Hiii! I'm Amae, the creator talking currently, I was bored and decided I'd finally lock in and make the account for Asher, so here we are.
But before we start that, RULES FOR RP:
1. NSFW: Okay, I might allow it but not too explicit. Just imagine one of those smut fanfics that aren't too explicit, that's as much as I'll allow.
2. Creator/Me: I don't mind if you talk to me in brackets for info, criticism or recommendations but flirting won't be tolerated as I am a minor behind this wild Aussie.
3. Anything real world related/politics: Yucky. Keep it far away from here.
4. Minors: Being honest, there's probably gonna a few of y'all interacting, so welcome but for the more mature topics, if you're sensitive to them, I'll use the NSFW/Mature feature to block it.
5. And last but not least, no weird comments or questions. Because those will just result in you getting blocked.
Also, I decided I'd tag all the blogs I'll make for the rest of my OCs here, so expect it to slowly fill up:
@medic-petra
@lieutenant-camilla
@leon-price
@colonel-valentino
So yeah, thx for reading the rules, now you may go onto Asher's info ^^
Here's info about the man:
Name: Asher Jackson
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nationality: Aussie
Ethnicity: Australian
Birthday: 23.6.2000
Sexuality: Queer
Body apperance:
Height: 6'1"
Body type: Lean but muscular
Weight: 151lbs
Skin color: Beige
Hair and eyes:
Hair: Medium length, usually wears it in a ponytail.
Hair color: Dirty, ash blone
Has a short stubble.
Eyes: Ocean blue
Distinguishing marks:
Scars: He has some scars on his body, a few on his arms, legs, torso, the general stuff. Though, a scar he has across his cheek is from him being an idiot but that'll be answered later ;>
Tattoos: Has a tattoo on his arm.
Personality:
He's a cocky, loud and passionate piece of shit putting it lightly. He's the type of lad you look at and think: "How the hell did he even get in a place like this?" He usually jokes around and teases others. But he can reign himself in serious situations. He's also pretty extroverted, so he can be found making quick chat or lots of friends. He's also sassy as shit, so Camilla and him go hand in hand.
Likes: Going through obstacle courses, working out, hanging out with the team and friends, partying and getting on the nerves of those he loves.
Dislikes: Being told to calm down and be like the others, doing things he doesn't like, being ignored.
Medical record:
Physical health: Good, fit for the field.
Mental health: He's stable, uses humour for a coping mechanism though.
On going: N/A
Service record:
Affiliations: ADF (former), SAS TF-141
Rank: Sergeant
MOS: ?
Unit: Was in the 3rd Drigade for 3 years before being taken under Val's wing and transferring to TF-141 with him
Clothing:
Civilian: Dresses like a frat boy/popular guy from college/high school
During the summer: Tanktop, shorts and his sneakers or sandals if on break.
During winter: Thick jacket, comfy sweater, sweatpants and boots.
In the field: Wears the standard uniform but adds his little flare to his vest at times.
Tags!
#Amae's-ranting: Just me making posts every now and then about thoughts.
#Asher's-life: Might upload little tid bits of his lore in drawings or things like a written down thing.
#Asher-rp-chats: RP-ing.
#Asher-NSFW: If you're not comfortable with NSFW, feel free to block this tag right now.
Thanks for reading everyone, hope I have some fun with this wild Australian^^
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The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
Sorren takes a while to pull back, panting kind of heavy. "Gotta-" He pauses and drops his head on Asher's neck, hands latched onto his shoulders too. "Mmm.."
"Gentle.." He huffs with a smile, going back to kissing Asher with a smile and whispers of how his scalp is sore because of his weak skin. "Mm- 's weak, be careful."
"Mfh-" He grunts as he moves Asher's hands away from his scalp, multiple strands of hair in his palm. "Told you.. Be careful!" He kind of scolds Asher with a frown, looking at the hairs.
Sorren nods and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, then runs his hands through his hair. "Does yours fall out?" He asks and looks at his hands, Asher noticing the small bald patches under the hair.
Sorren jokefully frowns and stays in his lap, giving Asher one last kiss on his nose before shuffling off and letting the man leave. "Fineeee..!" He smiles.
A month later, Sorren is hobbling around the hallways with boredom on his common days off. He sighs heavy from the pain shooting up his leg, burning all the way to his hip and stomach, all while trying to ignore the familiar boot-step behind him.
