One of my fave things to think abt is after oswald takes me to get a suit tailored, putting on and very badly tying the tie and when we see each other he compliments me a bit more than necessary bc he just thinks I'm soooo handsome, and he offers to retie my tie for me bc he notices its a bit messy. And as he does, he stands so close to me, and doesn't rlly back up when he finishes and softly tells me it looks good on me
Did you......want to talk about anything? Anything at all? Are you alright?
I am counting this toward my 'Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.' ask meme because what ensues is hilarious to me. Thank you.
❝ Now thatcha mention it, I don't think I've ever been alright in my life. But I don't wanna talk 'bout that because th' thought of thinkin' about myself for longer than what it takes to divert th' topic's utterly unbearable. Thanks for askin'! ❞
Nezumi pulled back his scarf, exposed his neck and leaned towards Raum. “Could you check for me?” His words formed a light fog in the cold. “Is it red? Am I finally getting an allergic reaction to your bullshit?” A smile twitched in the corner of his lips.
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Nezumi’s movement was so casual and quick that Raum’s gaze flicked down to the skin exposed almost without thought. The thick pattern of the knit scarf had made little divots on Nezumi’s neck. They attracted Raum’s attention momentarily before he glanced back at Nezumi’s cheeky smile.
“Funny.” Raum deadpanned. A scoff left him, and he shook his head. Then he quickly looked back again — as though he really did see something he wasn’t expecting.
“—Hold on. Stay still.” Raum stepped closer, leaning forwards to take a better look. A concerned crease formed between his brows. He peeled off one of his gloves.
Raum hummed, touching the side of Nezumi’s throat with his fingertips, just barely, like the brush of a flower petal. He tilted Nezumi’s jaw gently aside, as if he were closely inspecting something. “It does seem...”
The skin felt smooth and soft, so warm from underneath the scarf. The sensation of contact fizzled pleasantly up the inside of his wrist. It was almost a shame to... Crow’s feet formed at the corners of his eyes.
Quickly, Raum touched the back of his palm against Nezumi’s warm neck. It was ice-cold, enough to make a grown man squeal.
god, I will need a beta for the vampire au fic once it's actually somewhat readable and not 98% re-phrasing notes and [untranslated words in brackets] bcs I'm rereading what I wrote at midnight and I can't decide whether it's dramatic just right or just hilarious in its attempt