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why do i even get out of bed? selfishly, he wonders the same thing. why does leon ever have to leave the bed? leave him alone for those few minutes that allen dares to stay and mourn him? why can't he just stay here and fuck him until he's sated? why do talking heads at vought insist on ruining a good morning by insisting even more that he be present at some thing or another? allen's sure that he mentioned it at some point, whatever he's dreading, but the thought is lost to him while he's this close and he's still listening to @anti-supe's heart gently thrum in his ear.

"Just me n' fate learning how to do a different type of tango is all." Whether it's getting entrenched into it, holding a rebellious stand, or once again making a take over set up for any nefarious plans set to bare their fangs and time honed claws.

Caelus found that fire of his heart running on pure nuclear might. That Stellaron found itself shamelessly beating with a wild sense of delight.

Somehow, him and the Destruction just can't help but find these faces to glare towards each other, whether through lightyears, time or that Aeonic realm that discards such physicals entirely.

"Irontomb needs to be repurposed into damn coffin for some people." Maybe she'd come to notice how the essence of Remembrance, a brush with death and the past/future of Memory itself now honed amidst his Paths.

And then the additional angle that sometimes the sexual flavour is definitely meant alongside the martial one, because it makes such defeat more insulting.

And then on the third, the beautiful chance to take both of those, grip them hard in your hands, and make it straight up sexual because we are shipping these men baby.

I'm talking about Menelaos/Paris and both Hektor and Helen using sexual-not sexual-but also not-not sexual language in relation to Menelaos and Paris fighting (and Paris losing).

"About what exactly?"

There's no denying the sense of thrill stirred while being underneath her scrutiny. Much as he adores being a force for good, mischief also runs as brightly as the blood in his veins.

Was it really such a bad thing that these particular urges ran amok with Kairi's presence? An urge to be shameless, to be the solitary cause of that fire in her tone or the sharpness within her gaze? For the time being, his posture reflected that lackadascal approach, arms crossed comfortably behind that wild crown of hair while he peered over at her. "Cause between me n' you, I say a lot of things. Too many as a matter of fact."

"Kinda like how I enjoy desserts a good time ahead of dinner itself. Or maybe you've heard a thing or two about me surfing without a board." Tales involving Sora could easily tilt into fairy tale territory, and he's aware of that charming note. The entire time amidst this exchange, those eyes of his held a certain glow, carefully contained as a pristine column catches his eye.

Poised around that wildfire hair of her's, it was enough to make a tempering beat of the heart pulse through his chest. That inner trigger found itself practically slamming the need to for ignition with that very impulse. Soon, even Sora himself was aware that with their shared affinity, Kairi may start picking up on those 'warning signs' even with his face being so innocently smug.

If only he knew that in his quest of accidental tunnel vision, that a certain princess found herself concentrating no differently. The rhythm of their Hearts would always be a truth that tilts to that scale of beyond. If only they took the time to be aware of such.

An impossible task, for a singular glance towards her robbed him of rationale. The banner of affection would be held high, no matter what.

"Kairi--?" Oh. When he did he get so close? When did intoning her name serve as a means of sealing her fate?

For she'd find herself graced with a kiss from the keybearer, allowing a blooming warmth to pool directly upon her neck. It served as a softer and all too abrupt warning as those teeth would immediately follow. That deviant's smile fresh upon his features due the princess's sweetness being his blessing, and in this case, those pearly whites sinking directly onto her skin as one risque bite. And judging by the arm snaking its way around her waist, Sora has a demand to let this last for more than one good moment.