“Leave it to you to take “flattery will get you everywhere” and run away with it,” the mage responds, raising his chin as his immortal lover touched at it. “You know I love it when you throw those pretty words at me, my dear. Though if I were asked to describe you, I would, with all my love, of course, say that you’re all of the putrid, evil darkness of humanity wrapped up in a very, VERY intimidating meat sack. You reek of chaos and anger and there’s nothing and no one I desire more.”
@light-of-judgment
That comment drew a smirk from the immortal who took his space against his husband, letting the god lean against him. He trailed his fingertips down along Kefka’s neck, ever so lightly along his pulse point.
“Pretty words?” He purred. “No, never. I only ever speak the truth when it comes to you, my Divine.”
As Kefka described him, that only kept that smirk still on the Accursed’s lips.
“Pleased you find my destructive tendencies so seductive.”
