It was as easy as just…dumping a box of photographs out onto a table, spreading them out with his hand to see them all. No prying, and barely any digging. Declan was answering him all while Desire was thumbing through his thoughts as simply as Granny would a box of collected recipe cards. Desire’s power was there in it, but there was nothing to force when everything gave way and showed itself so easily.
No dark, repressed desires. Barely any secrets he was keeping for himself. Nothing for Desire to sink his fingers in and drag out into the light to crush and break him with. What a weird guy! In all his years of flaying people’s minds down to their blackest cores, he had never, ever met someone so…wholesome.
“…You’re so pure I think I’m getting cavities just listening to you,” Desire remarked, his grin pulled sideways. It wasn’t even all that much of an insult, really. The big guy was honest, and really, Desire was very much a fan of people that knew exactly what they wanted. Declan’s problem more seemed to be a lack of really understanding than lying to himself and denying it.
Desire wasn’t about to call it anything as fluffy as love, but he saw nothing wrong with someone thinking Aoba was important, especially since Desire himself didn’t appear to be getting ruled out of this equation!
…Ren was growling. A low, little sound in his dog throat as he stood a ways behind the couch, ears turned back and eyes narrowed. Desire broke his eyes away from Declan’s enough for a sideways lean and peer past his shoulder, just to scoff at the Allmate. Still all buried away in there, huh? Now there was someone in need of being dragged out in the open, but at the same time, Desire wasn’t in a mood to be bothered.
What he did was lean forward, wrapping his arms around Declan’s neck in a deliberate, almost exaggerated embrace. Aoba might have been clothed in full still, but Desire was sure the Guardian had more than enough bare skin to appreciate the contact. Though one hand lightly scratched through the fine hairs of Declan’s nape, it was Ren that Desire shot a smug, dry stare from over the loop of his arms.
“Buzz off, mutt,” he said, sounding not the least bit Aoba-like.
no subject
No dark, repressed desires. Barely any secrets he was keeping for himself. Nothing for Desire to sink his fingers in and drag out into the light to crush and break him with. What a weird guy! In all his years of flaying people’s minds down to their blackest cores, he had never, ever met someone so…wholesome.
“…You’re so pure I think I’m getting cavities just listening to you,” Desire remarked, his grin pulled sideways. It wasn’t even all that much of an insult, really. The big guy was honest, and really, Desire was very much a fan of people that knew exactly what they wanted. Declan’s problem more seemed to be a lack of really understanding than lying to himself and denying it.
Desire wasn’t about to call it anything as fluffy as love, but he saw nothing wrong with someone thinking Aoba was important, especially since Desire himself didn’t appear to be getting ruled out of this equation!
…Ren was growling. A low, little sound in his dog throat as he stood a ways behind the couch, ears turned back and eyes narrowed. Desire broke his eyes away from Declan’s enough for a sideways lean and peer past his shoulder, just to scoff at the Allmate. Still all buried away in there, huh? Now there was someone in need of being dragged out in the open, but at the same time, Desire wasn’t in a mood to be bothered.
What he did was lean forward, wrapping his arms around Declan’s neck in a deliberate, almost exaggerated embrace. Aoba might have been clothed in full still, but Desire was sure the Guardian had more than enough bare skin to appreciate the contact. Though one hand lightly scratched through the fine hairs of Declan’s nape, it was Ren that Desire shot a smug, dry stare from over the loop of his arms.
“Buzz off, mutt,” he said, sounding not the least bit Aoba-like.