bumhurt

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Status: Closed Verse: AU

❝  The year according to long forgotten Christian counting is unknown. It is now the 7th century of life after the black mist, the year 613 ABM. This many years ago, the world got covered in a black mist. The only escape from it is the island of Utrao. But it’s only a small island for the many different species that inhabit it now and a continuous war ravages the country. Throughout the centuries the species have lived on the island, alliances have been forged and broken. Some fight for their own safety, some fight to rule, others just fight to defend themselves when attacked.

*he made a face as he imagined them both switched, looking down at his waist when you patted it and quickly shaking his head in protest, turning his gaze back up to you* Nah, no way. I already went through the boyish phase, I’m over it. Besides you’d agree that I suit muscles much more, right~? *grinning, he chuckled softly and lightly bumped his nose against yours playfully; running his tongue over his bottom lip habitually as he thought of the reward he wanted. Jutting his lip out into a small pout when you responded to his reward choice, he just shrugged a little; closing his eyes and sighing lightly when you began to copy his own movements. Tipping his head to the side a little as you moved down his neck, he hummed as he thought over your question again.* Well, I still want you. Though, you are correct in the sense that I already have you, but… that really wasn’t what I was talking about. *shivering a little when you reached his collarbones, distracting him from his thoughts, he quickly cleared his throat and glanced off to the side* But if you think I should change my mind then I’m sure I can think of something else.