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

[medievalism]

{ an autumn mixer }

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[waitingtobegin]

It's been some time now since Simon admitted to himself that he liked Silvio in a way that wasn't strictly platonic. But what's made it easier for him to accept has been Silvio's patience and caring. Everything Silvio's done for him, helping him out of a dark place, accepting the reasons for his many hang-ups and helping him work through them (still helping him work through them), all of that was more than enough for Simon to see Silvio cared for him in return.

He hummed softly into that lingering kiss, slipping his fingers back to thread through Silvio's hair. When he opened his eyes again, they were half-lidded but so full of bliss. His cheeks actually ached a little from how wide his smile was. Simon's hand slid down to rest at the back of Silvio's neck and he sighed happily.

"Do you want to tell me about that? I'd love to hear it."

[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."