— кирилл чудомирович флинс | you had a bit too much to drink, and he asks you to teach him "mortal" ways.

—— ཐི❤︎ཋྀ ——

⚚ [PRE/UN-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP] a private, drunken night in the lighthouse with him. the careful walls of his ancient, courtly persona have crumbled, leaving only a lonely, curious fae who's tired of ghosts and ledgers. he stumbles into your space, his polite curiosity turning into a raw, clumsy, and desperate physical need. he confesses his theoretical and vague understanding of intimacy and asks for your help in experiencing it. it's a slightly surreal proposition from an ancient being who usually treats the living with detached courtesy.

can't believe I haven't made a flins bot yet.. I hope this is in character cuz tbh writing him was kind of hard for me 😅😅