forum TiredOtter? One on One?

Started January 31, 2019 by Deleted user

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"How do you want it cooked? Cooked? Cooked? Or maybe cooked?"

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” Trent had his eyes locked on the dead deer, his face paling considerably.

"Dude, how did you expect to kill me when you can't even look at a dead deer?" Blair asked/

Trenton didn’t answer, the torch still gripped in his hands. He turned his head away, shaking slightly.

"My gosh…" Blair trailed off, picking up the deer and bringing it by the fire. He tore off some of it and began cooking.

Trenton shakily hung the torch back on the wall before sitting down and sulking by the spring.

"Here's your food dude. I also got you an apple. It's not as fancy as your castle food, but it's healthy…"

Trent took the food from Blair, silently cursing himself when he realized his hands were still shaking.

"Okay. Don't die. I'm going to go wash the soot off of me." Blair said, standing up.

“No promises.” He grumbled quietly, starting to tear into the meat.

"Welp, you do you." Blair said with a shrug, walking further into the back caves.

(What should we do to make them have a bit of romance?)

Trenton ignored him, quietly eating his apple.

(We’ll Trent is cold and tired. He’d probably cuddle if Blair coaxed him back onto the couch)

Blair came back a few minutes later, his jacket back on his shoulders. He didn't really need the jacket, as demons could not feel temperatures, but still, he would do anything for the aesthetic.

After Trent finished eating, he remained by the spring, occasionally flinching when a scorpion got to close. Otherwise, the prince had been reduced to silent sulking.

"Are you honestly going to sulk all night?" Blair asked, raising an eyebrow with a lazy smirk on his face. He was intrigued by this prince, quite intrigued.

Trent pouted and refused to turn around, remaining silent.

"Hmph. You do realize that when I go to sleep the fires will go out. I would suggest getting warm while you can.."

Trenton rather dramatically got up, still refusing to respond, and sat down on the couch near the flames.

"Welp, night!" Blair exclaimed cheerfully, throwing a blanket over his head and closing his eyes like the nerd he is.

“Hey!” Trenton got up and took the blanket away from Blair, his eyes narrowed. “Absolutely not. I’m cold. That fire is staying on. And I’m taking this.” He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, stalking back towards his spot.

"Nope! The blanket is mine!" Blair said jumping down and grabbing the blanket again. He jumped back up to the chair and sat right at the top.

“You don’t even need it!” A spark showed up in Trenton’s eyes as he grew almost playful in nature. He raced back over the Blair trying to climb his way up to steal back the blanket.

"Nuuuu! It's soft!" Blair hissed, batting away Trenton's hand away from him.

Trent straight up climbed onto Blair’s lap. “That blanket is mine.”

"Nu-uh. Mine." Blair exclaimed, lifting the blanket high above the shorter man's head.