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❝You’re being impractical, Edward.
Will you, at least, think sensibly?❞
「 ⚔ 」—
“Like you’re one to talk— bet you
were thinking real practically when
you walked out on mom and us.”
ϟ ϟ ——;;
Only if you’re insecure.❞
「 ⚔ 」—
“I'm not—!" Clears throat.
“—…I’m not insecure.”
Fʟʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴀ sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪɴɢ
Pᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sɪʀᴇɴs sɪɴɢ
Wᴀʀᴍ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴏᴠᴀ·s ɢʟᴏᴡ
Aɴᴅ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ
written by nana — !
( edrord )
“ It doesn’t count as murder if they are human. ”
「 ⚔ 」—
“You’re not very good at making friends, are you?”
& the inebriated exhibitionist displayed
arguable looks; mostly lewd, lecherous & lustful ?
Casually encompassing a firm, tender grasp, Gray kept his arm deployed
around Edward and issued a self thwarted chuckle of alcohol induced
indulgence. Something about the height difference between them just
struck a cord with him. It amused him in ways not entirely understood. Than
again, should such not be borderline expectancy by this point in time? It
would appear that so far, every conceivable aspect about Edward amuses
Gray to no apparent end. His quirky and straightforward persona, refreshing
perspective, questionable prowess , and even his unique fashion sense.
Upon a barefaced declaration from the other, Grays smile broadened. A
single slender brow arched in voiceless inquiry regarding the look of sheer
enchantment and accompanying allure, Edward had the impudence to
disclose. Composure still sustained, for the most part, he needed a mere
few moments to muster up enough nerve and logic to surpass his drunken
demeanor, so he can spout something clever in return. His mouth opened
wide, lips detaching themselves far apart from one another, as though he
was showing off his full set of teeth. His mouth simply remained open for
an unwonted duration. Just as a syllable was about to emit —— —— !
That goddamn alchemist went and added
the icing on top of the cake; undoing his braid and
whimsically shaking it about, until its inevitable graceful
descend would make his heart skip a beat. Even worse than before,
saliva had hastily accumulated within his mouth, and a tremendous gulp
had to follow. Perhaps he could blame it on the alcohol. Perhaps he
could claim all which forebodes to their imagination and
nothing more. Perhaps, perhaps. Regardless, his
pursuit was now downright unstoppable.
Foresaw by none; not even himself, a haste, anxious, desperate
extension of his hung over arm would aggressively clamp down
on the others wrist. A devilish grin and smirk transpired as he
quickly darted back a couple of steps, and then eagerly
whipped his arm in the direction he headed in, consequently
flinging the blond over the couches armrest onto the cushions.
Without delay, he pounced and placed himself overhead of Ed.
“ M’ sort of a —— —— sore loser, y’know? ”
Acting like an animal who’s successfully captured its prey, Gray
attempted to restrain the other. Hands unhurriedly pursued Eds
wrists as he looked down, completely expressionless. With
one leg positioned between the two belonging to the other, a
somewhat leisure movement would demolish what distance
had kept them from touching. Hence, Grays knee gently began
to prod against a rather, unmentionable area, best left alone.
「 ⚔ 」—
Edward is obviously enjoying this— this teasing the
other. Perhaps it’s his heightened state of inebriation—
would he not usually go to such lengths as these? He
was always the type of person to jump in without
thinking about potential consequences, anyways.
Ed chuckles lightly at the other’s rather goofy expression,
opening his own loud mouth to make a comment on it. But
it is not until he feels that grip on his wrist that he blinks,
dazed, eyes darting down to the strong hand gripping him.
He does not expect such a volt of adrenaline to course
through him out of a simple touch. Perhaps it is the way the
touch is conveyed— aggressive, desperate—
Lips clamp together tightly as that redness returns to his
face, and, shooting even more adrenaline and want into
his system, he is practically thrown onto the couch like
some sort of…plaything. A sound exits his lips in surprise
as body hits the cushions— probably more akin to a squeak
than any sort of other manlier displays.
How downright embarrassing.
Like his dignity’s flying right out the window in a matter of
seconds, a rosy pink layer of blush makes its home on his
cheeks and ears. Eyes w a t c h silently— almost as if a trance—
as the other quite literally pins him down, and perhaps that
is the exact moment when he loses all traces of sense. He
wants to play back— make it seem like he’s still potentially in
charge. His mind races for ways to unravel Gray further,
unravel him into that red thread of fate which would surely be
tied at his neck some point in the future.
He has difficulty thinking as an immense heat continues to
grow in the pit of his stomach as Gray’s knee travels to
uncharted places, and he is certain his pants did not seem
this tight before. Mind struggles to hold on but he is quite
sensitive to touches like these, being quite easy to unravel
himself. His slender body worms unconsciously against the
other’s hold, back arching into his bare body as his teeth bite
down on his lower lip. Then, finally— he catches his breath
enough to even say words, voice strained in a single pant
as he cracks another one of his smirks.
“And I’m a good sport, Slushie. So how about this—
we just eliminate all clothing, and call it a draw, eh?”