♔ King with No Crown ♔

Send me ಠ_ಠ to know an inappropriate thought my muse has had about yours.

send me ❄ and my muse will kiss yours

Your muse and my muse are having coffee. Send a ✿ for my muse's reaction when your muse kisses my muse on the cheek.

Send me a ♬ and I'll shuffle my iTunes and whatever song pops up, I'll use the first line as the starter.

~ Lovable ~

{ ♔ } A small sigh escaped from Vector as he rested his forehead against Durbe's. He loved the nicknames they had for each other, but what made Vector the happiest was that, even with the nicknames, he and Durbe were on an equal footing. One wasn't above the other... He basked in the warmth radiating from his lover, just enjoying his touch. The idea that he was there and he was his and his alone. It was selfishness, that much was true. But it was justified selfishness. He wasn't going to share Durbe's heart with anyone, if he could control it.  Arms wrapped around the knight, Vector nuzzling his face into the crook of Durbe's neck and closing his eyes. He was comfortable in the other's arms and was happy to remain there. "I wouldn't have it any other way, either."  Vector's words were muffled by Durbe's clothes, but it was clear that he was happy from the tone of his voice.