#withercrown

Ed would win. He always won.

But Izzy would have this moment, this boat, this lantern, this fog that felt like it was shielding them.’

From Chapter 8 of Curse of Hospitality by Withercrown / @withercrown

I’ve been enjoying this story way too much.

[email protected] I saw this in my inbox from you I internally screamed...I AM UP FOR WRITING SOME THRAUL I do not know if I will be able to do them the same level of justice that you or the wonderful other writers have done but I will attempt to do so, I adore the concept of these two together a bit too much.

ALSO YES TO THE TWO HEARTS, I use that fact so often is become a theme for me!

I am enthraulled to write this! ( terrible pun is terrible)

ENJOY

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Thraul (Thrawn x Maul)

Prompt 9. Listening to the other's heartbeat.

From the view of an observer, you will not imagine the composed figure was acquainted with the other. He was tall in stature and as blue as the sky, the opposite of the other. Red eyes inspecting the area before him, he was quite focused on the structures and architecture and glances at the other at times.

Continually in motion and even when paused bristled with tension and ready to strike, a crimson shade with a crown of horns about his head. Black markings upon his face and likely the rest of his form. He keeps a close distance to the blue Chiss.

Admiral Thrawn somehow had continually kept by the former Sith now only known as Maul...two opposing forces that somehow had not destroyed another. Thrawn with endless strategies and steps planned before his opponent had a chance. Maul whose determination and penchant for impassioned feats of destruction left no one standing. How they had not destroyed another is anyone's guess...

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Maul lays back on the bed and Thrawn follows, comfortably placing his head on Maul's chest. The Chiss had a temperature slightly lower than normal and as such would not be the Zabrak's preference, but Maul clung to each touch, the slightest brush of skin, any bit of affection granted to him. Thrawn was not one for public displays but in private he made an exception, more so for Maul.

Maul sighs into the touch of Thrawn's hand against his cheek and there's a small request for Maul to not say a word.

Maul was not one to be silenced.

"Let me listen." Thrawn elaborates if it can be called that. The Chiss presses his ear over the center of Maul's chest just in between the middle of his twin hearts. A steady beat, faster than a Chiss or a Humans and resulting in Maul's elevated body temperature...

Soothing and familiar as well as easily influenced. Thrawn smiles slightly as he moves his hand from Maul's cheek to his neck, the beat quickens slightly.

A slight change in touch caused that. Thrawn places a kiss against Maul's chest and feels the thrum of his hearts. A kiss always did that...

"Are you done toying with my hearts?" Maul asks, even in this dark room Thrawn can note the darkened burgandy now on the Zabraks's face.

" I am not toying with them I am merely admiring them," Thrawn again places another kiss upon Maul's flesh. Blue lips cool against burning crimson red.

Maul's hearts again flutter.

"Merely admiring," said Thrawn as he lays his head down to listen once more.

Maul wraps his arms about the Chiss and stays silent, sans for the purrs that come about...a new sound that the Chiss listens for. A rumbling like thunder just under his cheek...