FIREHEART (hiatus)

           Ruby pools glanced down at the smaller Chain. A sniff came from Emrys’ pale lips and he gave a terse nod. “Sure, I’ll come give you some company.” A strong arm wrapped around Noah’s waist and he pressed a light kiss to his head. “Just grab the blanket and we can lay together.”

           And though he was a furnace practically, even this cold was getting to him he had to put his own coat on and keep his arms crossed to keep himself warm. He didn’t mind Noah pressing against him, he just hoped the light shiver didn’t bother him too much.

           It was cold enough in the house that he might as well been able to see the cloud of his breath as he exhaled.

KUROSE RIKU HAS ALL MY RESPECT BACK THANK YOU

           He’s just going to chirp quietly back at the smaller Chain.

here to work on emrys’ theme a bit, and update his page

           Yes, it’s a curse being so short, but it’s also such a curse to be as tall as he is. He can only imagine how his brother’s mate felt. “That’s because I’m normally composed, but I do have my moments. Now just happens to be one of them and I certainly don’t see you complaining.” He pressed a soft kiss to Noah’s jawline and cooed quietly. “Oh, yes, I know. I can see their every movements. They’re rather terrifying sometimes and I honestly don’t know who they get it from, his mother’s not even that terrifying.”

                                               In time you'll find that we can 𝓈𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 up,                                                   𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔲𝔭 any dirt so we can open up.                                         These wounds have been open for ƒσяєνєя now.                                                       Come on, ＢＥ ＳＴＲＯＮＧ.

           Well, he knows how that is, he was his mother’s height until he was seventeen. “Yes, I know I’m a brute, tell me something I don’t know, child.” He snorted and pressed a kiss to the falcon’s forehead. “I’m always possessive, it’s in my nature to be possessive and territorial. What’s mine is mine. I’m just not your mother who terrifies others if they so much as smile at your father.”

            So, like his uncle, his wings help him along the way. It’s a good thing he is gaining weight though, he doesn’t need to stay a stick all his life. Elliot hummed and hoisted the ivorette up in his arms and he squeezed him. “I told you, I didn’t want to play nice, now I have you and you’re mine, just like it ought to be.”

           Yes but the question is whether he’s naturally that weight or he is because of the help of his heavy wings. A chuckle escaped the Phoenix’s lips and he pressed his pale lips to his nephew’s forehead. “I just wanted to hold you and give you my affection, is that so wrong now?”

           You’re tiny in weight. You’re lighter than even your mother and he’s not that big. “I’m not in a mood to be nice.” He cooed. He grabbed at Noah’s wrist before tugging him close. “So, I’ll get my way, one way or another.”