#foxyvikor

That’s what he was doing when his eyes landed on books upon books in one boy’s cell. The boy looked human, to Samuel’s eyes, but who was he to say what this kid was? Either way, he decided that now was probably the best time to start trying to make friends. “You’ve got a really nice collection...” his voice was still soft in tone, rough from disuse. “Books - I mean. Your books.”

The festivities continued and showed no signs of slowing down. If one was keeping count on how many Azrael had claimed his love for, they would have lost count. Some rushed away from the love struck hunter, others were easily wooed, and some took this as a good time for passionate love making with the master. Azrael accidentally had himself another laced bourbon, and it added to his love sickness. His rose tinted eyes landed on a familiar face, the young fox shifter Viktor. If Azrael wasn’t in this state, he would’ve approached the other and made fun of him for being a cry baby. But Azrael went up to him with soft eyes and a gentle smile. “Hi, my darling. I’ve been looking all over for you, I wanted to ask you for a dance.” He wrapped his arms around the small pet and hugged him warmly, then curled down to give him a kiss on the lips. “You look so sensational tonight...I saw you from across the room and you just took my breath away. You never fail to remind me why I’m so in love with you.”

“@remy-lavine Remy, for Lev and me. The precious elf, @lukarxmirez Luka. The cryin fox, @foxyvikor Viktor. My little warrior, @ghostxwvlf Isaac. And I can’t forget one of my personal favourites, @jcmesbrcndon James.”