[ there are times when Ros sees the impulses at war in Adder, the contrast of what he is and what he wants to be going head to head and, honesty, Ros would do whatever he could to help ease that burden. wishes that Adder would tell him what was weighing so heavily on him. since the return from being mortal there has been a shift, something that makes Ros worried and annoyed all at once.
which was why he was more than fine with this fighting, with getting out some of this frustration. it was helping them both, he is sure.
even when Adder is like this, fire and flame and the call of the void, Ros has no fear of him. trusts Adder completely, even when he can tell that whatever it is that lurks beneath his skin wants out. if it would help Adder, Ros would bear whatever necessary. which, when Adder's back hits the ground, is the flash of hellfire that actually burns and a glimpse of the power that Adder fights against every day.
it would be a lie if Ros said it didn't hurt; unlike most things, the hellfire that consumed Adder left marks behind and raw skin that would probably scar faintly. this was the kind of power that could destroy him, could end his existence if it wanted to, but Ros doesn't pull back from it, he stays a top Adder, bottom lip between his teeth as he bites back a pained noise. when the flames recede, along with the static feeling of power, the hound lets out a low shudder and leans into the hands.]
Fine, Adder. I'm fine that-- [ another shiver, the echoes of pain knocked free making him close his eyes, before blinking slowly. there is blood dripping down his face, and Adder is in no better a state beneath him, and yet--
Ros has never thought him so beautiful.]
Fuck.
[ that is all the warning that Adder gets before Ros is leaning down, hands tangling in blood matted hair to kiss Adder with teeth and feeling. fuck, Adder was beautiful. Ros tries to speak as he bites at Adder's lips, adding a fresh tang of iron to the kiss. ] Fuck, you are so attractive like that, I can't-- fuck, would let you ruin me Adder, always.
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which was why he was more than fine with this fighting, with getting out some of this frustration. it was helping them both, he is sure.
even when Adder is like this, fire and flame and the call of the void, Ros has no fear of him. trusts Adder completely, even when he can tell that whatever it is that lurks beneath his skin wants out. if it would help Adder, Ros would bear whatever necessary. which, when Adder's back hits the ground, is the flash of hellfire that actually burns and a glimpse of the power that Adder fights against every day.
it would be a lie if Ros said it didn't hurt; unlike most things, the hellfire that consumed Adder left marks behind and raw skin that would probably scar faintly. this was the kind of power that could destroy him, could end his existence if it wanted to, but Ros doesn't pull back from it, he stays a top Adder, bottom lip between his teeth as he bites back a pained noise. when the flames recede, along with the static feeling of power, the hound lets out a low shudder and leans into the hands.]
Fine, Adder. I'm fine that-- [ another shiver, the echoes of pain knocked free making him close his eyes, before blinking slowly. there is blood dripping down his face, and Adder is in no better a state beneath him, and yet--
Ros has never thought him so beautiful.]
Fuck.
[ that is all the warning that Adder gets before Ros is leaning down, hands tangling in blood matted hair to kiss Adder with teeth and feeling. fuck, Adder was beautiful. Ros tries to speak as he bites at Adder's lips, adding a fresh tang of iron to the kiss. ] Fuck, you are so attractive like that, I can't-- fuck, would let you ruin me Adder, always.