[To think after being alive this long, he could be caught between a rock and a hard place in regards to his feelings. He never expected to feel so heavily again. Not after his two prior marriages. Adam had purposely only desired to keep things physical, and it worked! It fucking worked like a damn charm!
Until Alastor!
He's not sure when it happened, when this had begun to stir within him. Or that he would be forced to come to terms with it, be forced to fight the one he didn't want to fight against. He never wanted to hurt the deer sinner or his shadow.
It was absolutely unfair.
But, that was before, before he was shifted into what he was now. A sinner like the rest. It sucks, but...he had Alastor still, right? Despite everything? But he's not even sure the other sinner can forgive him, if the shadow would even do so. And it fucking sucks. Being in close proximity and not able to touch like he desired. Even right now, he wants to tug the other sinner into his arms and hold on tight, breathe in the scent he's come to know that was Alastor, and wrap these black wings around them.
He can't make a remark on the minions the sinner had apparently sent out. He tries to think back to that morning--had he been signaled?? He truly can't remember. Just that he had been fighting, and trying his best to not hurt Alastor during their battle. At least, despite it all, Alastor was alive.
The former angel's brows furrow, taking in the way the deer sinner's ears flick. And finally, finally, the warmth of his lover is against him, and Adam immediately reaches to grab and hold Alastor, wings circling around them. He truly tries to not tremble at hearing the confession in return, but it's futile. It warms him in a way he hasn't experienced in a very long time. He's heard those words before, plenty of times, but past lovers and prior relationships never made him feel like this. What makes Alastor different is beyond Adam, and he doesn't question it, because to have them both feel the same thing, it's truly everything he's wanted to have.
Reaching his hands around Alastor's waist, he digs his nails into the deer, burying his face as well.]
I love you. I love you.
[The words are chanted in a whisper, to be sure Alastor never forgets.]
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Date: 2024-05-31 02:44 am (UTC)Until Alastor!
He's not sure when it happened, when this had begun to stir within him. Or that he would be forced to come to terms with it, be forced to fight the one he didn't want to fight against. He never wanted to hurt the deer sinner or his shadow.
It was absolutely unfair.
But, that was before, before he was shifted into what he was now. A sinner like the rest. It sucks, but...he had Alastor still, right? Despite everything? But he's not even sure the other sinner can forgive him, if the shadow would even do so. And it fucking sucks. Being in close proximity and not able to touch like he desired. Even right now, he wants to tug the other sinner into his arms and hold on tight, breathe in the scent he's come to know that was Alastor, and wrap these black wings around them.
He can't make a remark on the minions the sinner had apparently sent out. He tries to think back to that morning--had he been signaled?? He truly can't remember. Just that he had been fighting, and trying his best to not hurt Alastor during their battle. At least, despite it all, Alastor was alive.
The former angel's brows furrow, taking in the way the deer sinner's ears flick. And finally, finally, the warmth of his lover is against him, and Adam immediately reaches to grab and hold Alastor, wings circling around them. He truly tries to not tremble at hearing the confession in return, but it's futile. It warms him in a way he hasn't experienced in a very long time. He's heard those words before, plenty of times, but past lovers and prior relationships never made him feel like this. What makes Alastor different is beyond Adam, and he doesn't question it, because to have them both feel the same thing, it's truly everything he's wanted to have.
Reaching his hands around Alastor's waist, he digs his nails into the deer, burying his face as well.]
I love you. I love you.
[The words are chanted in a whisper, to be sure Alastor never forgets.]
Don't let go.