#spoopy--executioner

           A soft grunt escaped the noir’s lips. He had to set a small fire while he read after a while. The days were getting shorter as it were. He huffed at his mate, his hand lightly slapping down on his lap when the book was taken away from him. “Is it midnight already?” He softly questioned. Jabberwock looked over at the younger Chain that sat beside him on the swing. A soft smile came from the smaller man’s rosy lips. The Guardian leaned over to press a light kiss to his mate’s cheek, his flame extinguishing in his other hand as he cupped the other side of Demios’ face. Said necklace dangled from around his neck, shimmering dully in the moonlight. 

           “Thank you, so much Demios. Not only for this, but for making my life a little easier and…slowly learning to take it easier on myself. These past few years have been nice to me thanks to you, and I can never thank you enough.” Jabberwock took the ring gently from the box and slid it on his right ring finger. He cupped the redhead’s cheek once more, pressing a few more kisses to the side of his face until finally, he pressed a firm one upon Demios’ lips.