But if that's what he wanted to call it who was Crowley to stop him? It's true that now it's not a mere coincidence since they're not meeting under terms of a dare, but Crowley just... can't agree on something like "fate"; he hates the word. If there's some third party working to bring them together then it's probably Ferid, he can at least believe that.
He'll keep his negativity to himself, however. There's no reason for him to spread his bitterness. ]
They won't lift a finger of malice towards you. [ Not when he's being entertained in this eternal life of his, even if he believes this will all just be something temporary. At least until Aoba finds someone--a human--who will help him realize that even just a sexual relationship with a vampire was foolish.
He knows the feeling of someone gripping his heart with their own fingers, and for a brief moment in time he feels that's exactly what happens when calm, golden eyes flicker over his own gaze. Seeing a reflection of himself in Aoba, feeling weak, exposed, but not at all threatened. In fact he feels warm when their lips connect, leaning in softly before his mouth curls into a soft grin. ]
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He doesn't want to call what they have fate--
But if that's what he wanted to call it who was Crowley to stop him? It's true that now it's not a mere coincidence since they're not meeting under terms of a dare, but Crowley just... can't agree on something like "fate"; he hates the word. If there's some third party working to bring them together then it's probably Ferid, he can at least believe that.
He'll keep his negativity to himself, however. There's no reason for him to spread his bitterness. ]
They won't lift a finger of malice towards you. [ Not when he's being entertained in this eternal life of his, even if he believes this will all just be something temporary. At least until Aoba finds someone--a human--who will help him realize that even just a sexual relationship with a vampire was foolish.
He knows the feeling of someone gripping his heart with their own fingers, and for a brief moment in time he feels that's exactly what happens when calm, golden eyes flicker over his own gaze. Seeing a reflection of himself in Aoba, feeling weak, exposed, but not at all threatened. In fact he feels warm when their lips connect, leaning in softly before his mouth curls into a soft grin. ]
Should we swear on it?