Arthur and Mikhail

Mikhail didn't say anything and stayed like that for a bit.

Arthur eventually twisted in Mikhails grip, looping his arms around the other's neck.

Mikhail smiled at him and pecked his lips before resting his head on his shoulder again.

Arthur smiled, relaxing in Mikhail's grip, melting onto the other's shoulder.

"I love you." Mikhail mumbled, not wanting to let go any time soon.

"Love you too…." said Arthur quietly, wondering how he'd gotten this lucky.

Mikhail smiled a little as he stayed like that, wondering how lucky he was since he met Arthur.

_{vv(lowkey already planning their wedding)}

(SAME)
Arthur hugged him more tightly, never wanting to leave him.

(Lol, who do you think would propose?)

Mikhail did the same, occasionally kissing Arthur on wherever was the closest.

(Not a clue… usually Arthur takes a submissive role… but in this case they seem to be equally nervous round the other…. we'll see where it goes, especially as Mikhail learns more about how messed up Arthur is…)
Arthur let out a small noise of happiness at the kisses, pulling Mikhail closeer, burying his face in the other's neck.

(I think it'd probably be Mikhail too, but he'd just be a nervous wreck the whole time.)

Mikhail chuckled and kept doing so, a small smile on his face.

Arthur melted, happy, and for once, he actually felt safe.
(Lets give it a few yrs before we do marriage proposals…XD)

(Lol yes, we can't have marrying each other straight away)

Mikhail held him tighter, letting the sleeve of his shirt slip down and reveal even more freckles on his shoulders and a few scars.

Arthur noticed the scars, but didn't say anything as he melted in Mikhail's grip, mentally making a note to eventually show Mikhail that he was half-wolf, and ask how he got all those scars.

Mikhail quickly realized the sleeve of his shirt had slipped off and he quickly pulled it back up, his face turning red.

"Hey it's ok…" said Arthur pulling away to look him in the eye,

Mikhail stared at Arthur in the eye. "I know, sorry, it's kind of an instinct now…"

"it's ok!" said Arthur, hugging the other, "You don't have to apologize to me…"

Mikhail's face turned redder as he buried his face in Arthur's shoulder. "T-thanks for understanding…"

"Hey… I just hope you can handle how messed up I am…" said Arthur softly.

Mikhail chuckled. "I think I can handle it. Do you think I can?"

"I have no idea…" said Arthur, "The nightmares from earlier… that was just the surface…."

Mikhail kissed his head. "No one is as messed up as my real dad."

"I'm fairly certain I could beat him easily on that scale…." said Arthur, his voice barely audible.

"I don't think you'd be able to beat him on that scale." Mikhail murmured.

"You have no idea…" said Arthur….

"Are you sure?" asked Mikhail.

"Trust me. You have no clue what I've survived……" said Arthur a dark shadow clouding his eyes, a faint scream of agony ringing in his ears.

"I've almost been killed almost every day." Mikhail mumbled.

"I wished I could die every day for 12 years…"