[Apparently, even psychopaths can fall into a boring rut. But Ivar isn't about to let things get too boring between them, lest Dodger try and leave him. Of course, they both know the only way that would happen is if Dodger left in a body bag.
One brilliantly blue eye opens up at the simultaneous feeling of Dodger's hands on his skin and the cold steel of a knife at his throat. There's a smirk hovering around his throat. Hmmm, he's getting a little slow if Dodger was able to sneak up on him that well. One hand comes up to Dodger's face, running over his scars lovingly before tightening an ironclad grip around his throat. Can't let his boyfriend get too complacent now and think that he can start walking all over him.]
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One brilliantly blue eye opens up at the simultaneous feeling of Dodger's hands on his skin and the cold steel of a knife at his throat. There's a smirk hovering around his throat. Hmmm, he's getting a little slow if Dodger was able to sneak up on him that well. One hand comes up to Dodger's face, running over his scars lovingly before tightening an ironclad grip around his throat. Can't let his boyfriend get too complacent now and think that he can start walking all over him.]
What a morning greeting.