dreams in digital

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

A - C Akeldama Alisha Diphda Allura Baku Ben Douglass Belthazar Carl Grimes Connor

D - F Escha Malier Eithan Paine Felix Gaeta

G - I Glenn Rhee Grievous Haggar

J - M James T. Kirk (OU) James T. Kirk (AU) Kaname Bucanneer Keith Kitty Pryde Kogarasumaru Kolivan Krolia Lance Leia Organa Leilani Lavellan Libra Loki Lordon Gesh Lup Maggie Rhee Magnus Burnsides Manji Messer Ihlefeld Mikleo Mirage Farina Jenius

(last updated: 1/21/19)

Comments

[universal_charm]

"Sascha?"

He kept the other close, taking his weight willingly, silently encouraging the other to let him take it, that with him he was safe. His fingers shifted to stroke Kurt's hair, not quite petting him so much as teasing the feeling of the dark blue locks, silken compared to the fuzz of his fur.

[ecclesiophobic]

Not safe, but he lets his hands slide down, fingers barely skimming the other man's cheeks and jaw before settling against his chest. Then, and only then, does he allow himself to lean against Jim, just a little. A soft, content little hum escapes when he feels Jim stroking his hair, his eyelids lowering to half-mast.

"Mhm. He said he wouldn't let it happen either. Ready to fight the universe, believe it or not." There's no bitterness in his voice, or laughter; simply a deep fondness tempered with wistfulness.

[universal_charm]

“Well, I’ve actually done that, and won,” he pointed out, continuing his gentle petting. He bent his head, kissing the top of Kurt’s head for good measure, able to take a sweet breath of him.

“A few times, actually. Hasn’t Chekov told you?”

[ecclesiophobic]

In the waking world, Jim would probably get at least a hint of sulfur, despite Kurt's diligent hygiene. But here in their minds (his, specifically) Kurt simply smells of the shampoo he uses, clean and a little like lavender. But only a little.

The question gets a soft chuckle, more air than sound and mostly noticeable by the shaking of his shoulders. "Loathe as I am to crush your ego, Pavel and I don't often talk about you." He hesitates before lifting his head, an impish grin flashing at the other man. "Mostly we swear badly in the other person's native tongue."

[universal_charm]

"Mostly about me though, I assume, with swearing involved," he chuckled back, leaning in to brush that grin with is lips. He liked it better when Kurt smiled, when he teased, when he seemed to brighten just a bit.

"Or has he been convincing you that everything under the sun is Russian made?" he trailed his lips along the other's jaw, nuzzling into his beard, fingers twisting Kirk's tail higher up his wrist.