#glaiv

                        ❝ Positively freezing. ❞  

   It’s an absolute LIE, but he still speaks through suave teeth, an infliction of desire beneath his tongue.  He likes being on top; how far down he is doesn’t matter one bit.  The view is better — and the feeling of a man’s muscular thighs clutching, RIDING against the pin of his grasp —  ……. It’s a guilty pleasure.  Not one he can indulge often.

anything you know i know… thanks /mentor/.

Cane scraped against the ground to draw attention to himself, throat clearing in an almost sheepish manner.

“Ah think.. perhaps next time it might be best t'meet at Glaive headquarters lad, this was a.. wee bit of an adventure.” There was a dusting of pink against high cheekbones, embarrassment bringing colour to his cheeks.

“Forgive my lateness, truly, Nyx.”

@glaiv

           sudden shout— were he not familiar with the voice he’d turn with sword and hackles raised, never one to take a day off when a shield is never resting. yet he does, recognition softening harshness, slowing the turn on heel to something leisurely, unhurried; would he’d rather that the day passes without acknowledgement, allowed to slip wordless into tomorrow, but companions appear to be loathe to such a possibility.

           not entirely disliked, mind you. met with amused exasperation if nought else, a resigned acceptance towards the quips and joking no doubt wont to grace his ears, and he expects it from nyx all the same. imagine the surprise then, towards sudden softness, tenderness of lips brushing feather light against the height of a scarred cheek that tempts rose to blossom bright across tanned skin.