#totenwolf

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             Somewhere, in the far, far, distant, very distant recesses of his mind, the slightest functioning rationality he has left cries in aggravation, in sorrow, and in absolute hopelessness. This smartest part of himself that is not arse-drunk is currently yelling at him to stop before he cannot stop anymore.

             But, as mentioned, that portion of his wit is somewhere really far from him, so he hears its voice not and continues on with the deed he is sure to regret in the morning when he sobers.

              So, now here we witness the less, far less, rational side of him, drunk out of proportions, sit comfortably on the albino’s lap, arms wrapped loosely around the Prussian’s neck and lips gently on the latter’s; and due to the drunken stupor he is in, he sees a lover, not an enemy. That being said, clouded eyes narrow as his face croons forward to deepen the kiss - ever so gentle, ever so loving, ever so unlike himself.

              Being drunk, apparently, heightens his desperation for company and… something more.