Sunday smells nice, this close. It's probably his soap or his shampoo or his cologne or something, but he smells nice. His wing's folded back in a way that lets Caelus get closer, and his nose feels impossibly soft as it brushes up against the Trailblazer's cheek, and if Caelus just turned his head a little, he could kiss him. He could kiss Sunday and he thinks about it a thousand times in the span of two heartbeats. Sunday is holding him and snuggling him and he feels so, so happy, even as he's confused.
Why question a good thing? he sighs, breath close enough to tickle Sunday's ear, and wraps his arms around the man's shoulders, returning his embrace. He does really like to be held. ]
...You deserve all of these things, too.
[ His voice is soft and warm and vulnerable, and it might be slightly besotted, too, but Caelus decides that he doesn't care. ]
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Sunday smells nice, this close. It's probably his soap or his shampoo or his cologne or something, but he smells nice. His wing's folded back in a way that lets Caelus get closer, and his nose feels impossibly soft as it brushes up against the Trailblazer's cheek, and if Caelus just turned his head a little, he could kiss him. He could kiss Sunday and he thinks about it a thousand times in the span of two heartbeats. Sunday is holding him and snuggling him and he feels so, so happy, even as he's confused.
Why question a good thing? he sighs, breath close enough to tickle Sunday's ear, and wraps his arms around the man's shoulders, returning his embrace. He does really like to be held. ]
...You deserve all of these things, too.
[ His voice is soft and warm and vulnerable, and it might be slightly besotted, too, but Caelus decides that he doesn't care. ]
I really like you, Sunday.