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One of my favorite things to draw is wings and favorite to render is the face.

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Tw: Suggestive, making out, drinking, bad(?) tipsy decisions, they get cockblocked by Yuki #webelieveinservicetopmirelo, not proof read

Mirelo is red - Marcellus is blue - Yuki is pink

Marcellus slowly tapped the door in desperation. Their mind was fogged and their head pounded against their skull. The only person that wouldn't activate the ticking time bomb in their mind right now, was their shopkeeper. They continued their knocking, it was about 30 minutes before he opened. But they prayed he'd be a good soul enough to let them in.

After a couple minutes the wooden door swung open causing Marcellus to stumble forward a bit into the building.

“Uh, can I help you, Marcellus?” Mirelo’s confused tone barely registered through Marcellus’ ears before they immediately begged to be let inside.

“Please just let me in, I just need somewhere to be right now.” Practically on the verge of tears, he gave in without a fight.

“I mean, I open in 30 minutes, but uhm… Sure.” He shuffled aside, holding the door open to let them in. A wash of relief fell over Marcellus as they sauntered inside with small mutters of ‘thank you’s under their breath. The shop smelled and looked like it usually did. The smoke of the furnace and the metallic scent from the weaponry and armor. The only source of light came from the furnace in the back of the open room. Allowing the area to be covered in a warm glow all around and all items hit with a small yellow hue. It was cozy, to say the least. A comfortable place compared to the constant frigid outside.

A small awkward silence fell over the two. I mean, it's not like they haven't been alone with each other before. Hell, they slept in the same bed just because they asked. Mirelo worked close to the fire, focusing on a new spear to add to the wall to sell. Marcellus started to space out, staring into the wall littered with armor in front of them. The noise around them became faint. Only little sniffles here and then were clear. Until a puff of smoke erupted from the furnace followed with the sounds of mild coughing. They whipped their head towards the sound, a newfound concern and worry interrupted their disassociation.

Without a second thought, they jumped up to go help the man. His face revealed to be covered in soot from the furnace sneezing in his face. 

“Oh- Uh.. Shoot- let me help.” They took his face in their hands. Examining carefully before reaching one of their hands down to the end of their scarf. As they began to wipe off the dark ash off his face, Mirelo's heart quickened. His face heated underneath their touch and he stiffened. Marcellus finished cleaning up his face before realizing what they had done. They let out small awkward laughs, backing up to sit back down on one of the benches. Not looking forward towards the silence again, they began to finally rant about what had been going on, to be begging to be let into his shop. They rambled about the constant bread, the cons and tolls of parenting, and not being able to find a drink anywhere that they so hopelessly needed.

That last statement lingered in the air for a bit. Mirelo's cogs turned, remembering the carefully hidden bottle of white wine behind the lined up spears and glaives. He strode towards the weapons with a practiced ease.

“Well,” He started, beginning to separate the blades.

“I have this wine that Solenne had given me. She wanted me to feel better, and she doesn't drink anymore. So you can have it. I haven't drank much of it.” He held the large glass bottle by its neck, keeping it in a chokehold so that it wouldn't slip out of his hands. He set it on the table in front of the surprised half-foot.

They questioned, “Really? Are you sure?” For one–they didn't want to take something of a loved one if it wasn't theirs–and second, the delivery man would be suggesting that they get comfortable and drink in his establishment. Mirelo nodded with a certain look on his face. About to turn back to work, Marcellus blurted out,

“Hey, if you don't mind. Do you wanna share the bottle with me? It's too much for me to just drink alone.” Mirelo hesitated, thinking of the consequences. Although, there were a fair share of none. Since he wasn't the type of person to get drunk so easily.

"...Yeah. Sure."

“Great! Now uhm, do you have any glasses or anything to drink this out of?”

“Nope. We're drinking it out of the bottle.”

“Okay, yeah, that's fine–great even! Ha…” Indirect kissing. They're indirectly kissing for the first time without him even knowing the type of feelings they have for him.

With a slight pause, they shakily raised their hand from the table and reached for the bottle. They put a hand on the neck. It was cold to the touch and had a smooth texture. The lip of the label slightly peeled off the top. The alcohol inside swished as they raised the bottle to their mouth, the other hand holding the bottom of the giant glass for support. They squeezed their eyes shut as they took the first gulp.

Their face relaxed. Their eyebrows far from taught and muscles melted. They gently slammed the bottle onto the table, a small ‘ahh..’ leaving their mouth. The wine was sweet to the taste and light on their tongue. It had a slight orange and peach flavor with a little fizz.

Mirelo sat next to them with a practiced ease, watching them sip from the bottle. Before Marcellus took another sip, they glanced at Mirelo beside them. A slight guilt panged their heart from the odd look in his eye. Since they were already a little buzzed, they couldn't pinpoint it exactly. But then again, he was hard to read in general.

“Oh right, sorry..” They wiped their chin.

“Here, have some.” They slid the bottle towards the man. Watching him pick up the bottle effortlessly in a singular hand, and began chugging it without a single word. The juices spilled from the sides and slipped down his chin, down to his neck. Which is where he stopped.

“Thanks. I forgot how good it was.” Absolutely appalled, nervous, and flustered, they continued drinking to try and soothe all the odd feelings inside.