#loyalbones

nonverbal actions // accepting

              What was he, a couch? People sure did like to treat him as their own personal resting spot these days, and Ayalon purses his lips the moment he see’s the gentle rise and fall of Wormwood’s chest. Signs that he had quickly fallen unconscious in his relaxed state. The Deity, once a harbinger of death and ruin, had never imagined that other’s would grow to feel at ease around him. Stupid, is what Ayalon thinks, they’ve grown much too arrogant. Even a fool knew to keep their distance, so what did that make Wormwood?

          Ayalon shifts slowly underneath Wormwoods weight, careful not to wake him. His own body leans against the cushion supporting them both, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling. He supposes he could allow this, at least just once. Someone relaxed enough to fall asleep around him, much less against him, was a foreign feeling. One Ayalon was unsure if he liked or not. He’s never gotten to think much about softer affection, such gentleness and signs of trust were not often given to Ayalon. He’s never had the chance to decide on his conflicting feelings, and even when his arms come up to wrap around Wormwood’s chest, keeping him close as Ayalon settles in a laxing posture, apart of him still doesn’t want to decide. Can’t teach old dogs new tricks, a moment of stillness isn’t enough to combat a God’s true nature. At least, not Ayalon’s.

❝  N.SFW HEADCANONS.

         they like giving oral, yes. and sometimes so much so that they’ll go ahead and get themself off at the same time, too. their partner really has to beat them too it if they don’t want that. io doesn’t mind either way, it’s the act of giving and knowing that they were the one making their partner feel good that matters.

& in that same universe , there definitely wasn’t blood running down his nose. “ .... you saw nothing. ”

The game she played with him for week’s on end. It had never gone over two week’s. Mostly because she could have never kept herself away from him for so long. The bickering turned endearing some how. 

The way his eye’s seemed to flash towards her when she showed. 

The SOFT (for him) text messages made her smile at her phone. 

A simple touch of his hand against her skin would send her reeling for hours on end. 

It WORRIED her. 

How was someone so fucking, HONORABLE, LOYAL, (handsome was not a word she was going to look too close at either) FASCINATING, like him going to ever like someone as remotely worth his time like herself. She was an ALPHA sure. 

But he was a KING. 

That was something entirely different. 

She could barely keep herself cleaning. Keep herself from doing thing’s she knew wouldn’t be RESPECTABLE for someone who was his EQUAL. 

But she had fucked up this time. She had stayed away for three week’s, almost a month. Enough time for her to see, she couldn’t spend whatever this life she had, without him. 

Not that she was going to admit it out right to him, not unless she needed too. He should know, right?

That’s what lead her here, to this spot. The little pub that he had taken her too all those, year’s? Months? It felt like such a long time. 

Finger’s moving through gold tresses, smoothing them down from the train ride here. She should have gotten a place to stay washed up first. Maybe tried to look presentable. 

The faded holy jean’s and stretched out tank top with her leather jacket just didn’t seem her enough. Hair messy from not being kept up with for a couple day’s thrown around from the wind she was sure he wouldn’t recognize her. Not to mention the black eye that hadn’t healed over right, the busted lip that she probably still had some dried blood on. A rib or two was broken slowly healing, she wasn’t going to take off her jacket either to have him found out all the other nasty little marks she had on her body from her time away. 

Not like he’d notice right?

Yeah he wouldn’t. That’s why she went inside, sat in the farthest darkest corner she could find to wait. Her phone was dead so even if she wanted to call him, she couldn’t. Damn thing was useless right now. Not that it mattered, she was sure the moment she found him she could call Iarla who could call Artem and they could figure out a way to get her back. 

But all that matters now is she would wait for him, for however long she needed too. 

        “I’ve had mine for a very very long time, I think you’d like her,” gold continues to rest against them wherever there’s room, arms holding them in place as his ears start to turn more and more red. Perhaps the gravity of the offer is lost on them, but their nonchalance makes him feel better about it. “It doesn’t have to be today if you have things to do, it could be next week. I’m not sure you’ll like it since it’s no where near any water. There’s a park across the way, though. It might have a little pond full of things you’re not allowed to eat.”