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WHAT IN PERSON, YA FOOLS
WHERE anywhere
WHEN Day 8, evening

[ it's beginning to be summer -- or something like that, sort of. late spring? the weather has been warming up is the point and in the twilight of, well, now, the fireflies have also come out.

twinkling little stars that are actually bugs. Rather, slightly larger than the normal firefly -- in fact, perhaps they seem more like will o' the wisp sized.

But still, a lovely summer. If you follow one they may lead you (crashing into) the path of someone else.

Or the lake.

Definitely also the lake. ]

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Yeah? I guess maybe this all really wasn't a fluke.

. . .

No. No, I don't . . . think so.

[did you miss this face]

[yoU KNOW WHAT

leaning over to kiss him, trying to keep it light and quick but has a lot of hunger slipping through]

[draws in a breath, shivering, tucking Remus's hair back from his face gently, lips moving against his]

. . . love you . . .

I know. It's disgusting.

[nipping at his mouth]

[. . . laughing, low, nuzzling his face]

Mmh . . .

[moving his head to the side, letting Remus at his neck instead]

[shudders, more at the familiarity of the movement than anything, immediately letting his head drop and fangs come out to graze against the skin of Tristan's artery]

[exhales almost in relief, murmuring Remus's name]

[doesn't need any more encouragement to bite down after that, letting out a soft sigh as his whole body relaxes the moment blood hits his tongue]

[just buries a hand into his hair, sighing out and relaxing]

[it's probably been a while since Remus has taken a greater volume of blood than this, if ever. by the time he pulls away he's pretty much boneless in the tub, mouth more than a little bloody and blinking slowly at nothing in particular]

Ahhh ...

[breathing a little deeply. not, like, in danger, but definitely focusing on recovering himself, shifting. more than a little turned on, but what else is new?]

[running his hands idly across Tristan's shoulders]

Thanks.

[soft]

Don't mention it.

Nah, I think I probably will.

Can you grab me a towel?

. . . nnh.

[a faint noise of protest. it's so far away]

Tristannnn, I'm gonna get wrinkly.

You are not.

[he grabs the towel with his tail, dragging it over]

I could. I have the necessary nerves.

[standing up, wobbly more because of aphro than anything]

Mmhmm . . .

[standing as well, sliding the towel up Remus's side]

[huffs, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Tristan's neck, tilting his head up to bump their noses together]

Hey demon, I'm talking to you.

Are you . . .?

[huffs out a breath, a little surprised, feeling out how Remus is doing]

I'm making the attempt.

[he is so mentally exhausted it is nothing short of a miracle that he's even standing up, trying to talk to Tristan. all he really wants to do is curl up somewhere dark and shut out everything else but he's just trying to push himself forward instead, focus on Tristan, trying to block out every other negative thought trying to encroach on his mind.]

[brushes Remus's hair back with both hands. then helps to wring it out]

. . . you're so beautiful. What am I supposed to do when I can't look at you?

I don't know. What did you do when you didn't know who I was?

[he's just gonna let Tristan do most of the legwork here, as he has more important things to do like not so subtly huff him]