tobias & aiden

His plastic fork cut through the layers of chocolate, the frosting smeared carefully across the edge as Aiden lifted that piece of cake to his mouth. He slid that bite into his mouth, the Were-King savoring the very flavor that assaulted his senses as he watched his best friend shove piece after piece in his own mouth, the chocolate frosting coating Tobias fingers. The corner of his lips twitched upwards ever so slightly in a faint glimpse of amusement though he said little of his friend's decidedly messy eating. Ever since Aiden had thought he'd lost Tobias, the Were-King had become particularly lenient, almost...clingy in some manner as he so frequently sought out his companion's presence. "You know Tobias..." He started, his voice soft and yet the baritone sound was enough to immediately earn him the deviant's dark gaze. "I think....today was the day we met in the forest." Aiden mused as he glanced down at the date upon his watch. "... twenty-six years ago." His eyebrow furrowed ever so slightly. How long it had been since that fateful afternoon. How much things had changed. It was, admittedly, almost unfathomable that, in spite of it all, the two still had one another. Aiden's emerald eyes fluttered upwards, the Alpha silent for a moment before he uttered those words he'd never said before, ones Tobias surely deserved to hear. "Thank you for coming after me...for not...giving up on me."

matteo & alexander

"That movie was shit." Alexander lamented as they tossed their purchased popcorn into the trashcan. "Next time you're making the popcorn and we'll use Dorian's television." That buttery...crap they'd just eaten at Matteo's insistence to experience a 'real' movie-going experience still tasted awful on his tongue in comparison to what he knew the Frenchman was capable of crafting instead. Their footfalls echoed in the silence of the night as the pair made their way down the street, the movie letting out far later than either had truly anticipated, not that it matter to either man. Alexander listened as Matteo listed off those plausible movie titles he considered subjecting his son to, the very prospect of 'The Conjuring' prompted a snort from Alexander's own nose. "You're going to give him nightmares and then we'll never hear the end of it. If the vampire eats you, I won't stop him." The Dark Hunter retorted, even if they both knew that grumble was far more playful then anything else. "Ah, Mon Amie, we both know you would not let him - I have to keep thing, how do you say, interesting?" Alexander could hardly help that roll of his blue-green eyes. "Whatever would we do without you." The Macedonian King responded dryly and yet, in times like this, even he had to pause to consider the very truth of those words. Whatever would he do indeed? "I'll be you he won't make it through the movie." The Dark Hunter continued with an almost rueful grin - that ever continual game between the two ancients afoot all over again.

dorian & sebastian

Sebastian easily moved up those stairs towards his lover's office with Maxwell at his heels. The house was distinctly quiet, his manservant having informed him that his lover had recently finished his meeting with the German President. The Italian Prince hardly worried with knocking on the door, the vampire certain enough that Dorian would hardly deny him as he quietly opened the door to the office, the Rottweiler peaking in inquisitively behind him. A small, soft simper crossed his features at the very sight of his lover positioned at the window, the King's fingers kneading ever so gently at the bridge of his nose in a glimpse of the stress that clearly accosted him. Sebastian was silent as he approached behind the King, only to reach forward and wrap an arm around his husband. The gesture prompted a clear glimpse of surprise upon his husband's features. The soft sound of his name upon Dorian's lips, however, only caused Sebastian to present his lover with that bouquet of flowers within his other hand. Their presence alone only furthered the awe upon the King's handsome features as Dorian gingerly took that bundle of vibrantly blooming roses. "I will love you," He murmured softly in his lover's ear, "...until the very last one dies." A small almost smug feature crossed his lips at that almost cheesy declaration. After all, in the very center of that bouquet was one rose that was distinctly different. The copper had been hand folded into a delicate rose - everlastingly beautiful.

azrael & serafina

It was past midnight and Azrael was still not home. Such in itself was hardly a surprising thing, after all the Dark Hunter frequently took on the night shifts, either because it was unwanted by the rest of their kind or he had a liking for staying out late - which it was, Serafina wasn't sure. What she was certain of, however, was that her recent purchase had been settled in it's sleek black bag within her closet for long enough. Perhaps it was finally time to delve deeper into her Dark Hunter's unvoiced interests. Serafina pulled the large cotton shirt over her head, the girl meandering easily towards her closet for the bag in question, only to part the tissue paper for the skimpy fabric resting within. Those black sheer tights were easily pulled up her slender long legs, connected with a big of fiddling to the babydoll she pulled over her naked figure. The lacy black material only barely covered those intimate areas, the straps all but encircling her before she placed a single bow between her breasts - one with a small gift tag attached that read: come unwrap me. Nestled within the depths of her sheets, Serafina pulled out her cellphone, carefully posing that picture so her own face was out of frame before sending it to her boyfriend. It was time to see just how fast Azrael could really be.

arlo & abigail

Gingerly, Abigail's fingers ran over the smooth surface of her creation, her teeth gingerly nibbled upon her bottom lip as she lifted it to the ceiling light overhead. The very luminosity was caught within the facets of that ruby gemstone, reflecting within the slightly translucent stone in a way that was all but breathtaking. It had taken Abigail months to discover her unique gift to make such pretty stones, and even longer still to figure out how to shape them in the way she so desired. This very present was a result of weeks and weeks of work to craft something so thin and smooth and perfectly shaped as a guitar pick. Her head nodded firmly as she placed the pick in the velveteen box she'd purchased, her wrapping paper carefully taped so each edge was sharp and perfect. Fastidiously, Abigail fastened a bow to the top of the present. It was only the sound of a knock at the door that caused her to jump ever so slightly, only for her to scoop up the present in her hands as she rushed to the man she knew would be on the other side. Abigail hardly hesitated in throwing open that front door, only to be met with that crooked grin she so loved. Quickly, before her courage could get the best of her, the girl thrust her hands in front of her, revealing that box only to announce before Arlo could even get a word out - "Happy Anniversary!"

frost & alexander

"Would you stop eating those? Jesus Christ, Frost." A huff left Alexander's lips as he plucked the box of sugar cubes from in front of the Icelandic man. He could feel the weight of the fellow's gaze upon him, as if that glare alone might somehow cause him to give in when his horse's physique was on the line. A frown crossed his features as he placed the box of sugar cubes behind the bar where it originally belonged. Really, the Alpha practically had the run of his cafe at this rate, his baristas far too easily giving into the man. Alexander reached into the glass case, plucking from its depths those carrot cupcakes he knew that Frost craved the most. It was only with cupcake in hand that Alexander returned to stand in front of his warhorse. "I will give you one of these but afterwards you cut out sweets entirely for the next month." He placed that paper that he'd kept behind the register out on the table in front of Frost, his blue-green eyes altogether steadfast upon Rixon. "I'm going to need you in Mongolia and I can't ride a pudgy pony across rugged landscape, can I, my steed?" His eyebrow arched as that singular cupcake was placed down upon that page. It was time that the world finally was forced to face just how formidable Alexander the Great and Frost could be. Maybe Bucephalus wasn't the only steed in the world made just for him.