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[fvzzyelf]

i need to make a promo for it but uhhh

im gonna fuck around on my multi

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[fvzzyelf]

New AU: Kurt Wagner - Oscar nominated actor ... MISSING?

Born to the Baron Wagner and his late wife, Kurt was raised mostly by nannies and the household staff until he was old enough to send away to boarding school in england.

He was not born mutated and thus when Mystique left she did not take him with her, knowing that a life with the Baron would give him a better chance than what she could offer just then. However, when puberty hit Kurt never mutated, not even duress from the new school and the stress of trying to make friends with those who were not too keen on the new kid.

Maybe because his plight wasn't nearly as bad as others, given his nobility and his looks, as he was considered from a young age to be extremely handsome. His confidence grew as did his popularity, with a natural charm and puckish, devil-may-care attitude that had even teachers struggling to stay angry with him for long when he pulled some prank or broke a rule.

His calling came to him when he turned fifteen and joined a drama club to satisfy certain requirements for his courses. Kurt excelled and found he loved the stage, even if his father did not approve. It wouldn't much matter though as his father was too busy and often didn't care enough as long as Kurt was making the kind of grades that would put him through to Oxford. Or perhaps closer to home, TU Munich.

Kurt might have been forced to do a normal degree if his father had not passed away from a heart attack when Kurt was only eighteen. The businesses that Baron Wagner ran were easily run by their CEOs and boards and most other wealth came from land owned by his family still.

It allowed Kurt the freedom to choose to study drama at Oxford school of drama and he was very quickly discovered, making his debut in an HBO series at the young age of twenty-three.

Doors opened for him left and right and by the age of twenty-nine he was oscar nominated for best actor once and best supporting actor twice.

But when he turned thirty... everything changed. There was no explanation for it, only that it was something in his biology that triggered the x-gene that had laid dormant for so long. It happened when he was on his way to set in London and saw a child running out onto the street after a lost toy dropped while crossing.

Kurt didn't think twice about running at her and scooping her up just as a car came barreling through the crosswalk. They might have both died had he not suddenly teleported them from the middle of the crosswalk to the sidewalk by her screaming mother.

A mother that continued to scream when she saw her child was being held by what appeared to be a demon.

Kurt panicked. He felt the change, the sudden painful way his body morphology changed, and he was still changing when he fell to ground and released the little girl. Fur ripped through his skin, thick and blue. His ears grew, teeth ached from the sudden sprouting of fanged canines, and his spine burned painfully as his bones re-aligned themselves and sprouted at the tailbone... an actual tail.

Kurt Wagner disappeared. Or rather, the demon that saved a child did, only managing to get to his apartment by thinking desperately of how he was to get home and suddenly ending up there in a plume of noxious smoke.

His mutant gift alerted Cerebro and he was sought out by Xavier and his team, though none of them expected this new mutant to be a grown man, let alone someone so incredibly famous and known very much so for NOT being a mutant but a normal man.

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AU headcanons thus far: Kurt's accent isn't nearly as thick as he spent years in England for schooling and then for his work. Kurt has made the world question where he really is as he even his agents have no idea. He has dropped all upcoming roles and believes his career is over.

He is extremely depressed about that but slowly finding himself again with his new gifts.

He is much more sensitive to his looks and is very surprised anytime someone genuinely thinks he is still handsome.

Eventually Forge makes him an inducer and he attempts to go back to acting but For Reasons this doesn't work out as planned (the inducer can't hide how it feels to touch him so any scenes where he has to be touched are impossible, for example).

He may decide he has a duty to something beyond acting and that is to his fellow mutants, as he gets to know his new found family.

[fvzzyelf]

"liar," he's quick to respond in kind, knowing she'd never really do that, not so long as they have these two so desperate for playdates.

and of course clearly barbara likes the playdate she gets with kurt in return and how can he deny her the pleasure? nevermind that talia has been very cheeky about emphasizing the word DATE when talking about their plans.

("papa, are you ready for your DATE??")

"ja!!" you don't need to tell tj twice, in fact she's hardly able to return the sentiment of missing the older woman because she's half-way down the hall yelping WAKE UP SLEEPY-HEAAAAD!!

