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I think the fluff bunneh/muse is backing off. I can only rejoice.
He couldn't help but stare at the man emerging from the shower. Naked, dripping, and unguarded. It was so rare to see the stern, dangerous amber eyed man as anything less than what he projected to the rest of the world. But here, in this moment, he was just a man. He wasn't the feared Crimson Alchemist, he wasn't a killer on the run; he was just Zolf. Tall, tired, and dripping all over the floor. He looked so fragile.
His frame had always been small, he was thin to a fault. It had worried Jean during their first months together just how small the man truly was. He never seemed to gain any kind of good weight. Sure there was muscle but there was no weight behind it. Now was no better, the man was still thin even if he had knotted muscles along every inch of him. He may be a scary bastard with his clothes on and eyes flashing death and destruction but. . .well Jean couldn't help but see the delicate creature Kimblee was without the protection the material afforded him.
Havoc leaned against the bathroom's doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest, as he watched the alchemist grab a towel and start to dry off. Zolf's back was to him so he didn't have to worry about being discovered at the moment. Which was good since he wanted to enjoy watching the long black strands drip down the pale tan back.
All too soon the serenity of the moment will be broken if he doesn't make his way across the floor, wrap his arms around the still damp waist, and lick his way through the water at the man's neck. It'll work like it always has and he'll draw Kimblee's need for guard away for a few more hours.
He's so fragile. Jean has to keep him close to make sure he doesn't crack.
He couldn't help but stare at the man emerging from the shower. Naked, dripping, and unguarded. It was so rare to see the stern, dangerous amber eyed man as anything less than what he projected to the rest of the world. But here, in this moment, he was just a man. He wasn't the feared Crimson Alchemist, he wasn't a killer on the run; he was just Zolf. Tall, tired, and dripping all over the floor. He looked so fragile.
His frame had always been small, he was thin to a fault. It had worried Jean during their first months together just how small the man truly was. He never seemed to gain any kind of good weight. Sure there was muscle but there was no weight behind it. Now was no better, the man was still thin even if he had knotted muscles along every inch of him. He may be a scary bastard with his clothes on and eyes flashing death and destruction but. . .well Jean couldn't help but see the delicate creature Kimblee was without the protection the material afforded him.
Havoc leaned against the bathroom's doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest, as he watched the alchemist grab a towel and start to dry off. Zolf's back was to him so he didn't have to worry about being discovered at the moment. Which was good since he wanted to enjoy watching the long black strands drip down the pale tan back.
All too soon the serenity of the moment will be broken if he doesn't make his way across the floor, wrap his arms around the still damp waist, and lick his way through the water at the man's neck. It'll work like it always has and he'll draw Kimblee's need for guard away for a few more hours.
He's so fragile. Jean has to keep him close to make sure he doesn't crack.