Bramblepoint [M] The Night Comes Down like Heaven

me too! <3

his king.

he had wanted to forget. he had wished to remember.

there was a lancepoint in his gut when he answered; "perhaps i am wicked. perhaps we will have more opportunity to discover this, another time." disappointment was a wash that he rejected outright from hanging across the shoulders which gently eased him away from machi.

another time. promise was still ripened and bursting with sweetfruit flavor between them. 

unveiled by those gemstone eyes, senmut leaned forward to break that connection with another; a brush of their mouths together, a grin against machiavelli's own before he stood and gently pulled the other up and to his own graceful paws.

"then let us go back. they will know in the morning," for he did not intend to cleanse their mingled scents from his fur now, or then.

again, the meeting of their eyes; a swallow, a gentle turn as he invited their slow walk back to the others.