#texashunt

the saying 'drunk in love' doesn't nearly come close to describing the trance-like state vaughn enters when moments ( as few and far between the may be ) come around. he feeds off of this type of energy, in the most literal sense. the soft atmosphere, the intimacy of the action he's performing, the way john's aura radiates this dreamy golden hue --- everything, he can see and feel and drown himself deep into; akin to getting cozy under a thick comforter on a winter's night. the more he exist in this state of bliss, the less he wants to swim back up for air.

he continues carding his fingers through those golden strands and purrs with sweet surrender when he feels john's lips grace his thigh so --- romantically... he's so deep in his amorous state that he doesn't flinch too much when john hit with the realization of what's happening. he opens his eyes ( he didn't even know they were closed ) to meet the other's shocked, near terrified expression and stuttering voice. he only responds with one finger coming to rest on the wolf's lips.

"Alright handsome, listen," Odd gave a flash of a winning grin as he tugged off his gloves-- finishing with his initial examination. "As sturdy as I'm sure you are-- you just got hit by a car." Even though Odd somehow didn't sense all that much of an injury, and even then it was healing... faster than Odd expected it.

Normally Ashe liked to wear button ups on his usual days, but today was a different matter. The shop's attic needed reorganizing, which meant moving heavy boxes around. Which meant the wolf was walking around in a tank top while he moved boxes and old furniture. Sure, he could have done this with magic, but the calculations and effort it would've taken would have been more than just picking up a box and putting it else where.

Thankfully, Ashe had a strong southern half-wolf he could ask to give him a hand. So the afternoon had just been them in close proximity moving boxes, and occasionally Ashe giving John a kiss of thanks while they moved everything.

Ashe hadn't expected the squeeze on his bicep. It might've just been John trying to get his attention, but Ashe couldn't help but tease as he grinned at the other. "What, see somethin' you like?" Ashe questioned as he flexed his bicep, scars and sigil tattoos on full display for John. Ashe wasn't bulky by any means, but it was clear that he had muscle to be proud of judging by his solid his bicep was.

{ First five 💋 get kisses! } { 1/5 }

How comfortable was it to find someone that you could share your burdens with? Who understands your condition so whole-heartedly that you can share concerns with them that you've never told anyone else.

Ashe had grown this kind of comfort with John over many flasks of whiskey and late nights talking about their adventures and hunts over the years. It had almost become part of Ashe's routine to spend time with John whenever their paths crossed (which seemed to be more and more often lately).

His laughter rumbled through the empty night at some joke John had made about one of their mutual hunts. The whiskey warmed his face as he watched John for a long moment-- while they both laid side-by-side to gaze at the stars as they talked.

And John seemed to be watching him too.

Ashe chewed his bottom lip in thought for a moment, before a drunken eh, fuck it dashed any anxiety of what he was about to do out the door. He leaned in, slowly enough to give John a chance to pull away if he didn't want this, and pressed his lips to John's. It was a warm, buzzing sensation that spread through his lips as their breath laden with whiskey mingled in the cool fall air between them.

And God it felt good.

Maybe it was impulse. Maybe it was a yearning for touch that Ashe hadn't felt in over a decade. Maybe he just really liked spending his nights listening to John talk on-and-on. Either way, Ashe pulled away with a warm smile toward John.

@texashunt

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I… I just -"

The words left him automatically as he tried to stand, palms pressing against the pavement to steady himself. His head remained lowered, motion stalled not from hesitation but from the sudden surge of system activity, as warning indicators flared across his vision while a diagnostic routine initiated on its own. The last few seconds replayed in fragmented data, measuring the force of the impact, verifying processor integrity, checking the outer shell and internal components for structural damage. Status lines flickered faster than a human eye could follow, confirming his core functions were still intact even as alerts persisted.

Most of the passersby had already moved on and left the scene. Perhaps they assumed everything was under control, or perhaps the blue "blood" trailing down Simon's face had been explanation enough. Androids were expected to be fine --- after all, they did not feel pain.

When the PL600 eventually managed to sit up straight, he took a slow breath he didn't even really require. His blue eyes were confused as internal programs continued to run quickly, listing damage, calculating loss, and telling him he needed to refill the Thirium he had just spilled. A small groan left him as he held his head --- then he finally noticed the man beside him, still being there and being the only one remaining. For a moment Simon only stared, blinking a few times, a little dazed before the realization settled in … Someone had actually stayed. "Oh, damn... sorry." The blonde male voiced, returning an uncertain, excusatory smile. "You really didn't have to see that. Not exactly a normal day getting punched in the middle of nowhere, huh?" He exhaled and tried to stand, pushing himself up while warning messages continued to flicker across his vision. "Definitely can't show up at work like this…" Simon uttered, primarily to himself rather than addressing the stranger.

Thirium ran down along his temple and onto the collar of his light blue shirt, slowly soaking into the fabric of Simon's pastel blue shirt he wore, staining it in saturated azure. There was no dent he could detect, nothing that needed full repair much to his luck, but it was still damage nonetheless.