[Sampo calls him his favorite, and it sends a little thrill down Gepard's spine. It shouldn't. But it does. Because Sampo could've had the entire universe, but he picked Belobog? He picked him? It's probably a line. It's probably a lie. But he believes in it- which is terrible, but they're waltzing under the starlight and everything feels perfect.
The music fades. And it's tempting to pave the path back to something resembling normalcy - a comment about the game, about how they might as well get on with it, a comment about Sampo's criminal ways - but he's kissed and Gepard promptly melts in Sampo's arms. He leans into the kiss, a little desperately (with a whimper, muffled), hands twisting in the fabric of Sampo's jacket before one hand sides into Sampo's hair. It feels like a dream. He danced under the starlight with a man who makes him feel special, everything's absurdly romantic, if he woke up in the snow Gepard wouldn't be entirely surprised. Upset, but not surprised.
But he breaks the kiss for air. The moment holds. He's a little bit surprised and hopes Sampo can't tell.]
How do you want to... [Um.] ...conclude our wager?
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The music fades. And it's tempting to pave the path back to something resembling normalcy - a comment about the game, about how they might as well get on with it, a comment about Sampo's criminal ways - but he's kissed and Gepard promptly melts in Sampo's arms. He leans into the kiss, a little desperately (with a whimper, muffled), hands twisting in the fabric of Sampo's jacket before one hand sides into Sampo's hair. It feels like a dream. He danced under the starlight with a man who makes him feel special, everything's absurdly romantic, if he woke up in the snow Gepard wouldn't be entirely surprised. Upset, but not surprised.
But he breaks the kiss for air. The moment holds. He's a little bit surprised and hopes Sampo can't tell.]
How do you want to... [Um.] ...conclude our wager?