#frostveiled

Grinning, Uriel lets out a contended sigh as he rests his head against the princes chest. Wrathion always radiated heat while Uriel had been the complete opposite. Ever since he’d died, he had known nothing but the unforgiving relentlessness of the cold. It was a nice change, laying there against him, reveling in the warm feeling both his physical form caused as well as the emotional one. As cocky as Wrathion was, Uriel found him to be endearing. Charming in his own special way. Maybe he was simply the hopeless romantic type but his love for his boyfriend could do nothing but grow.

“Of course.” He replied, leaning up to place a kiss on the other’s chin. “I’ll say it until my true death. Even if you’re kind of a dork.” He teased, smirking up at his lover.

＊｡･ﾟﾟ･ They were the very definition of fire and ice. Wrathion being the quick-tempered, fire breathing, black dragon that he was and Uriel was quite the opposite with his cool skin and calm demeanor. He supposed the cliche that opposites attracted was what drew him to the Death Knight. And although he may not have said it much in their time together, or at all, in fact, his grip around his partner tightened the moment that he mentioned his death and a taloned hand gripped his chin so that he may look the Blood Elf in the eye with no distractions.

[// @spell-steal & @frostveiled

                    ❛ Does it scorn you——what's been  done?  Does                     it leave you aching with un-fulfillment, ravaged by                     animosity? Does it challenge  your  natural  place                     in this world? ❟

His questions were as quick as arrowfire, no pause for reflection left on purpose. Whatever malice had corrupted him upon his first death had not dissipated by the third; he was egging the other. Creatures of kin, whether they acknowledged it or not, they were. It was his duty then, a Prince still, to weave his way beneath the other's flesh, like an eager needle, and stitch up whatever remnants he could find. Had this one been loyal? He couldn't remember the face. Was it he who had been scrambled then? Or was this one truly a deserter? Too many questions. He was going to seem suspicious.

@frostveiled

＊｡･ﾟﾟ･“Of course you do. I’m not against the dead thing that you’ve got going on, but shouldn’t there be a lot more brooding and a little less…whatever this is?” ･ﾟﾟ･｡＊

Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve | @frostveiled

Ꮚ —  He sometimes forgets that he’s never been in an actual relationship before. He forgets that there was never a reason for him to celebrate the small holidays that the people of Azeroth often did. Uriel, while dead, was most definitely the liveliest thing in his life. How ironic. Despite the stereotypical definition of Death Knights being heartless, emotionless, and cold, Uriel was the very opposite, at least around him. The bells chimed throughout the hills as the clock struck midnight, and he was pulled quickly toward his lover in  very public display, though he didn’t mind it. With his hand resting on the cool elf’s cheek, his fingertips eased their way up into the linings of his hair. Sharp fangs nipped at the other’s chilled lower lip, but his hand held Uriel’s head close so that there was no escape from his clutches.

Ꮚ — if you know whats good