He couldn’t help but smirk at the snowy prophet’s fervour to their kiss, deepening it. Snow was cold, to be sure, and he tasted a bit metallic like blood but there was also another odd taste. One that was familiar yet strangely…foreign. Ah, the strange tingling of the Void’s energy. An odd mix.

Overlord could feel the slight chap to Snow lips, scraping against his with desire. He could feel the prophet’s need to get closer to him, to absorb his warmth. Overlord hands roved to the back of his mirror’s head and to his shoulder, pressing him farther into his embrace. He liked this, he liked this a lot.

The prophet leaned his head back against the warmth of the other’s hand. It felt so pleasant, so inviting. So tempting. Briefly, he parted their lips. “You’re so warm,” he murmured, purposely leaving his lips parted in case the overlord wanted a little more.

Overlord smiled wryly at the prophet’s words. Against him, everything was warm.

“How much warmer do you want to be Snow?” His gloved hand stroked across the padded shoulder of his opposite, down to his forearm. Purple eyes laden with hidden excitement, waited for Snow’s answer.

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Overlord held a hand to his chin, scratching at the barely-there stubble. Did he want to see his death, truly? He’s been seeking the cause of his death for so many years he had lost count.

“I suppose if I knew how I were to die, I’d try to speak my peace to my followers. To the Void. Thanking it, I suppose.” He said with a steady voice. “Heh, if I were completely honest, I’d say it’s a matter of remembrance.”

“I don’t particularly want to be remembered as a cold bastard, but a respectable leader of the Void’s army.” Overlord looked at Vizier mildly and spoke plainly. To be respected as leader and remembered as such since he became Prophet and Overlord.

It seemed like something that could be done without knowing you were coming to an end, but he did not know much of the void or what forces drove it. The etiquette about mortality, if it even had any. His interactions with Rek’Sai were more numerous than he cared for and if she was anything to go by, they did not care much for formalities.

“Would it not be distracting?” he murmured softly. “I have known only one to foresee their own death, and it ruined him.”

When spoken so plainly it could almost seem noble. The path to hell was paved in honest intentions, however. The vizier knew that first hand, he was a prime example.

“Distracting? No. No I don’t think so.” Overlord shook his head. “Comforting? Perhaps. For me at least. If I know how I die I would like to make a final stand, as it were.”

The armoured man folded his arms and took a breath. Vizier likes to pry, it seems. But if people were not curious, our ancestors would never have discovered fire. Its just unfortunate that people had to get burned beforehand.

"I wish to stand as a leader and Overlord of the coming invasion and face my demise with honour and courage. What about you Vizier? Would you want to wander aimlessly through life, not knowing how it will all end? I would have expected you to possibly have a similar philosophy to me in all honesty."

“That the Freljord’s weather certainly didn’t affect your *ahem* snow balls.”

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Overlord’s eye’s widened for a moment as Snow pulled him in, his heat dissipating with each passing second. Gods he’s cold. Even with his winter clothing on Snow seemed to cold all over, but then again not. And Overlord wanted to find out badly.

“You’re so cold Snow, your name mirrors the person it seems, in colour and temperature.” the armoured man whispered, ushering hot breaths. He brought up a hand and gently caressed his opposite’s cheek and jaw. Even through his glove, Snow was chilly to the touch.

“Let me warm you up.” with that Overlord moved in, closing his eyes as he so wanted to find out what Snow tasted like.

His lips warmed up with the heat of the other being so close. The overlord’s lips felt surprisingly soft against his own. He wanted more of that warmth, more of that feeling. Snow pulled the other deeper into the kiss, craving the warmth he felt on the other’s skin.

Snow himself tasted like a mixture between, funny enough, snow and blood with a hint of Void. His lips were chapped, but only just. And cold, of course, not unlike steel in his body’s desire to absorb heat.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the snowy prophet’s fervour to their kiss, deepening it. Snow was cold, to be sure, and he tasted a bit metallic like blood but there was also another odd taste. One that was familiar yet strangely…foreign. Ah, the strange tingling of the Void’s energy. An odd mix.

Overlord could feel the slight chap to Snow lips, scraping against his with desire. He could feel the prophet’s need to get closer to him, to absorb his warmth. Overlord hands roved to the back of his mirror’s head and to his shoulder, pressing him farther into his embrace. He liked this, he liked this a lot.

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“Ah yes, forgive me. Albino, or albinism, means a person is pale of skin and hair, but also has red or pink eyes.“ Overlord brushed the hair out of his eyes to reveal a faint outline of a tan in the shape of his helmet’s opening.

“Though only you could tell me if you were albino, as I’m not going take your goggles off. Your wishes.” He shrugged and tipped his head to the side, not minding that fact that he can't Snow’s orange lenses off him. 

The snowy prophet lowered his hand after the overlord explained. Then, he pulled the other’s face closer. Now that his face was expose, the exposed skin felt incredibly cold, and he could feel the heat radiating off the other. Though the rest of his body was still warm, Snow so wanted that warmth on his exposed skin. He wanted it so much.

“In that case, I suppose you are correct in calling me so.”

Overlord’s eye’s widened for a moment as Snow pulled him in, his heat dissipating with each passing second. Gods he’s cold. Even with his winter clothing on Snow seemed to cold all over, but then again not. And Overlord wanted to find out badly.

"You're so cold Snow, your name mirrors the person it seems, in colour and temperature." the armoured man whispered, ushering hot breaths. He brought up a hand and gently caressed his opposite's cheek and jaw. Even through his glove, Snow was chilly to the touch.

"Let me warm you up." with that Overlord moved in, closing his eyes as he so wanted to find out what Snow tasted like.