Cupid stood in front of Deuce, a beet-red blush spread across their cheeks. They stand on their toes pressing a gentle kiss against his lips as they wrap their red scarf with small white hearts around his neck. Pulling away, they stand with their hands resting against his chest.
β I know you're not a scarf guy or anythin' but, uh, it's mine n I want ya' t' have it. When we're apart you'll have somethin' that...s-smells like me n' stuff and ya' won't be without me. Merry Christmas, puppy. β
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α΄α΄α΄ α΄Κα΄ Κα΄ΚΚκ±, Ιͺα΄'κ± α΄α΄ΚΙͺα΄Κ α΄α΄Κα΄Κ κ±α΄α΄κ±α΄Ι΄ ! ( α΄ΚΚΙͺκ±α΄α΄α΄κ± 2024 )
/ @diolanza
Β Β he doesn't know if he'll ever get used to it, to the way fingertips ache to touch, or how he doesn't feel nearly as mortified at himself when hesitant hands find their place on either side of Cupid's waist. it's hardly a grand gesture, but the small intimacy still brings a nervous, goofy smile to Deuce's face. he can't help it, especially not now β not when their lips against his ( in even the most innocent sense ) still made him dizzy every time, while their cooler fingers against the obvious warmth of his chest left behind a pleasant tingling sensation.Β
Β Β but this, Cupid's face, a bloom of feverish red, was a newer development, and the writer would be lying if he said it didn't cause his stomach to flutter and flip in response. and as the personal gift is secured around his neck, Deuce's cheeks, nose, and the tips of his ears flush their own shade of crimson, and his grip grows a little firmer on the waist it holds β a tad more confident than before.Β
Β Β β i don't know, i could see myself becoming a scarf guy. β he reassures, but if words otherwise fail him this time ( an inability to express out loud truly what Cupid's token meant to him ), the former pirate's smitten expression, and the way tight muscles relax upon hearing that nickname again surely help get the point across. because how else does he put into words that he would gladly try on every type of scarf in every shop on every island visited, to then purchase any selection that the captain thought looked good on him, without sounding completely insane? he felt insane just thinking about it.Β
Β Β β thanks. this isβ β βone of the best gifts iβve ever received. features soften, but then immediately, as if attempting to hide from his own embarrassing, self-appointed pathetic thought, Deuce's chin dips to tuck his nose into the scarf's fabric, and he inhales, closing his eyes in the process. it does smell like them. β i'll take good care of it. i promise. β
