Then let's toast to our well-being, and long-lasting friendship, til death do we part.
[ the soft hold on gogol's hand shifts, helping him tilt the liquid into fyodor's mouth. he swallows, making sure that he spills the potion against the other's lips. it feels like a vow, a promise.
but as the pungent liquid hits his tongue and slides down his throat, fyodor is visibly disappointed that this feels like having a poorly brewed cup of tea.]
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[ the soft hold on gogol's hand shifts, helping him tilt the liquid into fyodor's mouth. he swallows, making sure that he spills the potion against the other's lips. it feels like a vow, a promise.
but as the pungent liquid hits his tongue and slides down his throat, fyodor is visibly disappointed that this feels like having a poorly brewed cup of tea.]