#dcryoku

He didn’t need to be fluent in Japanese to know what Daken just said. Alec cupped Daken’s face, hazel eyes practically glowing with adoration. He never thought he’d ever receive such loving, honest words from anyone. “I love you too.” He couldn’t say it often enough, considering shadowhunters had the unfortunate habit of dropping dead in battle any day. Alec kissed his lips with a content sigh, and then moved him closer even to embrace Daken. He kissed along the shell of his ear teasingly, knowing it was quite sensitive. “You have to teach me how to say that in Japanese.”

He is tempted to charge ahead, strike down the man that wishes to stand in his way, preventing him from moving on. But, though he was inclined to reckless behaviour, made all the more possible since he traded hammers for axes, experience urged him to stay fast. There was something about this one that caused his mind to think of taking corrective action, avoid speaking with the stranger, let alone exchange blows.    Unfortunately, because he is a warrior first and a strategist second, he declines to heed all warnings, cupping a mouth around the side of his mouth to further project his already loud voice.

    a delicious smell had woken alec, along with the feeling of something ‘missing’ next to him. daken wasn’t in bed anymore and he gave a disapproving sound, while his eyes slowly got used to the light in the room. it took him a moment to realise that this wasn’t a metaphor, but that daken was referring to actual food. he sat up and rubbed his hand over his face for a moment, then peeked over to the table in the living room of the suite.

    “by the angel.” what he saw was already a banquet. there was more coming?? he grinned surprised and shook his head, slowly getting ready to get out of bed. “for which army is all that?” he teased, looking over at the floor to see if he maybe saw his boxers laying around somewhere. he tried to remember where they had undressed last evening. “can i borrow your robe?” alec had gotten daken a silken robe in a burgundy, and it was a bit too small for him, but it would do now.

@dcryoku Familiar noises leak from the alley way. The sounds of battle draw him in, a powerful lure that makes his heart race and pupils explode. Combat was something that he was trying to wean out of but it was almost impossible. Sure, he mused, he was down to four nights a week at the fight club instead of seven. But entering the alleyway and seeing Daken beating the shit out of someone?.

Count him IN.