scorched.

kiss my little boy?

      it was swift and giddy at first --- jaxon cracks a joke like he always does and it always make oxomoco laugh, but it was okay, because they were always intimate in that way that they were close. it was actually quite funny ; they could be the best of friends one moment, and then act like nonchalant lovers the other. she reaches up to press her lips against his, soft but passionate, and he gladly kisses back, pulling her close by the hips. they both smile cheekily as their lips separate, and he returns a smile kiss on her nose, for safe-measures. 

kiss my little boy?

   although he is a little flustered by the action of endearment, he tries to keep a straight face but fails miserably --- hence, a little thumbs up! it was a swift but sweet peck on the cheek, and he would return the gesture, but he’s just a bit shy when it comes to this stuff. “  thank yoouuu ...  “ he trails off with a high pitch, awkwardly patting her head.

     “ wait ! take it easy.  “ she seemed apprehensive as it is, but getting startled from him just calling her out was teetering on the edge --- he did have a knack for having a booming voice. in his hands cradles a small wallet, and he offers it to her. “  i saw this fall out of your pocket---no, i didn’t take anything out.  “ 

                        “Hey, take it easy, matchstick.” A hand extends to follow her statement, two fingers extinguishing the burning light flickering naturally from the other like a candle. She has no issue with pyromancy–mages and the like, or even those simply gifted–just not around gasoline and other flammable liquids. “Set yourself on fire on y’own time.”

                & @firewielded go away jaxon

      love hasn’t been directly in his mind ever since she left. true love, that is. when she left, she took everything that had to be attachment with her. he looked oxomoco into her bright yellow eyes and saw his own, furrowing his brows---moco’s hand holds jaxon’s cheek gently, and he leans into the touch, and with a silent sigh, he closes his eyes in relief. relief is all there is. just relief and silence.

                                                “ ... thank you, moco.  “