Aoba Seragaki ([personal profile] scrappyblue) wrote in [community profile] orendalogs 2018-10-24 05:36 pm (UTC)

And all the man in front of Declan could say was:

“Shit….”

Desire could have fired back at all the rest of it, but then Declan went and finished with something so wholly sentimental that even he had to be taken aback. He shifted his stance, weight settled mostly over one foot, and looked up at the Guardian without a bit of intimidation for his size. There was a muddling going on at the moment, but the stare taking Declan in was unmistakably gold in the late afternoon light.

His expression wasn’t nearly so impassive, pulled at the corners of his mouth and furrowed between his eyes, but whatever thoughts Desire was going through, himself, the only one he voiced was a few moments later.

“…So then how much more do I have to throw myself at you before you just take me already, huh?”

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