#Aemilia may have just won a bet among the todesengel about how long it would take those love birds to finally start kissing

[sarcasticdolphin]

May I request for the snipped tag game: Smrtolf, ❤️ or 🤎 (the choice is yours)

It's still a bit of an odd feeling - Smrt's hand at Rudolf's back, just between his wings.

"My friend." Rudolf turns to greet him, leaning into the touch. He'll never have enough of this.

Smrt brushes a piece of Rudolf's fluffy hair out of his eyes before twining his arms around the young angel, pulling him closer. "Rudolf."

Rudolf lets his arms rest on Smrt's chest for a moment before moving them to wrap around his friend's neck and gently nosing his cheek. There's something that feels so right about being properly in his friend's embrace after being denied it again and again.

Smrt's hand comes up to stroke Rudolf's jawbone. It tickles and Rudolf giggles, his wings happily twitching behind him. Smrt smiles at that, letting his finger drift to below Rudolf's chin before pulling him closer.

Their noses brush for a moment, and Rudolf takes the moment to try and figure out Smrt's eye color. His eyes look grey most of the time, but in certain lights, they have a lovely hint of pale blue.

They are already so close that Rudolf isn't really sure if he is the one that leans in, or if it is his friend. The kiss is odd, in a way. A brief little thing, but it has a feeling of finality to it. Smrt's lips are soft but cool, and Rudolf finds himself making a rather pathetic noise when Smrt pulls away.

That earns a gentle chuckle from his friend, and he pulls Rudolf in for another kiss. The angel savors it, pulling Smrt closer. He wants more, more of his beautiful friend. They have so much time to make up for, after all.

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Deep in the shadows and unseen to the love birds, a small convoy of crows deposited bottle caps at the feet of a smug-looking raven.