intentional, he wonders? That little clueless question thrown his way like bait?
"Clearly," and as they