Owner of a Lonely Heart

“Just a little while longer.”

“Can you come tuck me in?”

“Come on, I’ll tuck you in.”

“Did you sleep okay last night?”

“C’mon, read me something! Just like old times.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Can we stay in tonight?”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Shh, it’s okay.”

“Go to sleep, go to sleep.”

“Hold my hand.”

“C’mere, it’s alright.”

“You’re fine.”

“You’re apart of the family.”

“Hug?”

“Gimme a kiss!”

“Can I snuggle with you?”

“Your breakfast is getting cold!”

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“I got you something!”

“No, go back to sleep.”

“What are you smiling about?”

“He’s such a downer.”

“Here, I’ll zip you up.”

“Do you want me to read to you?”

“I know a lullaby. Think that’ll help you sleep?”

“Turn around!”

“Your tie is crooked.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Can we get a dog?”

“I love you.”

“Time for your bath.”

“You first.”

“Lemme wash your hair.”

“Stop squirming!”

“My turn!”

“Mind if I move a bit closer?”

“Can I stay the night?”

“Don’t you dare go outside without a coat.”

“They forgot to flush!”

“Come here!”

“Mom! They’re being mean!”

“Dad! They’re being mean!”

“Help! They’re being mean!”

“Think we can play a board game later?”

“Don’t be so mean to them, you understand me?”

“Watch your tone!”

“Here. I’ll do it for you. Give me the tie.”

“Don’t slam the door!”

“Eat your greens.”

“Stop playing with your food.”

“Your room looks like a cyclone ran through it.”

“Happy Birthday!”

“They sing like a goddamn crow.”

“Don’t sass me, young lady.”

“Don’t sass me, young man.”

“Don’t sass me, little one.”

“I don’t like kissing them.”

“I was gone for ten fucking minutes!”

“Read to me.”

“What is going on?”

“You’re crazy, but I like that.”

“Hey, watch out for them, okay?”

“I got the last slice of pizza. I’m gonna have to throw it up for you to get it.”

“We’re out of milk again!”

“Who wants a hearty breakfast?”

“Back in my day….”

“They’re my annoying younger sibling.”

            “Oh? If you know so well, then tell me–               what would I say?”

What hurt most was the fact that Miles had acted without telling him. Fenris had struggled for a long time to open up fully with Miles, but he’d never expected Miles to keep something from him.

as requested by anon. part one here ( x ). Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Make sure to eat before you go.”

“What were you thinking?!”

“How are you getting home?” / “What time will you be back?”

“Don’t eat/drink that!”

“I don’t trust him/her/them.”

“You’re so clumsy…come here.”

“Don’t you dare go out there young man/lady/one!”

“You can’t just go wandering off like that.”

“I’m not going to let you die/get hurt/get your heart broken.”

“Is this person/lady/guy bugging you?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of there.”

“Put on your seatbelt.”

“You don’t understand it now, but I’m trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to save me.” / “It’s my job to save you.”

“Let me go in first.”

“Did you not see that car/motorcycle/space ship/etc. coming right at you?”

“Stop complaining. I’m trying to save your life.”

“I’ll diffuse the bomb. You get out of here.”

“Come on, let’s go for a walk.”

“I know I never say it, but…thanks.” / “I will never say thanks.”

“Will you stay a little longer?”

“I didn’t tell you because I knew what you’d say.”

“Stop talking or we’ll be found.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“Don’t you see that it’s a trap?”

2. A question you're surprised no one has asked.

3. A favorite picture of your muse. And explain why.

4. A favorite picture of your muse's face claim BUT that you don't think actually matches your character too well. And explain why.

5. Gifs or icons and why?

6. Top 3 favorite fonts for Photoshops?

7. Formatting or no and why?

8. Sidebar themes, yes or no?

9. Themes where the scrolling part is a center rectangle and there's a still picture outside. Yes or no and why?

10. One bad part of writing in general?

11. One bad part of writing alone?

12. One bad part of writing with others (roleplaying)?

13. Something you don't think you're good at writing and why.

14. How do you keep your blog organized?

15. One thing that draws you to a character to want to roleplay them?

16. One thing that draws you to a character to make you want to roleplay WITH them (as your partner's character)?

17. A character trait you think is overused?

18. A character trait you don't see often that your muse has.

19. A character trait you don't see often that your muse does NOT have and why.

Please include if you want answers for a particular verse or ship.

For breaking the ice in the worst possible way, featuring themes including: kidnapping, murder, stalking, injury, monsters, and just general meanness. [Brackets] indicate spaces to include your own words to personalize your ask!

Miles began nodding immediately, hand stetching out to take Fenris’. Really, he was relieved - the irrational worrying part of him thought Fenris might not care about his rituals. After all, it wasn’t as if he’d ever met Miles’ parents.

“I’d like that. I think she would too.”

How strange it was, that not so long ago his first instinct upon seeing an outstretched hand would have been to recoil. Yet now, Fenris willingly let his hand slip into Miles’ own, the slightest hint of a smile on his lips.

Miles' cradled Fen's hand to his cheek, staring off into the distance. He liked talking about them, even if he ended up teary most times.

           “I… would like to go with you. If I may.”

As soon as he’d said it, he’d questioned his own words. Perhaps Miles wanted to be alone. It was a private thing, after all. But they were married. Surely that meant something… right? 

Then again, he hadn’t exactly gotten much exposure to such relationships before. 

              “When Mari said her friend was               loaded, I didn’t think she meant               this much–”

Alistair looked around the place, wondering whether he’d even be able to navigate without a map. It was less of a home and more of an estate– it reminded him of his father’s place. Not that he’d ever been there more than once or twice, and at that it had been after he’d passed away. 

Miles laughed, a bit self-consciously. He loved his charities, but he certainly didn’t give away the entirety of his money. It was a balance he tried to strike between giving his daughter everything that she could ever want and making sure that other children had the same opportunity. He rubbed the back of his neck, glad that they were moving on quickly.

“Ah, yes! Yes. The Dove Foundation. We work to stop human trafficking both nationally and internationally, especially of children. I’m sure you’ve heard statistics - did you realize that the UK is the most common country children are trafficked from? Children! From our own backyards. It’s unthinkable.

“Right, sorry, not the topic at hand. So! In the short term, I’d appreciate a security presence at my gala. Nothing too intense, but we’ve had some... unfortunate incidents.”

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”