( It's warm in Denmark's house. Smells of freshly cut wood and long burning fires. Alcohol. )
Denmark catches Estonia's chin with a laugh, pulls him in close and kisses his forehead soaked with browned sweat and blood. The skin's stained and bruised there (black, red and blue), tender from where Denmark punched him earlier; but Estonia does not cry, does not even conjure up a wince. Does not make a noise when Denmark presses his lips roughly against his own, split open by means of a previous blow from the hilt of a sword.
"I've won fair and square," says Denmark, practically sings. He releases his new ward, watching the smaller nation tumble back from the lack of support. Estonia stares at the floor, and calmly decides that he wants to throw up on it one day. The best 'welcome home' gift he can offer - burning acid waste on the honored panels of Denmark's beloved house, courtesy of his up turned bowels. "You'll be living with me now."
When he looks up to glare, Denmark smiles at him, mouth red and wet.
"You're mine."
/not ..porn, but as you can see, I can barely pull a sentence together. I owe you modern!Denmark/Estonia ...po..rn ..then....LOL IDEK
- OMG WHAT ;_; ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME GIRLY AND SAPPY, ARE YOU. I think you are. I SMELL A CONSPIRACY. Ilu! ♥
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Date: 2009-05-31 11:26 am (UTC)Denmark catches Estonia's chin with a laugh, pulls him in close and kisses his forehead soaked with browned sweat and blood. The skin's stained and bruised there (black, red and blue), tender from where Denmark punched him earlier; but Estonia does not cry, does not even conjure up a wince. Does not make a noise when Denmark presses his lips roughly against his own, split open by means of a previous blow from the hilt of a sword.
"I've won fair and square," says Denmark, practically sings. He releases his new ward, watching the smaller nation tumble back from the lack of support. Estonia stares at the floor, and calmly decides that he wants to throw up on it one day. The best 'welcome home' gift he can offer - burning acid waste on the honored panels of Denmark's beloved house, courtesy of his up turned bowels. "You'll be living with me now."
When he looks up to glare, Denmark smiles at him, mouth red and wet.
"You're mine."
/not ..porn, but as you can see, I can barely pull a sentence together. I owe you modern!Denmark/Estonia ...po..rn ..then....LOL IDEK
- OMG WHAT ;_; ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME GIRLY AND SAPPY, ARE YOU. I think you are. I SMELL A CONSPIRACY. Ilu! ♥