"what about me, did you miss me as well?" kurt grins, settling into one of the nearby chairs as if he lives there himself.

@datanexus

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 :// 𝚒𝙳 / @fvzzyelf

〝  𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 restricting your access if you do that again.  〞 Barbara, lets out a huff, lips pull to the side of her face while she returns to her work. Almost there, she thinks to herself. Lest another surprise be dropped onto her lap. Albeit, only timing and entrance was a surprise. 〝  Would mind checking to see if Johnny is awake for me? He got tired earlier than I thought he would.  〞 She gives a quick roll of her eye to Kurt, but quickly looks down to smile at his daughter. 〝  I'm sure he's missed you almost as much as I've missed you.  〞

[fvzzyelf]

"ach, some say he did," kurt said sagely.

he had his feet clasped around a light fixture that has been reinforced now three times thanks to his awful habit of using it as his personal perch. it just made more sense that he keep himself tucked away in the space above people when the kitchen grew too crowded... and the habit followed him even when the kitchen was dark and empty.

when the other man appeared kurt thought the scent of his previous port surely would alert logan, if not that then the sound of kurt taking measured bites of a bagel, but perhaps logan was too busy minding his own hunger to realize kurt was there.

or maybe...

"hmm, you don't usually take this long to sense me, how interesting. are you showing signs of.... aging?" he grinned.

kurt vaulted off the fixture, leaving it swaying slightly from the motion, and settled in a crouch on the edge of the counter behind logan.

Starter for @fvzzyelf

Nighttime at the Institute was always- Interesting, to put it mildly. They tried to keep to a schedule. The routine was good for the students. Helped keep things running, and whatever. For the most part, Logan agreed with it. He liked the schedule, too. The problem was, not everyone went to sleep at the same time.

Some people were jet lagged from missions. Some people were up doing late-night chores or last-minute homework assignments. Some people were waiting for their daily dose of quiet.

And some people just couldn't fucking sleep.

Tonight, Logan was the last one. His head was too noisy. Wouldn't shut up. He'd tried everything he usually did, and none of it worked.

So he'd decided to go to the kitchen for a snack. He hadn't bothered turning the lights on - waste of power, and he could see just fine. Maybe he'd make a sandwich. Yeah, that sounded nice...

He was so wrapped up in rummaging through the fridge he barely noticed the sound of a heartbeat behind- ... And above him. He recognized the sound, and the smell, but-

"Jesus fuck-!" He snapped, startling back at the pair of glowing eyes. "Elf! The hell're you doing?!"

[fvzzyelf]

"so it is," but his sun is not just the one holding sway in the bright blue sky, but it is also the groaning, grinning girl complaining sweetly about her very special breakfast.

"well!" he huffs and makes a move like he might pull the plate away, his tail already reaching for her fork.

"if you don't want it... i am happy to eat yours and mine! AND i suppose you are too old for gifts too??"

In general one morning was the same as any other; she went to sleep way too late, so her alarm came way too early, and it took every ounce of self-control not to flop back on her bed and go back to sleep -- but if she didn't get a move on she'd lose her turn in the showers and if she didn't at least wash her fur it got crusty...

She still had to shoulder one of the other girls out of the way to get her turn at the sink to twist her hair into some kind of order, the curls were often out of control and she saved her routine for the weekends when she also deep conditioned her pelt. It was a lot of work being an adorable fuzzy mutant, sometimes. A few spritzes of her favorite body spray, and she went back to her room to get dressed before heading down for breakfast like it was any other day, and certainly not her sixteenth birthday.

The outside of her door had cards and little gifts from her classmates taped to it already, and that made her heart melt a little. She wasn't sure if this place would ever feel like home, but then they'd started bringing in more kids...

Yawning, she slid onto one of the bar stools in the kitchen amid the chaos of a typical Institute morning, taking note of the fact that her father was in there cooking. If he wasn't she'd definitely have opted for a bowl of cereal, maybe some of that juice she'd shoved to the back of the fridge so the younger kids would stay out of it. But if he was cooking, it was a safe assumption he was making some for her too. It's just how Kurt operated.

"Too bad, Papa. You said yourself I was born after midnight but before the sun came up, and --" she jerked a thumb at the broad windows past the sinks. "Sun's shining."

