DORMIO INFERNO 🌶️

          “The ways of fire? Even more reason to take off your clothes– they’ll burn.” He wasn’t wrong though, fire and plants didn’t often mix though. Sue was well acquainted with heat though. A small smile. “Why don’t you teach me these so called ways of fire?” 

          “That sounds painful.” Why not a hot spring? “Too hot and it’s already hot.” That’s why he was stripping. Also just for the fun of stripping. 

Lips pursed. How to answer such a question. “Why? Because it’s fun!” he giggled. “And clothes are confining you know.” C’mon live a little, shed some attire. 

He just watches, safe behind the cover of his sunglasses, steps back so he doesn’t get wet.  The foxgloves to his right get his attention, fingers careful against the poisonous plant, feeds them, just a little, to set them singing.  “They call you handsome.  Terrible flirts are sunflowers.”  He’s grinning, his attention back on Aidan as he voices his own thoughts under the guise of telling him what the flowers say.  “They’re glad you keep them company, they miss you when you’re not here.”  True for both of them that one, not just Florentin.  “I’d prefer you kiss me than them, a little one sided, they can’t kiss back.”  A laugh as he steps forward again, enough to be able to lean his shoulder against Aidan’s back, to feel him muscles shift under his bare arm.

“Ah, well, at least someone recognizes my roguish good looks.”  He makes a certain confident face towards the sunflowers, nods at them in appreciation.  “I hate not being here with them, honestly... with this entire garden.  It’s just... nice and quiet...”  To his untrained and untuned ears, of course he couldn’t hear the chorus of the plants, but he could hear the birdsongs, the stray cat that came around every now and then...  He turns his attention to his shoulder as he glanced behind and observe the other who just... belonged here.

The world burns blinding for a moment as the sunflowers grow delighted and magic spills like silver dust into the air.  Easy to blame it on the sun and Florentin knocks his glasses down from atop his head to cover his eyes against the glare of glee.  It’s nice, but also painful.  “They’re pleased.  It’s a shame you can’t hear them.”  The little witch reaches out to run the backs of his fingers over soft petals.  “You can afford to have favourites.  Billions of people in the world, I’m sure the others are claimed by someone somewhere.”

No idea what the words mean, but it doesn’t matter, because he can feel them.  Feel them in the rumble of Igni’s voice, in the warmth he offers.  Sly doesn’t know the language, save one word, probably never ever will, but he doesn’t care, because while he can’t speak it, or even understand it, he can hear it, feel it, and that to him is far better.  His little hand flexes against a wide chest, fingers twitching as they move in time with each beat. 

“I love you too.” 

Deep orange eyes looked over the contents of the letter once more.  Yes, most of the other elemental lords knew how to use pen and paper, however Ignision was never one to place his trust in such feeble material.  Stone, in all of its might, lasted much longer than weak paper.  And the carved out letters, carefully written into the rock by some legendary beast’s unbreakable horn and a hammer--it had taken him a while to make this for good reason.  It was a delicate process--and Ignision grew exhausted from being gentle, from not allowing his rage to boil over and burn those who drew too close.

Seeing that look on Sly’s face, though... it was worth the tire it prompted in him.  That blessed feeling of the little king’s fingers against his skin--it truly made the hushed song of the whisperer in his mind quiet--silent, even.  To drown out that incessant call was no easy task, but Sly made it seem to effortless... not that the demon even knew of the thought processes that Ignision suffered through.  The song, the nightmares, the threat of a godeater....

[text: dark and stormy night] you ARE a filthy pervert, that’s they whole point!

Love?  Wait, what? Coco feels a thrum of panic as he taps out a reply. Play it cool death boy, play it cool. [text: dark and stormy night] i love your thighs, not you as a whole, whoever’s told you otherwise is a dirty liar and i’m taking them to court.