11-16-2017, 11:02 PM
Ian was securely nuzzled up against the other, his arms almost protectively looped around the other's waist as they laid together. He seemed to stir a bit when Mickey touched his hand, and he nuzzled deeper into the other male's shoulder, mumbling, "Morning.."
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[color=#8F7894]we are the sealers of the fate
we are the fangs of the snake
we are the fangs of the snake