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artorias, sorcerer
06-24-2024, 02:11 PM
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To say he was nervous was an understatement. He kept telling himself to relax and that everything was going to be fine. There was no reason Artorias should deny Sorcerer and deep down, he knew that Sorcerer would agree to stay. He already had agreed to stay with him, anyway. But Grimshaw had more planned, and would that be too much for him?
He was antsy on his paws and he was startled when Sorcerer pressed against him, his heart nearly jumping from his chest as he smiled sheepishly. His tail wagged though, clearly excited to see his boyfriend but obviously startled on top of the nerves that would have him sweating bullets if he could.
"You scared me," he said with an awkward, breathy laugh as if it wasn't obvious and leaned back into Sorcerer gently, quickly calming down though his nerves would forever remain until everything was said and done.
"Glad you made it safe," he hummed softly and leaned in to kiss him gently and respectfully in the crowd despite the urge to drag him away from here and somewhere much more private. Grimshaw had never been good with crowds, but he had to make due today. "Shall we find Artorias, then?" he broke away from the kiss to say, clearly eager to get this over with. Besides, the sooner they got his answer, the sooner they could leave the festival.
"Speech!"
He was antsy on his paws and he was startled when Sorcerer pressed against him, his heart nearly jumping from his chest as he smiled sheepishly. His tail wagged though, clearly excited to see his boyfriend but obviously startled on top of the nerves that would have him sweating bullets if he could.
"You scared me," he said with an awkward, breathy laugh as if it wasn't obvious and leaned back into Sorcerer gently, quickly calming down though his nerves would forever remain until everything was said and done.
"Glad you made it safe," he hummed softly and leaned in to kiss him gently and respectfully in the crowd despite the urge to drag him away from here and somewhere much more private. Grimshaw had never been good with crowds, but he had to make due today. "Shall we find Artorias, then?" he broke away from the kiss to say, clearly eager to get this over with. Besides, the sooner they got his answer, the sooner they could leave the festival.
Grimshaw has a septum ring, a fluffy curled tail, and a horrible facial scar (hover)
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