( he can only imagine the places Crowley's been in 800 years. with that much time he could travel the whole world a hundred times over, couldn't he? and saying it like that... it's just another thing about the vampire that reminds Aoba of Naine. though his feelings in regards to the two are vastly, vastly different (familial versus something distinctly more romantic), there is one thing that seems to be the same—Aoba's been drawn in, enraptured, by both.
three times does bode more than mere coincidence and Aoba smiles again, back arching at the touch along his spine. that feels nice. even if being called livestalk makes him balk a little he supposes he can see... the reason... behind that... it's not like humans don't treat animals, their livelihood, the same way.
even if he would much perfer being compared to like... like... dessert, or something... )
So it's something like fate, then?
( it's not really a question he's looking for an answer to, more like a soft mutter for himself. fate.... maybe it is something like that. not that it gives him any reasons or expectations, nor does it tell him how this might all turn out. maybe just another broken heart.
talk of wanting to break that rule make him study the color of Crowley's eyes again, searching, breath caught up in his lungs almost painfully. they manage to deflate when mention of playing with Crowley's vampire girlfriends comes up so he can answer, )
... As long as they don't kill me for touching your hair.
( or at all?! but apparently they're protective over the glorious braid, understandably so.
Aoba pauses, thinking with an inscrutable expression for a good few seconds before wiggling up a few inches, leaning in to press his lips against Crowley's. then, he nuzzles his face beside the vampire's ear, closing his eyes, )
I want that too. ( not the bit about playing with Crowley's vampire girlfriends, though he's fine with that if it doesn't end in his murder— ) I want to see you again.
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( he can only imagine the places Crowley's been in 800 years. with that much time he could travel the whole world a hundred times over, couldn't he? and saying it like that... it's just another thing about the vampire that reminds Aoba of Naine. though his feelings in regards to the two are vastly, vastly different (familial versus something distinctly more romantic), there is one thing that seems to be the same—Aoba's been drawn in, enraptured, by both.
three times does bode more than mere coincidence and Aoba smiles again, back arching at the touch along his spine. that feels nice. even if being called livestalk makes him balk a little he supposes he can see... the reason... behind that... it's not like humans don't treat animals, their livelihood, the same way.
even if he would much perfer being compared to like... like... dessert, or something... )
So it's something like fate, then?
( it's not really a question he's looking for an answer to, more like a soft mutter for himself. fate.... maybe it is something like that. not that it gives him any reasons or expectations, nor does it tell him how this might all turn out. maybe just another broken heart.
talk of wanting to break that rule make him study the color of Crowley's eyes again, searching, breath caught up in his lungs almost painfully. they manage to deflate when mention of playing with Crowley's vampire girlfriends comes up so he can answer, )
... As long as they don't kill me for touching your hair.
( or at all?! but apparently they're protective over the glorious braid, understandably so.
Aoba pauses, thinking with an inscrutable expression for a good few seconds before wiggling up a few inches, leaning in to press his lips against Crowley's. then, he nuzzles his face beside the vampire's ear, closing his eyes, )
I want that too. ( not the bit about playing with Crowley's vampire girlfriends, though he's fine with that if it doesn't end in his murder— ) I want to see you again.