The plate slid in front of her and Talia leaned back, groaning -- but she was smiling, because how cute was that? "Der Frühstücksmann, Papa?? You're talking about responsibility and feeding me like I'm six?"

[fvzzyelf]

☄ Has someone ever admitted to being inspired by you? ⚈ What sweet things tend to happen to you from time to time RP wise?

uhmmm i think so??? maybe?? i feel like it's often a case of us screamin at each other about inspiring each other lol!!

sweetest things is like when ooc i get random hellos and how are yous and i love yous, it's just nice to see honestly!!

[fvzzyelf]

☂ What’s your best RP experience?

MEETING YOU. no cap, i have never had a friend i have known IN PERSON that also writes literally the same shit I do. it's always been my little thing no one IRL gives a shit about (well, stacy loves to hear about it but she doesn't do it) and to be able to actually go over to your place and hang out as easily as we do is a god send.

like seriously i just do not have irl friends anymore besides stacy and you. i mean i can make some i guess but its not the same when they don't know about your one big passion and hobby???

anyway you are so wonderful and fun to hang with and i am sooooooooo happy we met!!!!!!

[fvzzyelf]

New AU: Kurt Wagner - Oscar nominated actor ... MISSING?

Born to the Baron Wagner and his late wife, Kurt was raised mostly by nannies and the household staff until he was old enough to send away to boarding school in england.

He was not born mutated and thus when Mystique left she did not take him with her, knowing that a life with the Baron would give him a better chance than what she could offer just then. However, when puberty hit Kurt never mutated, not even duress from the new school and the stress of trying to make friends with those who were not too keen on the new kid.

Maybe because his plight wasn't nearly as bad as others, given his nobility and his looks, as he was considered from a young age to be extremely handsome. His confidence grew as did his popularity, with a natural charm and puckish, devil-may-care attitude that had even teachers struggling to stay angry with him for long when he pulled some prank or broke a rule.

His calling came to him when he turned fifteen and joined a drama club to satisfy certain requirements for his courses. Kurt excelled and found he loved the stage, even if his father did not approve. It wouldn't much matter though as his father was too busy and often didn't care enough as long as Kurt was making the kind of grades that would put him through to Oxford. Or perhaps closer to home, TU Munich.

Kurt might have been forced to do a normal degree if his father had not passed away from a heart attack when Kurt was only eighteen. The businesses that Baron Wagner ran were easily run by their CEOs and boards and most other wealth came from land owned by his family still.

It allowed Kurt the freedom to choose to study drama at Oxford school of drama and he was very quickly discovered, making his debut in an HBO series at the young age of twenty-three.

Doors opened for him left and right and by the age of twenty-nine he was oscar nominated for best actor once and best supporting actor twice.

But when he turned thirty... everything changed. There was no explanation for it, only that it was something in his biology that triggered the x-gene that had laid dormant for so long. It happened when he was on his way to set in London and saw a child running out onto the street after a lost toy dropped while crossing.

Kurt didn't think twice about running at her and scooping her up just as a car came barreling through the crosswalk. They might have both died had he not suddenly teleported them from the middle of the crosswalk to the sidewalk by her screaming mother.

A mother that continued to scream when she saw her child was being held by what appeared to be a demon.

Kurt panicked. He felt the change, the sudden painful way his body morphology changed, and he was still changing when he fell to ground and released the little girl. Fur ripped through his skin, thick and blue. His ears grew, teeth ached from the sudden sprouting of fanged canines, and his spine burned painfully as his bones re-aligned themselves and sprouted at the tailbone... an actual tail.

Kurt Wagner disappeared. Or rather, the demon that saved a child did, only managing to get to his apartment by thinking desperately of how he was to get home and suddenly ending up there in a plume of noxious smoke.

His mutant gift alerted Cerebro and he was sought out by Xavier and his team, though none of them expected this new mutant to be a grown man, let alone someone so incredibly famous and known very much so for NOT being a mutant but a normal man.

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AU headcanons thus far: Kurt's accent isn't nearly as thick as he spent years in England for schooling and then for his work. Kurt has made the world question where he really is as he even his agents have no idea. He has dropped all upcoming roles and believes his career is over.

He is extremely depressed about that but slowly finding himself again with his new gifts.

