#ludgerwill

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse…✦ = being well-dressed .

Catching sight of his other from the corner of his eye, Victor looks up from the book he’s reading.

He half-closes the book to smirk at his other over it. “Well well well, don’t we look nice? Hoping to impress someone? I’m sure whoever it is will be very happy.”

x. takin’ care of business ; bachman turner overdrive. xx.

Ludger wasn’t really paying attention when he first saw the navy shirt and suspenders out of the corner of his eyes. In fact, he was trying to haggle down the price of a bag of potatoes (’come on, they’re already sprouting’) for dinner that evening. Then he saw the shock of white hair again and he suddenly broke off, shoved the potatoes back into the shopkeeper’s hands and dashed after the other man.

No. Can’t be.

“Hey~! You over there~”

As soon as he was close enough, he did the first thing he could think of-- he tackled the other man. 

send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.    44. Then there’s tongue

It was raining outside– large but soft drops. The kind that made quiet sounds that made you want to be quiet too, just to listen. The sweet smell of the rainwater on the lake came in through the door.

She looked down at her hands laced with his, then her eyes slowly up to look at his profile silhouetted against the soft glow of the moon peeking in and out of the clouds, the light filtering through the rain and the glass reflecting in a dappled pattern on the room.

“It’s beautiful,” he said quietly. “I’ve never seen so much natural rain before.” He looked down and smiled. 

“Of course, it’s not as beautiful as you. I bet you’d look absolutely stunning out there, with the moonlight and rain in your hair.”

She nudged his shoulder playfully. “No, silly, I’d just be soaked– What are you–”

He grinned, giving her a shove through the open door. 

She turned to look at him with her hands on her hips, trying to look angry.

“Ludger Will Kresnik, how dare you! You get out here too!” 

He was laughing, and she had to suppress her own giggles as she grabbed his hand. He only put up a show of resisting, and she easily pulled him outside with her– and he didn’t stop until he was right up next to her, wrapping one arm around her back

He brushed his other hand through her hair, his voice quiet. “See? I told you.”

“You dork,” she whispered back, putting a hand on the back of his neck so she could reach him better. Her parted lips met his, and he returned the favor– the kiss first slow, then more hungry, but always gentle– she brushed her tongue against his, enjoying the way the kiss tasted indescribably like him but also of the outdoors and the sweet rain.

Gasping, they finally came apart for air, and he spoke against her lips.

“Ready to go in?”

She nodded, feeling her soaked body beginning to shiver. “But… one more time.”