Hungry Like The Wolf (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

"Alright, fine, fine.." he said. The rest of the day was dull, boring even. Soon, night began to fall.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Ulric pulled his wagon and horses to the side of the road, unhitching them so they could rest and graze as he set up camp.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas sighed softly and relaxed as he lay under the stars.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He started a fire and cooked up some meat and vegetables he had in his provisions.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas made a noise and looked at the food, trying not to look like he was begging.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Ye git some too, don' worry." He said, "I'm not cruel."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"I just did not want to assume.." he said. "Thank you.."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Once everything finished, Ulric handed him a plate, "Want any mead?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Uh.. yes, if you're willing to spare any.." he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I packed sum in my provisions..." He said, grabbing two mugs and a bottle of mead.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He took a mug and held it out to be filled. "Thank you.."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He nodded and poured him some mead before filling his own mug.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He smiles and drinks a bit, eventuslly finishing his food and heading to sleep.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Ulric got comfortable under a tree, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. His arms looked even bigger.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas sighed almost dreamily. Even if he was kind of a dick, he was still hot.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Somethin' on yer mind, little morsel?" He asked gruffly, eyes still closed.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"M-Morsel?" He asked. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "No."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Then why did you sigh like that?" He asked.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"No reason, you're fine, get back to sleep.." he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He smirked lightly to himself and peeked an eye open before flexing his arm a bit.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas looked over and his face flushed before he looked away again.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He chuckled almost darkly and got comfortable.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas muttered somrthing before falling asleep.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

In the morning, Ulric packed up everything and hitched the horses before getting in his seat.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Sylas sat in the back like usual, trying not to stare at Ulric. What was wrong with him?