[ There’s a moment of absolute silence from behind him as Sylvain finishes the healing spell. And then Sylvain is choking on a laugh as Wriothesley’s words convey a mental picture that… well, he hadn’t really needed that visual, but thanks for it anyway. ]
So you were nesting, basically, and this was some possessive mark gone wrong. Am I basically getting that right?
[ That sounds so ridiculous, but with the weird instincts that had been running rampant through all that, it wasn’t the weirdest thing that had happened, he was certain. Not by a long shot.
Still, he grins and lightly jabs Wriothesley in the back of the shoulder. ] All better, I think. And you still have the mark there to brag about. When you stop being embarrassed about it, apparently.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-05-18 03:40 pm (UTC)So you were nesting, basically, and this was some possessive mark gone wrong. Am I basically getting that right?
[ That sounds so ridiculous, but with the weird instincts that had been running rampant through all that, it wasn’t the weirdest thing that had happened, he was certain. Not by a long shot.
Still, he grins and lightly jabs Wriothesley in the back of the shoulder. ] All better, I think. And you still have the mark there to brag about. When you stop being embarrassed about it, apparently.