He is much more sensitive to his looks and is very surprised anytime someone genuinely thinks he is still handsome.

Eventually Forge makes him an inducer and he attempts to go back to acting but For Reasons this doesn't work out as planned (the inducer can't hide how it feels to touch him so any scenes where he has to be touched are impossible, for example).

He may decide he has a duty to something beyond acting and that is to his fellow mutants, as he gets to know his new found family.

[fvzzyelf]

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♻ Any advice on improving Tumblr RP experience? ⛅  Do you believe aesthetics are another form of expression? ☮ Are you feeling happy and inspired right now? ☄ Has someone ever admitted to being inspired by you? ⚌ Who inspires you? ☸ Do you reblog from the source when someone practices reblog karma or do you follow it? ☯ Do you believe you’re a forgiving person? ☻ Have you ever made someone a promo or a positive shoutout? ♡ How many people do you like? Are there any people in particular that pop up? ☢ What calms you down after negativity? ☠ What keeps you happy? ☘ Is there anything that makes you instantly want to follow someone? ☕  Is it often you hear people complimenting your blog? Characters, writing, theme, icons, etc. ☂ What’s your best RP experience? ⚈ What sweet things tend to happen to you from time to time RP wise? ☐ What trends are you currently into? ★ What fandom do you consider welcoming? ☆ What are some the perks with the fandom you’re currently in? ♦ How has roleplaying on Tumblr improved since you started out? ⚓ Are there any small details you tend to like in roleplays? ⚡ What are the good sides with duplicates? ☀ What’s the best thing about roleplaying? ⛵ What genres do you like writing the most? ☺  What tends to bring out your muse the most? What inspires you?

[fvzzyelf]

12 drafts left oof. im going to bed i think i did plenty lolol

[fvzzyelf]

there is a very brief thought about angels that flits across his mind. how they appear to those they visit, so full of god they glow with his holy light. perhaps it's the way she is haloed by the kitchen's lighting, or maybe the fact that she is very quickly giving him a menu of which to choose from like a god-send indeed.

or it's both and that something about the way she is swimming in her pajamas is a delight. the bunny slippers make him pause before answering, his right eyebrow arching at the sight.

and then he is smiling. it feels strange, like his mouth had not been pulled in such a manner ever. he had smiled for his daughter as much as he could to ease her pain but not like this, not where it lifted to his eyes and made the gold glow just a little brighter.

"nein, I have not eaten, not really. i was too tired to attempt anything as wonderful as bacon and eggs," he says.

a pause and then, "ja, i could eat bacon and eggs... if you do not mind?"

she asked him something else, didn't she? kurt's mind is a mess, too heavy with everything to make sense of everything spoken just then. did she introduce herself? maybe that's what he missed!

"i'm kurt, sorry i should have said that first.. i do not think we have ever properly been introduced before."

"Oh shit!" Kitty nearly jumped out of her skin upon finding that the kitchen was not as empty ad she assumed. A hand pressed against her chest over her pounding heart, Kitty checked the room for anyone else. "I mean- oh crumbs. Is your daughter here?" She really should not be swearing in front of somebody so young. Not like Logan had held himself back when Kitty first arrived, but a teenager was a lot different from a small child. Talia was mercifully absent for this slip of the tongue.

Kurt's words finally caught up to her jumpy reaction and Kitty shook her head, a hand waving her hand in a gesture half way between dismissive and reassuring. "Oh no. Not loud at all. I could not even see you. Is that part of your mutation or am I just tired?" The woman's head tilted taking in the sight of their new team member sitting at the table looking exhausted and despondent. How else is he supposed to look Katherine? After everything he has been through and lost?

Kitty had to keep reminding herself of his situation. If not her mind would drift back to the extremely inappropriate response she had when the man first arrived. Of course that had been before she knew his wife just died, and yet the attraction refused to abate. It made the fact she was wearing bunny slippers and an oversized t-shirt with "Oh Pliés" in faded lettering somehow worse. Her brown eyes raked over him again. Holy Moly he was hot, even sad- Stop that! She forced herself to look at his plate instead. That was better. His plate with the solitary piece of blackened toast-

"Absolutely not. This is not how we are doing breakfast or would it be dinner for you? Did you eat?" The words tumbled off her tongue endlessly, filling the quiet of the room between them. She strode over to the refrigerator, bunny slippers protecting her feet from the cold tile, and pulled the door open. "I can make turkey bacon and eggs. We have cold cuts for sandwiches. I also hid some mint chocolate chip ice-cream in the back of the freezer."

