@killcured : the demon captures the mage's chin with careful digits, crimson eyes behold the man before him with a dangerous grin on strong features. " i wonder what sounds i'll drag out of you this time around, " he chuckles lowly as he leans in, his lips tease against leander's. " think you'll sing for me again tonight, pretty boy? "
𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 him, the fallen vestiges of life tingling at his fingertips with the purred out promise. the mage's reaction is nigh on instantaneous, lashes lidding over brilliant steel green hues and the shadows only further accentuating the traitorous red that flushes his cheeks. even back here, in the dimly lit booth, illuminated by a single candle and tucked away in the far corner of the tavern, leander's gaze speaks for itself. certainly, it doesn't help that they are close enough for one of those mile long legs to have settled along ais' thigh, bodies pressed close, but he's hardly considered that with he words whispered so sweetly to him.
a hand toys absently with one of the necklaces about the demon's neck, and leander doesn't look away - nor does he fully close his eyes when his soft tiers are brushed so gently, almost patronizing in intensity. callouses dip briefly over ais' clavicle and the mage can only hum, resisting the very real urge to chase ais' lips like he needed them to breathe. instead, he offers him an ever so charming smile.
" you know i don't sing in public, ais. " he murmurs out, gaze dipping away from crimson hues long enough to skirt around the shadows. as usual, the place is packed, bloodhound members and others alike keeping both drinks and suspect food flowing. their eyes meet once more, and he hooks his finger through a necklace, leaning forward once again to press soft lips to the demons own. by all descriptors, it could be labeled as a chaste kiss - but the way leander takes his time pulling away, the way he slowly opens his eyes halfway - the gleam of unearthly green almost eerie in the dark, and the way he looks almost ravenous... paints a much more sensuous picture than a simple peck.
" ...usually, that is. " for ais, he'd do many things.













