#rosmond

    “Evidently,” was all he managed. Both hands hovered over Waylon’s head, waiting to find the witch’s pace before touching, mindful of his chill. He would hear no objection from his companion. Only a barely-there moan, finally equaling his energy. Blind hands roaming to give as good as he received. Waylon’s shirt needed to be destroyed, and a simple show of strength tore the fabric from bottom hem to collar.

Waylon gasped softly as he felt his shirt rip, and he shuddered at how easily Rosmond tore the fabric. Then they were kissing again, and Waylon’s tongue tangled with Rosmond’s as his fingers struggled desperately with the button on Rosmond’s pants. 

@anedendarkly

"Depends on the vampire, and the mistake. I have seen murderous frenzy. If the mistake was found to be sabotage, calculation of many years for revenge. Heard rumor once, by former Domitor, of an associate walking into the sunrise from embarrassment."

Waylon stopped what he was doing, he held a fist-full of pumpkin innards suspended over the massacred fruit, and he gave Rosmond an incredulous frown.

Waylon loves teaching Rosmond magic. Rosmond’s interest in what he does is always very flattering for the witch, and he’s been excited to share what he can with Rosmond. 

The fact that he enjoys making bath bombs for Waylon, and makes them for Waylon when gifts are exchanged, has become one of Waylon’s favorite expectations about special occasions between them.

    Practical gifts, as they were most every year. More of Rosmond’s handmade bath bombs, memorized years ago via Waylon’s instruction. Candles for his spellcraft, and a magnified paper weight. Saying “happy Yule” still sounded too strange from his lips. So instead, he kissed Waylon’s forehead.

The gifts, as with every year, were both thoughtful, and practical. Bath bombs that Waylon would make use of as soon as possible, candles that would stay safe in his room off the kitchen, the only place he ever dared to light a flame on the property, and a paperweight that would stay safe in his new desk at Leon’s shop. 

“These are perfect, Rosmond. Thank you,” Waylon placed a kiss on Rosmond’s cheek, and he offered his own package to the vampire. 

“I know I went a little overboard  last year so- I tried to keep it a little more simple this time,” Waylon giggled. 

“I made that,” Waylon explained as Rosmond opened it. “There’s a spell on it, to offer you protection, or as Leon put it- to- ‘increase your luck’. Helps things... miss you- so to speak- or help you push just that little bit further. It gives you a little boost, when you wear it. Making it myself adds to it’s strength.” 

Waylon nodded, and he looked thoughtfully into the inside of his pumpkin for a moment before digging in again.