She looked over her shoulder at Kurt expectantly. "Which do you want?"

[fvzzyelf]

always, she says, and he has a small glimmer of hope in his heart that she means that. he will not ruminate on it now and he won't let his hope run away with such a thought, not when there is something else so much more enticing to be mindful of just then.

how long has it been that he has had someone in his bed that also enjoys the way certain phrasings sound in the heat of the moment? kurt is a godly man, to be sure, but words shared between lovers is a sacred thing, even the most lewd ones. he does not find this act particularly sinful or shameful.

"can you handle more?" the question is genuinely out of concern, though. he gives her clit a soft suckle after and then lifts his chin again, head tilting as he regards her.

Hartley is finding she doesn't mind that he's so physically affectionate right now. Likes the reassurance of his touch in a way she normally wouldn't, and boxes that thought up to be examined later.

"For you baby, always."

It sounds softer than she means it - as though this is more than just sex, as much as she'd like a repeat performance. Many repeat performances.

Another thought to be boxed up for later, especially as he starts licking his own cum out of her still-tingling pussy. Hartley lets out a soft moan, the feeling heightened by how sensitive everything feels after two orgasms - though she hitches her leg a little higher to give him better access.

"Ah, is this the part where you want me to sing your praises, dirty man." She teases, eyes alight with amusement as she takes in the way his chin glistens with her pussy juices - even without his cum, after two orgasms Hartley knows she's a dripping mess, smearing over the insides of her thighs.

"I loved the way your cum filled my pussy, baby. The way your thick cock felt when you came in me." And would again, if she had her way. "And then you're so diligent. So thorough. Cleaning me up like that, just to fuck me stupid and fill me back up, hmm?"

[fvzzyelf]

does he find himself crestfallen with such a response? oh, perhaps a little, but it's nothing kurt can't handle. he's heard worse replies to his shameless flirting. and in fact, as it turns out, he need not worry when she seems to be willing to give something a go, at least.

and her laughter is nice.

more than nice, it's a little contagious. he finds himself chuckling too and lifts his nearly empty glass of beer.

"prost!" the drink goes down easy and he pushes the now empty glass forward while turning in his seat a little further to better face her. his tail sways languidly behind himself, a sure sign he is feeling his buzz.

"i will have whatever it is you are drinking. i'm kurt."

NOT  THAT  SHE  HAS  ANY  IDEA  HOW  HE  ACTS     on  any  given  day  —  except  for  currently,  which  is  charming  enough  to  have  drawn  her  attention  in  the  first  place  and  now  to  keep  it.      (  what  can  she  say?  she  likes  all  things  wyrd.  )      his  response  has  her  in  stitches,  enough  that  she  has  to  cover  her  mouth  to  keep  from      snorting      like  a  pig.

“  honestly?      no.      ”  if  it's  any  consolation  to  him,  she's  trying  to  keep  herself  together,  too,  even  though  she's       failing  miserably.      eventually,  her  laughter  simmers  down  to  a  light  giggle.  “  but  . . . ‘ow  about  i  buy  us  another  round  an’  we  go  from  there,  yeah?  ” 

[fvzzyelf]

as expected, storm is the belle of the ball, the one that stops most people from finishing their sentences when she enters. what with a mane white as snow bouncing down her back to her hips, curls nearly appearing to be alive with how they move with her every step, snake-like and liquid, it's no real wonder the crowd reacts in such a way.

but then you have her wearing a black dress cut against her body in such a way that it makes even the women blush and that isn't even mentioning the fact that without all of that, with no dress or jewels or hair done to the nines, she simply is the most beautiful person in a room always.

and kurt is thankful it's her he's been paired with for the evening. not just because he enjoys her company and finds her stunning, but for once it's not him people are staring at. not being blue, furred, and looking like a child of satan also helps, but mostly it's her.

the inducer is warm constant against his right wrist, giving off the softest vibration only kurt can feel against his true skin. it's a comfort in this crowd of well-to-do gothamites. he is just another white man among many here and lucky enough to be escorting storm down the steps of the main room. it's the only reason anyone would look at him, right?

so when he finds a moment to excuse himself he can do so easily and not attract a single eye as he worms his way through the crowd toward the bar.

he does not notice the few rogue gazes following him, however. he is too concerned with quieting the anxiety pent up in his chest to notice anyone noticing him. it's not until he's managed to secure a whiskey to sip that he realizes there is a small group of women looking his direction and laughing.

