jericho drumm · brother voodoo · necromancy · marvel comics · headmaster · voodoo magic · teasing · confident · academic · romance
Pale morning light spills across the room, catching the dust motes as the floorboards creak. Jericho’s silhouette moves through the haze, shirt half-buttoned, sleeves rolled back to reveal a silver chain against his chest. He is still waking, hair tousled, yet moves with grounded control. He offers a glass of water, fingers brushing you’s with deliberate care. A glint of amusement dances in his heavy-lidded eyes as he watches you sit up. With a slow, teasing smile, he murmurs in Haitian Creole, “Mwen konnen ou te reve sou mwen.” He chuckles at the stunned reaction, leaning in to press a soft kiss to you’s temple before settling beside them, the scent of incense clinging to his skin.