#drake and varlock being cute again omg

[empire-at-war]

Kissing prompts 03

for @starrealis and @dingoat

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DRAKE (@starrealis) and VAR'LOCK - kiss on the cheek

Drake stood in front of the painting, unable to look away from the huge canvas that decorated an entire wall in the dining room. Like most of her other paintings it was done in blood and other organic substances he didn't even want to inspect too closely. The composition was eerie, the almost three dimensional effect of the painting somehow deeply unsettling.

The man depicted in the painting was clearly supposed to be him, painted in full frontal nudity, his body twisting in something that could be agony or bliss, arching gracefully towards the viewer. The expression on the handsome face made Drake's skin crawl.

He shuddered as slender, long-fingered hands squeezed his shoulders, and his lover pressed a quick kiss against his cheek. He took a deep breath and sighed. “I'm deeply honored, but...” he hesitated, checking if his lover's wife had crept up to stand behind them.

Just to make sure, he whispered the next words. “Did you have to put it up in the dining room?”

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ULFRAN (@dingoat) and Sith!Silvass - kiss on the hand

Silvass took one of the drinks from the silvery tray, downed it and grimaced. Even the drinks were dreadfully boring. Oh, how he hated these kind of events. Everything was dreadfully boring and dreadfully formal tonight. There was no entertainment whatsoever, and the music was almost as tedious and dull as the other guests.

He looked around and sighed, almost ready to commandeer the entire tray of drinks in the hopes of numbing his boredom with alcohol, when he saw something from the corner of his eyes. Or rather someone. Someone he hadn't noticed before, as if the man was trying not to be noticed. Interesting.

The newcomer was obviously Sith, human, the first streaks of gray in his hair clearly visible. He didn't seem to enjoy his time here any more than Silvass did. The thing that stood out most about him were his striking eyes, so different from most other Sith. Like molten silver...

“Well, hello there...” Silvass leaned into the human's personal space, enjoying the sharp intake of breath and the almost instantaneous hostility the man kept hiding so well.

He grabbed his hand and lifted it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss on the knuckles. “I don't think we have been introduced. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”