STARVATION.

that were days ago. yet the euphoric high didn't cease, he was practically ragnvaldr's shadow. no room never having both of their company. the attempt was made to back off, do not drown everything he loves with his love. but his fingers say otherwise. brushing at first before trapping arm rendering it useless as @voidfeast stirs. laptop were open on the counter just next to him. curiosity takes his chin; adjusting glasses to squint. “ ragn? what is this? a website? ” releasing his grip he picks up same laptop. humming as he chuckles— not much were there. actually the only thing on the starter page was the address. zeke jumped at any chance to assist his lover. while he couldn't cook meals, or repair bedframes. at last he could add something to his tool belt besides changing light bulbs. not even needing a latter. husband could lift him up the missing inches with ease.

that is what held his attention, having moved to the table the only sound was a silence. tapping of keys every so often. entirely engrossed he hadn't heard ding of the oven, waft of dinner. fish dish. missing his nose he typed away. hand finds his shoulder. rubs there as he grunts about dinner. saying he'll make plate if he can exchange it for the laptop. zeke at first fails to answer beside silent nod. those weeks had worn on his husband too. hands move from perching his shoulder, down his chest. other is quick to twin before both of them squeeze. no words. ( RAGNVALDR INQUIRED : CHOMPS his cheek. he totally ate lunch today, he's absolutely not hungry at all- UNPROMPTED ☆. CLOSED ) gasp as he turns his head, lips are captured taking his breath hostage. hoisted up until he's seated on same table. hands are feverish over him and he has nothing to hide. starving as purple colors his neck across his collar bone. zeke's own hand keep hold of red. tresses like a leash keeping his lover close to his chest. a prayer of moan pushing past his own lips. it reaches ragn— only when his attention attempts to divert attention back to beckoning lcd screen. to when he snatches up both his wrists forcing his back flush against wood. stuck above his head he can't help but grin. chest rising and falling, sheepishly he chuckles. “ alright alright. my attention is yours. ”

grunt is his response before he's collected. juggled with empty bowls in the outlanders arms. seat that acted more like a throne he's gently placed. zeke enjoys that. it convinces him he's a constant force in @voidfeast, taking up multiple rooms. both their baggages intertwined. pot is brought, something is ladled into it. he isn't sure what the concoction is. never was he good with remembering the names of dishes past knowing their ingredients. what he couldn't say is exactly what he could taste. spoon is thrusted toward him and he opens his mouth accordingly. hum of praises with a thumbs up. that could have been seen as a mistake by some. point of no return. another spoon comes, then another and then— ( RAGNVALDR INQUIRED : he's been shoving spoonfuls of soup down his throat for at least 5 minutes, that bowl is too big for a normal soup bowl, will it ever end? Ragnvaldr doesn't seem tired of this repetitive task, yet on the other hand, he's also not commenting on anything , his expression remains unreadable besides a hint of determination shining in his eyes. UNPROMPTED ☆. OPEN ) the bowl was never ending. though he's used to his antics by now. caring in his unwavering way even as his stare stays blank and unreadable. other's body leaning forward closing the little space they had seperated.