"Life is like the ocean. Rough, harsh and unpredictable, but its still frickin' beautiful." 🌊 Marvel OC, Comics, MCU RP, Crossovers. 💧+5 years EXP. Literate Semi Descriptive. 🌊Hydrokinetic Mutant, Ninja, "Werewolf-ism". 💧 Loves Anime, Big Dork. Ships? Maybe. 🌊 🔁 & ❤

Corvus bowed his head, “Sire.”

His eyes shines bright upon meeting Proxima’s gaze, tilting his head to one side ever so slightly. Arms crossed over his chest however his posture was lax; a natural response when he’s in his wife’s presence.

His head instantly turns to her, his usual menacing grin softened upon hearing Proxima’s words. “.. and I love you, my dear Midnight.”

He tracks her every movement closely, unfolding his arms from his chest as Proxima reached out to him. His claws; the very same claws that can easily ripped apart any creature is now holding his wife’s hand with such tenderness. He pressed his lips on the back of her hand.

Corvus then lifted his head so he could brushed his lips on the shell of Proxima’s ear, “.. It’s late, my love. Should we retire to our chambers?” The male proceeds to kiss along her slender neck, hoping to persuade her and knowing all too well how much she dislike resting.

If he was surprised he didn’t show it, merely letting out a hum of approval as he was being led to their chambers. Honestly even if she didn’t agree he would have thrown her over his shoulder and carried her off. He was lucky enough to do it without a broken nose.

Upon entering he then pushed the button on the keypad, locking the door. Noticing her yawn, he stepped behind her to wrapped his arms around her midsection. Claws splayed out on her abdomen, pulling her into his chest, nose pressed on the back of her neck. “Tired, wife?”

He trailed his nose upwards towards her ear, gently nipping on it. “You have been working hard, my Midnight. You deserve a few days of rest..” Corvus tightens his hold on her, his thumb caressing her strong muscle through her clothing. “Shall I take you away somewhere?”

“Your wish is my command,” he purrs as he bumped his nose along her jaw, forcing her to present her neck to him, “.. my Queen.” Her scent is usually the strongest there and he could never grow tired of it.. of her. “For now lets rest, hm?”

“Tsk.. I have asked Thanos to give us a few days of reprieve.. and you accepted a mission?” He clicks his tongue as he was leaning against the doorway of their chambers, arms folded across his chest.

—— #wcw（@PROXIMITl） He thought she’d adore the endearments . . Crush —? Hardly the correct word for it. More like his shinning star, no — his universe, isn’t that right — 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑦?

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Corvus merely scoffed but he did not turn to fully addressed her. “You need not worry about my paradise, Supergiant nor the absentee of my wife.” He grumbles. If only now she noticed Proxima’s delayed return, one can only imagine the emptiness Corvus felt since day one.

|| Still don’t have stable internet until further notice.

“Honestly, as if I can die that easily——nor forget about my Midnight..” 。。。He indeed did forgot to report back to her.

Is currently making his way down the bridge as we speak. No need to be hasty of having his head just yet. One should know just useful it is after all.

There was no point in hiding his disappointment sigh at being detected so easily. He had just put one foot in. “Now what do I have to grovel for?” He asked rather 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦.

Corvus blinked at the changed in Proxima’s demeanour. It was minuscule but he noticed it. “… My apologies, my lady,” he said as he came closer, brushing a clawed finger against her cheek. “I do not give up my vow so easily.. I will always return to you.”