Take my hand

He enjoyed the teasing he got in while they enjoyed the day together. Blissful moments of silly amusement and exploration made the perfect day spent with Mortis. They finished setting up the camp and settled in together just in time to watch the sun begin to set. Bright colors began to light up the sky, and reflected warmly in Mort’s stunning gaze. Like a sunset was happening within his eyes.

As he relaxed into their bearskin bed Mortis was shifting his smaller form. Rolling him over one dark wing so he could fully surround him. He snuggled into soft black feathers as Mort snuggled in close, his nose very nearly touching his own as golden sunlight illuminated them softly. The Fatalis prince whispered conivingly, confessing that he had brought wine along with him.

Hikaru’s pale brows lifted in surprise as he looked up into Mort’s gaze but neither of them made any move to reach for the bottle. A nervous flutter rose in Hikaru’s belly at the mention of the inebriating liquid. "Planning to liquor me up?” He returned jokingly, enjoying the closeness and necessity of whispering together. It made him feel that much more special.

"Hikaru"