❝ spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild things ❞

[medievalism]

{ an autumn mixer }

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[typhlotic]

Silvio melted from the hand in his hair, moving to his neck. It felt amazing to be touched like that again. Sighing softly, he opened his eyes and smiled at him. It didn't matter that he couldn't see it, he knew that smile was there and it looked so good there.

"About my pack? There's a lot to tell. I lived with them for around a hundred years. What would you like to know?"

He gave him another kiss. "They would have loved you."

[waitingtobegin]

"Hmm," Simon hummed in thought. Where to even being since he just learned werewolves were real?

"What comes to mind first when you think about them? You can tell me anything, everything. Maybe not all in one sitting," he added with a laugh. "I'd like to know about the ones who were so important to you, Silvio."