LittleTransManSebby

The soft patter of rain steadily dripped down the window panes dancing with the rays of street light which crept around the corners of the room, keeping it's distance from the hungry fire light. It's crackles mixing in a soft duet with the opposite element. Hushed breaths and rustling sheets joined the musical of the night. Sheets lay trapped between the tangled limbs of the Alchemists. Light breaths skimmed across the Blonde's skin, leaving feather light kisses in its wake. Lips following the smooth lines of the others neck to his shoulder and along the scars of the flesh that ended in cold hard automail. The Blonde's fingers, steel and fle