They are both quiet for a bit.
Epilogue breaks the silence first, his smile wide and knowing. "Little Staaarrrr. Little Lover... Our Moonlight." He almost growls as he lets Prologue take the flowers from your hand, carefully.
They hold the flowers and look them over.
Epilogue speaks again, voice hoarse, loving in its tone. "Is this... A Love confession. Little dear Heart?" he coos. Prologue looks just as lovesick as he does.
Prologue hums. "We would never... Bully you." He puts the flowers' stems in his pocket so the flowers are just only poking out.
As they turn to you, they get on one knee in front of you, grabbing the hand that you gave them the flowers with. They lift that hand up to their grin and then brush their teeth against your knuckles. "We accept." They both say, Epilogue winks, because he can't help himself.
"Hm. Moon, do we have anything we can give our little darling here?" Prologue curiously asks.
Epilogue purrs and nods their head before rolling up your sleeve as they were still holding your hand.
"We will give you something. Back. As a thank you. For choosing us." Epilogue strains, slightly excited. Prologue watches you, eye squinted, and a tad crinkled at the corner.
Once Epilogue deems the sleeve is perfectly rolled up to your elbow, he pulls you close by your arm. He hums as he puts his grin against your forearm. His teeth part, you can feel it on the skin of your arm, making you shudder.
With a soft chuckle, Epilogue parts their teeth, then lets both of their tongues lick up a stripe on your arm. The tongues slither back into their mouth and then with a sudden move, their teeth connect with the flesh of your arm.
They bite hard down and hold it there. Epilogue's teeth pierce your skin but only lightly.
Once satisfied, they pull back and let their tongues come out again to lick over the mark they have put on your forearm.
"Good job. Little light. Little darling. Our Moonlight, Darling Heart." They both say, praising, voices hushed as the tongues once more disappear behind their now closed grin. They look at the bitemark, their smile bigger than before.
"There. Now you are ours." Epilogue says with a rasp, then lets go of your arm, gets up from his kneeling position, and stands in front of you, arms folded behind his back. Their smiles are still big, but their eyes look soft and fond.
