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[winterfrosting]

DC is usually patrolling or at Pure Vanilla's house. But poking his notebook will always eventually get his attention!

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[submittome]

[ He gently takes the cup to set it aside, then moves to climb onto Cacao, sit himself upright. There's nothing sexual about it. Because he reaches down with both hands to curl them along his jaw, nails scratching. ]

I said I love you. Should I be exhausted of you when you are in need? That would not be love, but a mere game.

[winterfrosting]

[he doesn't smile, but the adoration is clear in his eyes. The way the worn lines around them crinkle a bit]

You truly were wasted on me back then.

[submittome]

I was.

[ He's still Affogato what do you want from him. ]

But Fortuna graced you by giving me as much stubborness as my King. You should thank her one of these days, for giving you the gift that is me.

[ He bends down and presses a kiss to Cacao's forehead. Tenderness to offset the gentle mocking. ]

[winterfrosting]

Blessed indeed.

[The sluggish heaviness is starting to set in. Affogato is very good at what he does]

Ah... it is starting.

[submittome]

Good. Don't fight it. Listen to my voice.

[ He strokes his fingers against Cacao's face and jaw, letting the tips trail along his skin. Soothing - for him - touches. Pitches his voice soft and humming. ]

The darkness is warm, and soft, and quiet. Let yourself sink into it. You will not dream, you will not think here. Nothing will come to you while here. It is comfort, it is love. Sleep, Dark Cacao Cookie. I will be here upon you waking.