[ Hmm. Gold's getting into it, a little. Fussing with Carver's coat, his hood. Carver tips his head back and shows him the clasps. Easy as you please, except for how he catches Gold's hand afterward and holds it for a moment, grinning as he presses a kiss to Gold's knuckles. Just because he fucking can.
His mood keeps swinging wild. It's strange. Sometimes he just gets like that. ]
I kept it because it was a good blade. That's not why I think about it.
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His mood keeps swinging wild. It's strange. Sometimes he just gets like that. ]
I kept it because it was a good blade. That's not why I think about it.