these moments are few
05-14-2021, 08:36 AM
Then it would be so. Venom was quick to push such formal affairs aside as she settled neatly into his side, pressing the greyish-black of her pelt into the blue of his. For a while he'd found her new markings to be quite the mystery, he didn't know what they meant or if anything at all but now that he looked upon her with a hint of warmth in his gaze he couldn't imagine her any other way. Nor would he ever want to. The Shogun would always struggle to admit such things aloud but it was no doubt obvious enough to Venom, in the way he sighed a little as he leaned further into his touch. Pushing so that very few parts of their forms weren't touching, connected in some way.
She was quick to take advantage of his lowered guard and snuck in for a kiss. It always surprised him how she managed to touch him with such pronounced gentleness, he'd seen her wield tooth and claw before, knew of the damage she could inflict and yet she cared. Held him as though he was something to be cherished and treasured, as though looking beyond his cold exterior was simply in her nature. Perhaps it had been too long since they'd last held one another, had he been neglecting her and his duties as a husband? Surely she would have told him as much, right?
He pressed in close, allowing the moment of reprieve to linger on as the warmth of her form soon overtook that of the fire. Raising his paw, his talon gently caught the edge of her ear and slid down the length of it. In a rare, if not playful touch.