The tall, silent bug lowered himself to the fiery gaze of the troupe master. He sighs, a warm breeze of air hitting the bug.
"Tell me your secrets, my love. Tell me everything." He breathes, letting the taller bug hold him in a cold, yet warm embra...
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The burst of heat that came from inside of Grimm's heart was all he needed to tell himself he was completely, and helplessly, in love with the beautiful Vessel that was named Ghost.
"Mrmmm, Master?" Brumm quietly asks, snapping Grimm out from his thoughts. He looks at Brumm, tilting his head in question, gesturing for him to go on. Grimm could suddenly feel the grin that was behind Brumm's mask.
"No, I am not thinking about Ghost, Brumm." Grimm says defensively, crossing his arms and looking away. He knew it was obvious. Brumm laughs light-heartedly, shaking his head.
"Master, it's quite obvious. Mrmmm." Brumm says, shrugging. Grimm huffs, not even ready to admit it to himself.
Brumm suddenly nudges Grimm. "Mrmmm, Grimm, you need to tell him before I do."
