The Two Mages Walked Through The Forest, Moonlight Shining Through The Trees, Their Hands Entertwined
The two mages walked through the forest, moonlight shining through the trees, their hands entertwined as they so often did without a thought. The grass was soft beneath their bare feet, robes swishing silently as they stepped over rocks or branches. It'd been some time since the kiss in the fade, and neither one had acknowledged it. An unspoken agreement, a quiet kind of love, the kind with no expectations to worry. Neither could hide their feelings from the other, and neither wanted to. The world was ripe with danger, having a hand to hold along the way was simply divine. So they continued, without a word, a pure, undiluted love between them.
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stop saying old man yaoi about 30 year olds. old man yaoi requires at least one viagra in the mix
who would win: a god of ancient power, impossible to destroy, ruthless in his exactness and drive
OR
osha violations
Dropping a new Emmrich headcanon.
This man needs to touch Rook, especially after a battle. He has to be aware of how distinctly alive Rook is. To feel how hard their blood is raging against their veins, their deep intakes of breath, the sweat on their skin.
Because feeling that, invokes a passion that makes his own living spirit stir restlessly with wanton desire. So it must be the same sort of passion, that tangle of thoughts and heart, that would make a spirit rise above the rest and linger long after death.