Celeste gives Rietta a smooch. Just because.
Flushing as well as a vampire could, the puffy little ball of dough and soft flesh let out a startled high pitched squee. Wings fluttering to keep her upright, Rietta seems to have shrunk underneath the lord’s presence—at least, the best a butterball like her could handle.
Her head bobbing down in a polite nod to hide her embarrassment, she quickly mumbled a quiet “thank you, friend” before patting pudgy hands went to straighten out her dress. It was the best she could do to keep up the semblance of being calm, the vampiress’ chins squishing against one another and a fang biting on her lip.
Stupid nerves and instincts, always failing when they could be alerting her of surprise smooches.
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Low key professor Keigo is a softie and I LOVE IT
he can be, when he wants to be, when he thinks you deserve it <3 but when he is, he’s just the sweetest, slipping into more of a ‘caregiver’ mode (for lack of a better term) and spoiling the heck outta you <3 he’s almost Daddy when he gets like this, voice shifting from the usual easygoing lilt that cloaks it to something a little softer, something a little gentler, a special tone that’s reserved just for you, after he’s fucked the absolute life out of you, after he’s reduced such a pretty, bright baby to a babbling mess <3 or after you’ve said something that’s genuinely made him laugh—you always have such a different way of viewing the world, and he’s endlessly fascinated by it; or after you’ve engaged in a particularly academic debate, holding your own weight as an intellectual, instilling an unfamiliar yet pleasant warmth in his chest, because he’s proud of you, because he’s grateful you stumbled into his life <3
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@ltcolonelhughes asked: “Gentle Music” :3c
Gentle Music | Currently accepting.
Bonus: Listening music
Quiet piano music in the background acted as their soundtrack. Golden light from the setting sun leaked in through the kitchen windows to make every surface glow. Time slowed while thoughts about work, dinner, or any of the other umpteen things he had to worry about faded. Nothing else mattered but the man in front of him. His arms draped loosely around the other’s neck, Roy allowed himself to breathe while they swayed.
Maes Hughes was his home. He was safe here.
“I’ve missed this,” he murmured, careful not to lean too much on the other. As far as the two of them were concerned, Hughes could lean on him as much as he needed to. “Missed you.” Did it matter that the two of them talked on the phone almost every single day? Hardly. Hearing Hughes’s voice was comforting by itself, but this? Having him in the same room and right in front of him? It was a warmth he didn’t want to be without.
“We can do this as long as you want. I’ve got nowhere else to be.”
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