"vas-" he blinks owlishly, speaking out loud though only to himself, really. "are they laughing at me?"

@bruz3r

[fvzzyelf]

" honey , i'm home ! oh , i forgot. i'm not married. " highly selective and private selina kyle blog stolen by rose.

[fvzzyelf]

@alwaysxinxtrouble [for robin!]

the sun is drifting lower. from where kurt lays on the cool, damp earth, he can tell this much. the light between the trees had been higher up, blinding his eyes when the forest swayed with the bursting cold front rushing in from the north. now the light touches only half of his body, leaves the rest feeling the wet fur more until he is almost shivering from the lack of warmth.

it's useless, he knows, because he's tried it so many times in the past.... however long he has been laying here (time eludes him, he can only think of the warmth, the sun, the cold, the falling sun, the pain, the blood-).. but he tries once more and cries out, hoping..

"help..." it's getting harder to cry out loudly.

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he wakes with a start, a pop and crackle nearby making his fur stand on end at the nape of his neck. when did he ever fall asleep? or was it more than just sleep he fell in?

there is no earth under him. there is a soft mattress and he is no longer cold but warm, fur showing signs of being cleaned and freshly air-dried with the way it curls here and there at the thickest places.

the pop and crackle sounds off again and he sits up, the motion too quick and making his ribs ache.

"ach-" he grunts.

it's just the fire nearby, crackling as it does when burning through the firewood.

where IS he?

[fvzzyelf]

no, neither are poets, but kurt is certain they would leave the likes of keats weeping if this moment could be witnessed. how a poet would weave the languages together, german, english, and french, to build upon each thread until a story bursts through, it is beyond him.

he hardly has words for this moment himself, though there are three he longs to say. fear grips his heart though.

what if, what if, what if, it brays and kurt can only do so much to quiet the painful questioning.

it should be that this sort of unbridled affection brings only more ache but somehow it soothes as much as it burns at him. kurt drinks from frenchie freely, as if the kiss is water in a lonely desert, an oasis in which kurt eagerly settles.

he is opening his mouth to drink more and to offer more, a soft prod of pink tongue, an invitation to come devour, come feast on his heart.

kurt's thigh shifts, moves deliciously slow between frenchie's, grinding upward openly.

it's something special, all this. sharing their languages with each other and breathing them into the quiet of the bedroom. the safety. he's picking it up, german. word by word. he wouldn't have. not without kurt.

frenchie thinks that makes it more special.

kurt's worth it, also. learning for. it's warm in the bed. his fingers smooth over every inch of kurt that he can reach. his legs part easily to accept kurt's presence in his space. he gives a hum of approval.

he knows moments like this don't last forever. not for the likes of them. but he wants them to. and he'll relish them on his tongue like sucking candy. his hands settle happily on kurt's waist. frenchie studies kurt's face for a moment as he rolls the words over in his mind a few times.

he likes the way that kurt speaks. not just the german. it's the words he uses. the way he says them. frenchie thinks sometimes they sound like a prayer. and isn't that beautiful? frenchie's never been worthy of prayers. he'd stopped praying himself a long time ago. but kurt? he's worth it, he thinks. if frenchie's to give him a long, full life.

"i will give you this. a life." it's hard, to make a promise like that. given who he is. but he thinks kurt's worth it. making a promise like that for and trying to keep it. he'll call it an oath, maybe. stronger than just a promise. it fills him with a warm sort of purpose. he twists a little to press a kiss to the inside of kurt's wrist. "i am not a poet, i think. but-- -ma vie, je la préfère avec toi." i prefer my life with you.

frenchie's hands come up to cup kurt's cheeks and pull him in for a firm kiss.