#♕➳—— ❝ there is no armor against fate 》 first army verse

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@korolnichevoya asked

‘ you’re getting sloppy. ’

❝ Me? Sloppy? The cold must be causing you to hallucinate, Kolya.❞

An easy grin falls onto Dominik's lips, his hands pinned beneath Nikolai's, his prince on top of him in the snow. They are alone in the woods, a little offside from their camp near to the Fjerdan border. Both of the men found it a brilliant idea to let off some steam - in one way or another - and a quick sparring session under the cover of trees had seemed like a welcomed outlet.

He has let his friend have the upper hand until now, acting defensive rather than outright aggressive but he knew just how to flip the tables. Nikolai's face is hovering over his, too damn close, his breath warm and quick against his neck and he leans in under the pretend of a kiss before shifting his weight, using the momentum, the split second of lost focus to switch position. Dominik is straddling Nikolai's chest now, laughing - the tone so candid, like a thick stream of warm honey and milk.

❝ I will be the death of you, Lantsov. ❞

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