Bloodied head, muzzle, against snow shaded fur, hearts singing in their perches like sick birds.
tangle of lean legs, blood and moss and fur and limbs.

Listening intently, the soft sound of breathing, muffled by a mask, still so musical to his ears.

"Beautiful"

A pair of flat grey eyes gazed down at him.

He merely smiled back, ears tilting back sheepishly.

The soft cold of metal brushed his cheek and he nuzzled back lightly.

He raised his head high, though still not as large as the white one next to him.

They watched quietly as others passed, gazing upon them in fear, in wonder.
He paid them little mind, violet eyes gazing about slowly.

"are you sure?" the rasping voice was unexpected.

"That I want to be yours?"

The Prince of Hearts smiled again, head bobbing once.

"Yes.
Mielasis.
Sweetheart"

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don't they make just a twistedly cute pair.
Vilnius and Sweetheart are now official.
everyone throw Rice!....
or hearts.