#klyk

Well, here's a remake of a family photo!

I decided to make the photo look older.

omg lmao. Seriously? You guys don’t even know them, idk if there will be enough context. It’s not even done yet tbh, but I mean, here’s a section I guess? I do have actual art of them somewhere, but I’m too lazy to find it so I’ll include some cheap dollmaker mock-ups so you can see what they look out without having access to the whole story with descriptions. 

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Of course, after that, it was getting dark, and getting dark meant getting out into the rapidly cooling air. Matt climbed right out, dripping wet and half-aquatic, but Klyk lurked in the water, sulking.

“Come on, babe! It’s only gonna get colder if you wait!”

Klyk pouted, only his head sticking out of the water. “This is why I didn’t want to get wet,” he whined. “It’s gonna be cooooold.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “Big bad fire demon can’t stand the cold air.”

“I’m maybe one of those four things, and you know it,” Klyk scowled.

“I dunno,” Matt said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “You’re pretty big, in my opinion. And I’d know--I’ve got a lot to compare to.”

“What do you--oh.” Klyk caught on a few seconds late, ash-black skin blushing darker. Two weeks ago, he never would have caught the innuendo, but Matt was something of a crash-course in crass humor.

“What if I light the fire?” Matt offered, wandering over towards where Klyk’d had the foresight to set up their camp already. Well, mostly just put up the tent and gather wood, because he hadn’t wanted to do that in the dark. Matt had dragged him into the water before he could get much else accomplished.

“Can you do it without setting your tail on fire this time?” Klyk asked snidely.

“My tail is wet, so yes.” A pause as he rummaged through Klyk’s bag. “Where do you keep your matches?”

“Front pocket on the left,” he instructed.

“Ah, here they are. Okay, let’s see... ...ouch!”

“Matt?” Klyk exclaimed, arms already on the ground to pull himself out of the water. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I just burnt my finger.”

“On a match?!” Klyk exclaimed, exasperated, yanking himself out of the pond. His whole body felt heavy, one of the after-effects of swimming he disliked. He half ran, half crawled over to Matt, a hands-and-feet gait that suited him mostly thanks to his ancestry.

“Hey, matches produce fire,” Matt was saying sullenly as he shook his hand vigorously, wincing.

“I can’t believe you,” Klyk said, skidding to a stop next to his boyfriend and grabbing the injured hand. It wasn’t hard to tell which finger he’d burned--it was redder than the others, and the webbing had already faded.

“Kiss it and make it better?” Matt said, pouting exaggeratedly.

Klyk rolled his eyes, but gave the finger a quick peck.

“Kisses don’t count without tongue; we’ve been over this,” Matt reminded him.

Klyk snorted even as his face heated up again. “You and I both know that’s the last thing a burnt finger needs.”

They have just one (1) Mattress in their hideout! Diffrent colored version below! :3