" do not tell me you have grown taller somehow. this is becoming quite a problem. "
@omendus
darius can’t help but chuckle, the weariness from the long time abroad hardly mattering at face of the little quip of his lover. he cups his face, touch gentle despite the gauntlet, despite his sheer size, and his grip shifts, traces the line of swain’s jaw before it slips into his hairline, cards through the thick of his hair. holding the back of his head, he leans in and pecks him on the lips, all gestures far too affectionate to be forceful, to feel demanding.
how odd, how steel turns to flesh, how myth turns into man under the right circumstances. how much odder that it should be jericho swain of all people to hold such claim to his heart; the demon general, the silver-tongued menace of noxus---somehow, this was the only man fit for his affections.
the might has no real complaint, only awe at how easily the absurd becomes truth.
“considering my age, my love, i doubt that is even possible.”
there’s a humored smile upon his lips, he himself far too aware of how often their banter came in such shades. he pulls away, thumb swiping gently at his cheek before it parts from jericho’s skin completely.
