All Hail The Bastard King

“gribbit??” head tilt

[text]: hateship. what. swhat. what. wtf the fu ck. what the fuick does that mean [text]: okkay im justg going to ignore how you said that [text]: but uH [text]: ok???????????????? i guess?????????????????? [text]: noones relaly played video games with me for a while i play tghem alone mostly [text]: wa it how do i know yorue not gloing to beat me up or sometrhing when you get here [text]: yOURE NOT ALLWOED TO COME OVER IF YORUE GOING TO BEAT ME UP IL POKE YOU IN THE EYE

Internally screaming, he somehow managed to appear calm and collected. Michael sat up, his arms behind him to keep him propped up as he looked upwards. As much as he wouldn’t admit it, he was a total nerd for space. It was quite apparent on his face, eyes wide, a small smile on his face, and the blue in his eyes practically shimmering. “It’s really beautiful, isn’t?” … . !!! He perked up, instantly standing. “Ah- hang on. I forgot to get the blanket.” The older was so excited to get out into the field, it completely left his mind about the blanket. Jogging back to the car, he made sure not the trip on his way back with the dark red blanket under his arm. Stopping near Mylon, he looked around for the flattest surface, finding it nearby. Placing the blanket it down, he sat on it, leaving plenty of room for the other, to which he patted happily as a gesture for him to come sit down.

“ I guess that beats sitting on the grass. “ He gave a small chuckle at his own comment before sitting down (Rather close) to the blond. Prowler pulled both legs up to his chest, giving him something to lean his arms on as he propped his head up. His face practically lit up once getting a good view on the stars. “ So tell me, how exactly did you find such a good spot? I didn’t even know there was a place like this near town. “

The tips of his ears started blushing as the red of his face grew more apparent the longer they stayed like that. He managed to break eye contact, icy blue eyes now staring to the side. Michael’s jaw was clenched shut, seeming rather tense for some reason. Finally managing to get his head wrapped around the situation, he looked back, blush diminishing. He managed to collect himself rather fast, a little unusual. A small smile formed on his face, letting out a quiet laugh. “We…should probably sit up right? Stargazing is a little difficult in the position.” Another laugh and he shifted slightly, trying to keep any ideas out of his mind at the moment. 

Prowler almost jumped back once realizing he should move.  “ Uh- right.. right. “ He hesitated slightly before shuffling over to sit next to the other, awkwardly running a hand through his hair in order to fix it after the fall. After a deep breath the embarrassment subsided and some of the tension seemed to fade away. In all honesty it was a rather nice place to go stargazing, through the fireflies irked him slightly. It’s not that Mylon had a fear of bugs, but touching them wasn't something he was fond of.

Ota read through the pages with disgust. There was no way it was describing her friend, he, while aloof by nature, was for the most part nice and kind to her and the others. Maybe not to his Elsen but he did not act as badly as the man described in the journal. Coming across an interesting page in particular, the puppeteer stopped to read through it, frowning in thought as her mind processed the information. “Prowis Eloha..?” she muttered to herself, committing the name to memory. This was the first time Ota had found the king with a name of his own, like the queen. Although this was valuable information, Ota wasn’t sure if this was related to Prowler left..and if this had anything to do with the monster she saw in the previous journal. Setting the book aside in one of the scarcely open spaces of the desk, she turned towards one of the many piles of books on the backs of the fallen shelves. Grabbing a decent pile, she carried them over to the desk and sat, flipping through them one at a time. Ota had a feeling she wasn’t going to be getting any rest soon.

When the kiss was broken Batiste’s eyes opened once more, his cheeks flushed red. At seeing his lover’s smile his heart skipped a beat. God dammit, God dammit why did Mylon have to make him blush so much? "I-I’m guessing…you liked it?"

“ Indeed I did. “ Batter left another quick kiss to the bridge of Batiste’s nose before pulling him in for another embrace.  “ Mortal words can not describe to you my love. “