#[ oh my god i forgot to put silver on my muse list WHO AM I?? ]

[byteing]

Horst, wearing one of those mistletoe-dangle-headbands, waggles his eyebrows.

"Tis' the season?"

Silver’s nose scrunches like he’s considering a divorce (for all that they aren’t, technically, married—do either of them even exist on paper anymore?) but his eyes smile. “‘Tis the season,” he confirms solemnly, and reaches up to grip the back of Horst’s neck gently, pulling him down for a long-overdue kiss.