#nectar-imperial

aaaaaa that's great to hear ;w; with all the other weeks and tob release i figured sept was a good time ! i'll def keep you posted

i was actually thinking of doing one too!! i'm running the aruju week right now and thinking of doing kresnikcest week in sept !!

IM CRACKING UP

Zaveid raises a hand in greeting. “Hey babe.”

Eizen huffs as he lands in front of Zaveid, the rush of wind pushing him back a step or two. Eizen butts his head against Zaveid’s chest - it’s all hard and pointy spikes, but hey, at least he hadn’t greeted Zaveid by trying to eat him.

“Missed your pretty face,” Zaveid tells him, and Eizen snorts, like he knows Zaveid means miss your pretty face, but he he keeps rubbing up against Zaveid like a huge contented house-cat. “Wait, did you miss my pretty face?”

Eizen’s tail lashes once, the way that means no but he’s probably lying.

“You totally missed me, babe,” Zaveid says, reaching under Eizen’s chin to scratch at his softer scales. “I’ll come visit more often. Promise.” He drops a kiss to the ridge over Eizen’s eye. Not as blue as it used to be.

Eizen nudges Zaveid’s stomach. He rumbles inquisitively, and it’d taken a long time for Zaveid to learn the difference between wanna fuck rumbles and I’m hungry rumbles. Those had been some fun times. Fun, fun times.

“Wait. You’re taking her ice skating for your first date?”

“Sure! What can possibly go wrong?”

Rose holds out her hands and says, “Just hang on to me and you’ll be fine, I promise!”

Alisha tentatively steps onto the ice, still wobbly on her skates. They both skid as she gets both feet on the ice, and Alisha clings desperately to Rose, yelping.

“That’s it!” Rose says. “You’re a natural!”

“Rose, no I-” Alisha actually tries to step again on the ice and almost faceplants - it ends up looking kind of more like a swoon into Rose’s arms. She goes bright red. “Um.”

“Hey,” Rose says. “Don’t worry so much. A few minutes on the ice, and I’ll have you dancing, Princess.” As usual, Alisha’s blush deepens at the nickname.

“Don’t... don’t let go, okay?” Alisha says, very carefully moving her death-grip on Rose’s arms to Rose’s hands instead.

it’s meant to be routine. normal, home in time for supper (and won’t that be good? ludger’s been cooking more extravagant meals lately, setting the table with candles and... well. it’s a little too romantic for julius’ taste, but ludger seems to like it and anything that makes ludger happy), not even worth bringing other agents in with him

instead, julius finds himself shaking

ludger smiles at him. his face is shot through with black and one of his eyes is red-pink, but he’s still ludger. “aren’t you going to do it?” ludger asks. he’s crying still, and he doesn’t move when julius wipes his tears away. “aren’t you going to kill me like you killed my mother?”

julius’ breath hisses in between his teeth. “no” he says, “no, no never never” and ludger sobs and shoves at him, and julius will have to because-

because he has to go home. he has another ludger to go home to. his ludger. but to get there he’ll have to...

“you’re going to” ludger says, like he can see the shift in julius’ face. he sobs “you should” and he reaches up to kiss julius like that will be any sort of an encouragement. like it will make julius want to kill ludger

“i love you” julius whispers, half into ludger’s mouth, and when he activates his chromatus he stops the lance only a whisper from his own chest (he aches around the thought, of spearing them both through - that would be the way to go, if he had the choice)

ludger’s cry goes abruptly silent as the dimension breaks; when julius gets home, ludger’s set the table for a more comfortable dinner than he’d been expecting