A Character Short #2

Author's Note/WARNING: This is meant to only be a glance into at character's perspective, not meant to be an extended scene. This scene is meant to build a relationship, though brief, between character and reader. Also please note that as the Author I do not always agree with what my characters feel/think/do, they are not a manifestation nor extension of my wants rather they are practically their own people with their own opinions. If something my character says or does bothers you please remember it does NOT reflect me as a person. Thank you and have a nice day.

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William and Xaine

The bed is warm beneath the two bodies as smoke fills the air, a large stream coming from pale pink lips below a set of half lidded liquid-gold eyes. The other is much smaller and is head out in a sharp looking, pale hand with black claw-like nails extending the cig out to another. A slightly tan hand with nails that have obviously been chew recently takes the offered item. Tan fingers lift the burning stick to their pink lips and inhale a little bit, stormy eyes narrow and then they hand the cig back with a disgusted exhale.

The golden eyed one grins a sharp, toothy grin, “Pansy.” But shifts around to pull the other onto their black and red clad body, a brown covered head burying face first into my chest. Holding the other, smaller person close and shaking raven colored bangs from gold eyes. “You know you didn't have to try.” After a moment stormy blue-gray eyes look up at golden ones.

“Oh shove off ya scaled heat lamp,” Lips have pulled into a playful grin. “You would've eventually had pestered me 'nough... You're a baaaad influence like that.” And then they, he, is leaning up to place a small kiss to pale lips. A rumble dances through the raven's chest, the room warming a little and the brown haired one pulls back with a small frown. “Hey there heat lamp, I'm not dinner so lets not grill me, mmkay?” More playful grins.

Golden eyes glimmer for a moment before crushing the cigarette in their hand, putting it out, “You cheeky little monkey.” He disposes of the dead and used cig into an ash tray on the the bedside table before pulling the other male fulling on top of him. Stormy eyes dance with challenge and playfulness for a moment before their worlds spin a little and the black haired one is rest above the other. Gold pierces into storms and then lips meet, both making sounds of appreciation. They kiss for a short bit before the larger of the two pulls away and leans back onto his knees. “Sadly though we both have work brat... So up with us.” Rolling off he lands on his feet, his powerful body stretching before he wanders off to leave the brown haired one to sigh to himself.

“Mmmhhhmm, I know we have work,” He mumbles to himself. After a moment he hears the shower come on and he gets up to gather his own clothes. “All well, I can tell Xaine happy birthday after work...