A permanent mark
Grim x Vox start
The veil. The space between the world of the living and the worlds of the dead, Grims world really. A thin sliver of space between existence and death, shrouded by an oppressive curtain that suppressed ones breathing and slowed the world around them while they moved faster.
No one could see the pair as they walked through the ministry, practically floating over the marble tiles as they danced towards Grims chambers. As they walked, ghosts of souls who refused to leave wandered the veil, souls of those they passed by were visible faintly to the necromancer, not as bright as they are to the Reaper though. Everything moved slowly around them until Grim pulled them out of the veil, his hand wrapping around the door handle. But rather than opening it, he stopped and looked down at Voxir, tail flicking.
“Are you sure you are ready for this?” He hummed, knowing that sometimes choices made around a-lot of people could be changed once alone.
Pushing his silver hair back, he cocked his head. It had been a long time since he had messed around with a human. Sure Voxir was almost as tall as him, so he didn’t have to worry as much about impaling him. But… well Voxir was still human, and a human who was going to spend his first time with an ancient ghoul.
“Oh someones shy~” his hand slipped around to the back of his neck. “Thats alright we can be shy this morning if you are going to be shy.”
This was fun. He already had Voxir blushing like crazy and he was feeling good himself. Though he was still in need of a shower, possibly both of them since the bath was cut short by someone falling asleep. But for now he was content cuddling and listening to music.