Scars might have been the markers of Tybalt's life story, but the past only existed in those scars and a few lingering emotions. The now, the driving force that kept Tybalt pushing forward, was so tightly wrapped up in the Fae now, he wasn't exactly sure how to untangle it. Here was someone who fought along side and with him, without ever knowing the truth in his title or the history behind his skill with a sword. All the things they shared came from experiences and battles they had been together for.
Tybalt was willing to give whatever Bran needed. The Fae gave him the very drive he sought from Tybalt after the heat of a battle or whenever a darker mood struck him. And he was happy to give it back. His lips parted a little further with a groan, the taste of Bran's mouth mixing with his blood when his tongue pressed against the Fae's.
He pressed forward into it with a soft, hungry sound. Both hands sliding over smooth skin, down to Bran's hips. Shoving forward he pressed Bran up against the wall and let the fire burning in his chest fuel the kiss, sliding his body up against the other man's.
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Date: 2012-10-25 06:43 am (UTC)Tybalt was willing to give whatever Bran needed. The Fae gave him the very drive he sought from Tybalt after the heat of a battle or whenever a darker mood struck him. And he was happy to give it back. His lips parted a little further with a groan, the taste of Bran's mouth mixing with his blood when his tongue pressed against the Fae's.
He pressed forward into it with a soft, hungry sound. Both hands sliding over smooth skin, down to Bran's hips. Shoving forward he pressed Bran up against the wall and let the fire burning in his chest fuel the kiss, sliding his body up against the other man's.