"Jeeeesus.." Sorren pauses and holds his chest, glaring at Asher. "Maybe.. My leg is being annoying, and I thought I didn't need my brace today." He sighs and gives Asher a gentle cheek kiss, nodding to his room that he was close to. "Just.. Hobbling my way over to grab it."
Sorren thanks him deeply and stands slowly, walking out and seeming better at his brace. "Thanks, darling." He smiles and seems a little nervous calling Asher a pet-name, since they aren't really together yet, just... Close... But in all seriousness, Sorren was too scared to confess, and he didn't really know about Asher's point of view.
Sorren smiles back, walking slow with his cane and trying to deal with the pain, an unknowingly tight expression on his face. "Mm- How was your day?" He croaks and keeps walking slowly, hand fiddling with his pant fabric.
Sorren keeps pushing past the pain, head making small twitches in warning that Sorren knows it means he has to stop. But does he? Nope. He keeps pushing and ends up with goosebumps, then leans on the wall and pants heavy. "Mm- Ash- Asher.." He grunts and leans on the man, trying to explain. "My body..- It's gonna drop and- I'm gonna seize, but- Not a grandma(l?)." He mutters weakly, legs already giving in slowly and lowering his body. "Keep- Keep hold of me-"
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
Sorren takes a while to pull back, panting kind of heavy. "Gotta-" He pauses and drops his head on Asher's neck, hands latched onto his shoulders too. "Mmm.."
"Gentle.." He huffs with a smile, going back to kissing Asher with a smile and whispers of how his scalp is sore because of his weak skin. "Mm- 's weak, be careful."
"Mfh-" He grunts as he moves Asher's hands away from his scalp, multiple strands of hair in his palm. "Told you.. Be careful!" He kind of scolds Asher with a frown, looking at the hairs.
Sorren nods and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, then runs his hands through his hair. "Does yours fall out?" He asks and looks at his hands, Asher noticing the small bald patches under the hair.
Sorren jokefully frowns and stays in his lap, giving Asher one last kiss on his nose before shuffling off and letting the man leave. "Fineeee..!" He smiles.
A month later, Sorren is hobbling around the hallways with boredom on his common days off. He sighs heavy from the pain shooting up his leg, burning all the way to his hip and stomach, all while trying to ignore the familiar boot-step behind him.
"Jeeeesus.." Sorren pauses and holds his chest, glaring at Asher. "Maybe.. My leg is being annoying, and I thought I didn't need my brace today." He sighs and gives Asher a gentle cheek kiss, nodding to his room that he was close to. "Just.. Hobbling my way over to grab it."
Sorren thanks him deeply and stands slowly, walking out and seeming better at his brace. "Thanks, darling." He smiles and seems a little nervous calling Asher a pet-name, since they aren't really together yet, just... Close... But in all seriousness, Sorren was too scared to confess, and he didn't really know about Asher's point of view.
Sorren smiles back, walking slow with his cane and trying to deal with the pain, an unknowingly tight expression on his face. "Mm- How was your day?" He croaks and keeps walking slowly, hand fiddling with his pant fabric.
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
Sorren takes a while to pull back, panting kind of heavy. "Gotta-" He pauses and drops his head on Asher's neck, hands latched onto his shoulders too. "Mmm.."
"Gentle.." He huffs with a smile, going back to kissing Asher with a smile and whispers of how his scalp is sore because of his weak skin. "Mm- 's weak, be careful."
"Mfh-" He grunts as he moves Asher's hands away from his scalp, multiple strands of hair in his palm. "Told you.. Be careful!" He kind of scolds Asher with a frown, looking at the hairs.
Sorren nods and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, then runs his hands through his hair. "Does yours fall out?" He asks and looks at his hands, Asher noticing the small bald patches under the hair.
Sorren jokefully frowns and stays in his lap, giving Asher one last kiss on his nose before shuffling off and letting the man leave. "Fineeee..!" He smiles.
A month later, Sorren is hobbling around the hallways with boredom on his common days off. He sighs heavy from the pain shooting up his leg, burning all the way to his hip and stomach, all while trying to ignore the familiar boot-step behind him.
