[ not all control was meant to be broken, but there are times when things that perhaps the control should not rest in the hands of one being. like now, when Ros can see how upset Adder is about some of that control slipping, he wishes he had a way to help. they last few decades-- no, the last few months had been strange, trying upon them both in ways that they had not ever had to deal with before. they had been mortal, had truths revealed to themselves that they never thought possible, and managed to forge a new level to their relationship that, prior to all of this, Ros never dreamed of.
being able to help Adder now would be more one more thing that would make these few months amazing.
but he can't, so instead he does what he can to help Adder, fights and snarls and is there for the god whenever he is needed. he doesn't pull away from the fire because he knows that, in a sense, that is like pulling away from Adder. and he refuses to do that. ]
Mmm, and yeah I mean that, so stop with the overthinking. I can hear it from here. [ the words are mumbled against Adder's lips as Ros licks the blood away, before leaning back. he doesn't get off Adder though, he rotates his arms to look, tongue between his teeth, as he takes in the burned flesh of his arms, the scars that will cover his forearms and left shoulder now.
he doesn't look upset by this turn of events at all. if anything, he looks pleased.
with a wild look, blood still wet and warm on his face, Ros laughs as he looks down at Adder beneath him. there is clear adoration in his bones, honest and rock steady love that even if Adder couldn't feel emotions of those around him would be clear.]
S'okay, boss. Now it's like you've marked me. Can't say I mind it. And pain... eh. [ there is a subtle roll of his hips. you aren't the only one that gets off on a little pain there, Adder. ]
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being able to help Adder now would be more one more thing that would make these few months amazing.
but he can't, so instead he does what he can to help Adder, fights and snarls and is there for the god whenever he is needed. he doesn't pull away from the fire because he knows that, in a sense, that is like pulling away from Adder. and he refuses to do that. ]
Mmm, and yeah I mean that, so stop with the overthinking. I can hear it from here. [ the words are mumbled against Adder's lips as Ros licks the blood away, before leaning back. he doesn't get off Adder though, he rotates his arms to look, tongue between his teeth, as he takes in the burned flesh of his arms, the scars that will cover his forearms and left shoulder now.
he doesn't look upset by this turn of events at all. if anything, he looks pleased.
with a wild look, blood still wet and warm on his face, Ros laughs as he looks down at Adder beneath him. there is clear adoration in his bones, honest and rock steady love that even if Adder couldn't feel emotions of those around him would be clear.]
S'okay, boss. Now it's like you've marked me. Can't say I mind it. And pain... eh. [ there is a subtle roll of his hips. you aren't the only one that gets off on a little pain there, Adder. ]