comic about v2 and the goal they'll never fully reach alongside a dissatisfying conclusion. intimate rivalry and all
(alternative ending comic. V1 dies instead of V2 during 4-4. V2 is narrating. V1 is dead.)
The first kiss they share is in a corner of the Layton after hours and hours of celebrating. The kiss lasts no more than a few seconds because there's someone calling Mav's name, and the man is already looking that way, maybe to answer their shipmate. But Ice wants the kiss to go on for just a little longer, so he closes his hands around Mav's faces (and Mav can't help but think he has really soft hands for someone in their line of work) and they stay there, looking at each other for a few moments before they are kissing again.
(It becomes their thing, Ice's hands caressing Mav's cheeks or just touching them while the kiss. Mav's attention is all on Ice, and Ice can kiss him for as long as he wants. It gets to be their thing so much that it happens even when Ice is sleepy and hadn't his morning share of cuddles. It particularly happens a morning where Ice comes down for breakfast, Mav is talking with somebody Ice has no care for in that moment, and he just hugs Mav against his chest and shsh whomever the fuck is talking at six in the fucking morning on Sunday and he kisses Mav, just a pec because one of his hands find his way in Mav's hair and the other one on his cheek and then they are kissing, slowly and softly, Mav's back against the kitchen counter and no hurry in Ice's mind. When they are done, two or ten minutes later, Ice leaves one last kiss on his husband's lips before mumbling something about getting back to bed and that Mav should come with him. Around them is just silence but, once again, Ice doesn't a fuck because it's too early and he wants to sleep and be cuddle, damn.)
These legends took my lil Izzy to Oz Comic-Con today! Photos and videos were forbidden but Con snatched the phone and recorded this video!!* He's taking it home, the beautiful unicorn, what a king I'M DYING!! ☠️🖤🦄
*names concealed to protect my identity as two racoons in a raincoat