Paper Anniversary (Closed RP: Yukimura, Kuronue)
(NSFW, for sure. First year of a marriage is paper thus the title.)
Kuronue dragged a chest down the hall from his room and into Yukimura's, then set about stripping their cupboard bare and throwing whatever he thought they might need into it. Even his samovar set and a few of their toys. He was wearing his jeans again--he was slowly getting used to them--and his faithful boots. His vest had yet to leave him though. His wand was stuck in his hair by his ponytail, an apt hiding spot for something most wouldn't recognise. Also: pockets sucked in human clothes.
He was waiting for Yukimura to return, having spoken with anyone he could think of. He'd written a note too, that would go on their door.
All that was left now was to inform Yukimura that they were travelling to Japan. It had been a year and he wanted to celebrate with his lover; his mate.
He had gotten Yukimura a gift, and that was sitting on the low table not too far away, waiting for Yukimura.
Kuronue dragged a chest down the hall from his room and into Yukimura's, then set about stripping their cupboard bare and throwing whatever he thought they might need into it. Even his samovar set and a few of their toys. He was wearing his jeans again--he was slowly getting used to them--and his faithful boots. His vest had yet to leave him though. His wand was stuck in his hair by his ponytail, an apt hiding spot for something most wouldn't recognise. Also: pockets sucked in human clothes.
He was waiting for Yukimura to return, having spoken with anyone he could think of. He'd written a note too, that would go on their door.
All that was left now was to inform Yukimura that they were travelling to Japan. It had been a year and he wanted to celebrate with his lover; his mate.
He had gotten Yukimura a gift, and that was sitting on the low table not too far away, waiting for Yukimura.