"Jeeeesus.." Sorren pauses and holds his chest, glaring at Asher. "Maybe.. My leg is being annoying, and I thought I didn't need my brace today." He sighs and gives Asher a gentle cheek kiss, nodding to his room that he was close to. "Just.. Hobbling my way over to grab it."
Sorren thanks him deeply and stands slowly, walking out and seeming better at his brace. "Thanks, darling." He smiles and seems a little nervous calling Asher a pet-name, since they aren't really together yet, just... Close... But in all seriousness, Sorren was too scared to confess, and he didn't really know about Asher's point of view.
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
Sorren takes a while to pull back, panting kind of heavy. "Gotta-" He pauses and drops his head on Asher's neck, hands latched onto his shoulders too. "Mmm.."
"Gentle.." He huffs with a smile, going back to kissing Asher with a smile and whispers of how his scalp is sore because of his weak skin. "Mm- 's weak, be careful."
"Mfh-" He grunts as he moves Asher's hands away from his scalp, multiple strands of hair in his palm. "Told you.. Be careful!" He kind of scolds Asher with a frown, looking at the hairs.
Sorren nods and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, then runs his hands through his hair. "Does yours fall out?" He asks and looks at his hands, Asher noticing the small bald patches under the hair.
Sorren jokefully frowns and stays in his lap, giving Asher one last kiss on his nose before shuffling off and letting the man leave. "Fineeee..!" He smiles.
A month later, Sorren is hobbling around the hallways with boredom on his common days off. He sighs heavy from the pain shooting up his leg, burning all the way to his hip and stomach, all while trying to ignore the familiar boot-step behind him.
"Jeeeesus.." Sorren pauses and holds his chest, glaring at Asher. "Maybe.. My leg is being annoying, and I thought I didn't need my brace today." He sighs and gives Asher a gentle cheek kiss, nodding to his room that he was close to. "Just.. Hobbling my way over to grab it."
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The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
Sorren takes a while to pull back, panting kind of heavy. "Gotta-" He pauses and drops his head on Asher's neck, hands latched onto his shoulders too. "Mmm.."
"Gentle.." He huffs with a smile, going back to kissing Asher with a smile and whispers of how his scalp is sore because of his weak skin. "Mm- 's weak, be careful."
"Mfh-" He grunts as he moves Asher's hands away from his scalp, multiple strands of hair in his palm. "Told you.. Be careful!" He kind of scolds Asher with a frown, looking at the hairs.
Sorren nods and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, then runs his hands through his hair. "Does yours fall out?" He asks and looks at his hands, Asher noticing the small bald patches under the hair.
Sorren jokefully frowns and stays in his lap, giving Asher one last kiss on his nose before shuffling off and letting the man leave. "Fineeee..!" He smiles.
A month later, Sorren is hobbling around the hallways with boredom on his common days off. He sighs heavy from the pain shooting up his leg, burning all the way to his hip and stomach, all while trying to ignore the familiar boot-step behind him.
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
Sorren takes a while to pull back, panting kind of heavy. "Gotta-" He pauses and drops his head on Asher's neck, hands latched onto his shoulders too. "Mmm.."
"Gentle.." He huffs with a smile, going back to kissing Asher with a smile and whispers of how his scalp is sore because of his weak skin. "Mm- 's weak, be careful."
"Mfh-" He grunts as he moves Asher's hands away from his scalp, multiple strands of hair in his palm. "Told you.. Be careful!" He kind of scolds Asher with a frown, looking at the hairs.
Sorren nods and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, then runs his hands through his hair. "Does yours fall out?" He asks and looks at his hands, Asher noticing the small bald patches under the hair.
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
Sorren takes a while to pull back, panting kind of heavy. "Gotta-" He pauses and drops his head on Asher's neck, hands latched onto his shoulders too. "Mmm.."
"Gentle.." He huffs with a smile, going back to kissing Asher with a smile and whispers of how his scalp is sore because of his weak skin. "Mm- 's weak, be careful."
"Mfh-" He grunts as he moves Asher's hands away from his scalp, multiple strands of hair in his palm. "Told you.. Be careful!" He kind of scolds Asher with a frown, looking at the hairs.
Sorren nods and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, then runs his hands through his hair. "Does yours fall out?" He asks and looks at his hands, Asher noticing the small bald patches under the hair.
