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How did Queen manage to talk him into that was still uncertain. There were so many things that could go wrong with that alone but alas, there they were. He had been talking into allowing the other to get away too close to him and was already wondering if he could turn back on that without hurting Queen’s feelings.

The Basilisk sat down, taking his time to get confortable before giving a signal for Queen to come. He was thankful that the other was being cautious about approaching him. He understood the problem or at least how reluctant Sylphid was about all that.

His eyes on fixed on the other, like a snake would look at it’s pray, seeing every movement, every breath. If Queen showed even a sligh sign that he wasn’t being able to handle the poison, he would be the first to step away. Even when he couldn’t see him, the Sylphid remained tense and alert, paying close attention to the sounds the Alraune would make.

He was so used to be alone and away from everyone that he felt himself get even more tense when Queen leaned against his back. So that was being close to someone, that was how it felt to be near another person. How long had it been since he had done that kind of thing with anyone? More than he’d like to Sylphid couldn’t deny, he liked that sentation. Queen felt warm against him. Actually.. it was quite nice.

Don’t get used to it.

@devilishalraune / @meitoshi

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♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses

It was one of those rare times when both Sylphid and Queen had finished their tasks in the Underworld earlier and had headed to the world above to actually spend some time together. He was starting to get used to that again, specially now that they could get somewhat closer, physically speaking.

How upset the Basilisk was when the other specter went so far only to gain immunity to his poison, without a warning, without not even as a word of warning of what he was planning to do. Then again, if they had discussed before hand, Sylphid would have never allowed Queen to go that far, to keep him there for so long. So much pain and suffering had been inflicted on that day.

Not to mention the mental pain of seeing a friend die before his eyes over and over again. That alone had earned a cold shoulder from Sylphid that lasted more than a month. He needed time to heal his the wounds left by that... event and didn't want to look at the other's face for a long time.

But that was all behind them now.

They were now sitting side by side, almost touching each other, and watching the sunset. Just enjoying the end of another day of 'work' in peace, without the gloomy atmosfere that the Underworld had. Not that specters minded it, but it was a good change of scenary every once in a while. Specially when all he saw was the souls and the swirling sand of the prision he guarded.

Being so close was still so weird for him. It was hard not to push the other away, not to fear inflicting him pain by simply being near him. Was that how it felt to be near his comnrads? Was that how it felt to not keep his perhaps exagerated distance all the time? He couldn't tell exactly how he felt about that, it was still a whole new concept to him but it wasn't unpleasant.

Sylphid closed his eyes, enjoying the last rays of sun that were warming his face, and allowing a small smile to appear on his lips. That was nice, definitely pleasant.

And then he felt a pair of lips being gently pressed  against his forehead. He could tell that they belonged to Queen since there was no one else around and he would have known if any stranger had gotten close. The Basilisk froze complely as if he was made of stone. He couldn't move, all muscles were suddently tense. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to react to that?!

@deviantbanshie | @meitoshi

“Тоже самое для вас, не так ли?” He replied, and not only accepted the vodka but both of them made a toast. “To our Victory.”

“Спасибо, моя дорогая. In the end, I was out for way longer than the intented. And I’m sorry for that.” The reply came along with a somewhat rare and caring smile from his lips. “It seems you kept everything in order in a way I, alone, could never do.”

Burton Film Sentence Pack.

“And you won’t even offer me a whine before chopping me head off again? Me, who’s so often offering you entertainment, my dear?” The smirk on the Mandrake’s lips was wide, the single eye fixed on Queen’s as he approached the other while removing his helmet. “What did I do this time to deserve such hate?”

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