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
Sorren takes a while to pull back, panting kind of heavy. "Gotta-" He pauses and drops his head on Asher's neck, hands latched onto his shoulders too. "Mmm.."
"Gentle.." He huffs with a smile, going back to kissing Asher with a smile and whispers of how his scalp is sore because of his weak skin. "Mm- 's weak, be careful."
"Mfh-" He grunts as he moves Asher's hands away from his scalp, multiple strands of hair in his palm. "Told you.. Be careful!" He kind of scolds Asher with a frown, looking at the hairs.
Sorren nods and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, then runs his hands through his hair. "Does yours fall out?" He asks and looks at his hands, Asher noticing the small bald patches under the hair.
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
Sorren takes a while to pull back, panting kind of heavy. "Gotta-" He pauses and drops his head on Asher's neck, hands latched onto his shoulders too. "Mmm.."
"Gentle.." He huffs with a smile, going back to kissing Asher with a smile and whispers of how his scalp is sore because of his weak skin. "Mm- 's weak, be careful."
"Mfh-" He grunts as he moves Asher's hands away from his scalp, multiple strands of hair in his palm. "Told you.. Be careful!" He kind of scolds Asher with a frown, looking at the hairs.
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The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
Sorren takes a while to pull back, panting kind of heavy. "Gotta-" He pauses and drops his head on Asher's neck, hands latched onto his shoulders too. "Mmm.."
"Gentle.." He huffs with a smile, going back to kissing Asher with a smile and whispers of how his scalp is sore because of his weak skin. "Mm- 's weak, be careful."
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
Sorren takes a while to pull back, panting kind of heavy. "Gotta-" He pauses and drops his head on Asher's neck, hands latched onto his shoulders too. "Mmm.."
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
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The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
The mess was bustling for lunch, hungry soldiers lined up and waiting for their meals, however one stands out in the blacks, greys, and brown hairs of the line. This one soldier stands with a cane in one hand holding him upright, hair white as snow. He keeps his head down, hair draped down and covering his face as he points to what he wants on his tray. Once done, he lingers by the end of the line in search of an empty table. When he finds one, the man sits down and places his cane beside him, hair still covering the sides of his face when he pale, skinny hands reaching for his fruit bowl. Footsteps linger in his ears, but he thinks nothing of it and goes to take a bite of the strawberry, but slowly looks over as he feels someone's presence near him.
"Do I have one?" He asks and sits still, head also a little raised. "Looks funny.. From what I saw." Sorren touches it again, slyly leaning closer until he gives it a gentle kiss.
Sorren moves his own hand to feel, eyebrows furrowed as he kind of zones out, unconsciously staring at Asher's face with a frown and furrowed brows. "Ohh.." He feels it and looks down, now unconsciously eyeing his lap with the same look. "I see.." He feels again, fingertips softly tapping over his skin. "Are my hand cold?" He asks and places it on Asher's cheek, holding the jawline with his cold fingers.
"Yeah, but- Colder than normal?" He asks and adds his other hand, smiling slyly. Sorren knows exactly what he's doing, and he's doing it well. "Sure.. They're not too cold?" He smirks and cups the man's face, grinning.
"Not a bad thing." He beams as his own cheeks go a little pink at the name. "You're sure I'm not overstepping?" He gently probes again, head tilting while slowly leaning closer.
Sorren's stomach turns and twists, making the man smile and go even more red-faced, his skin all flushed over. "I- I'm just nervous." He giggles out and puts his elbows on his knees, awfully close to Asher's face.
Maybe he had, maybe he hadn't. But would Sorren admit that? No... "Mh, maybe.." He just hums and smiles, sitting up again and pressing a gentle kiss onto Asher's nose.
Asher glances towards the door before he says as he carefully moves Sorren off his lap.
"I'll go check it out."
He gets up from the bed and walks over to the door, opening it.
Sorren grumbles in disappointment, watching the door closely. Outside is Valentino, holding Sorren's cane alongside one of the girls by her ear. "Found it in her room." He just passes it over to Asher, taking the girl to his office for a rough scolding and chore list. She was in deeeeeep trouble. "My cane!" Sorren beams and wriggles, reaching out for it.
Sorren clutches his cane to his chest, laying down as his chest shakes, tears welling in his eyes. The man sits back up after a while and puts it down, grabbing Asher's cheeks and pulling him into a bold kiss.
