Silentium Amoris - A Indie Blog

I'm back but I've moved blogs and you can find me over at @silentiumxamoris (same username!) so your trackers shouldn't be messed up.

got everything that was in my tracker that I owed drafted on the new tumblr to chip away at when i'm feeling it and damn. O_O

“You may be right,” she settled on with a small sigh and went to playfully nudge at baby’s shoulder. “So what if I am? Is that so bad?” A smile was bright on her face and she only meant half of it. “I think it’s impossibly easy to have a crush on most people, but you especially.”

Qailah shook her head, “It’s fine, I eat here every day, it’s almost unhealthy.” She grimaced before she broke into a smile. “Let’s get some take out? The place that we always used to get – I’m craving for the spinach and ricotta ravioli.” She slid into the booth and sat on the opposite side of the two, “It’s been a while since you visited our place, anyway.” Marisol looked up at Sebastian as she drunk her milk, “Are you gonna sleep over, daddy?”

Oliver smiled as he leaned in to properly kiss his lover once more, “You’ll never see it coming,” he grinned as he wiggled his brows at the man. “Mmhm, our perfect little family.” He then raised an eyebrow, “Yeah? I think the babies are gonna love it too. I’ve seen videos of dogs loving kids and it’s the sweetest thing ever.” He chuckled softly, “What kind do you wanna get?”

Toby wasn't kidding either when he said he'd hit him with a spatula. He also knew that Ollie would make it meaningful and romantic no matter where it happened too. He was just getting a little antsy with the prospect since it'd been on his mind for a while but he also didn't want to be the one to ask. "Yeah, I might have been watching videos about the whole thing. I was thinking maybe two dogs? One large one for protection and a small one that the kids can play with and carry around. I know pit bulls have a horrible rep, but I think if you get one from a puppy that it could be a great protector."

“Well…” he shrugged his shoulders as he played along, grinning at his boyfriend. “Not saying that you’re bad at keeping track of time –  I think the watch is gonna help.” He laughed as he began to eat his meal, “I can’t help it. I love spending time with you and if I could, I’d never want to leave your side. You’ll probably get sick of seeing my face all the time, though. I’m a handful.” The corner of his lips tugged into a small smirk. “They’re alright. I haven’t met up with them in a while too so bringing them over for dinner sounds good.” He agreed with a little nod. “Though I know they’re gonna tease me about you. They know I’m whipped.”

"You are horrible," Cory said, playfully glaring at Lukas. Okay so he did get lost in his work sometimes but he never meant to. Maybe Lukas was right though. "Oh, if I can handle you waking me up at all times of the night when you decide you want attention, I can handle seeing your face all the time. Besides, I've put up with you this long haven't I?" He teased back before nodding. "Just let me know what day and time works for them and I'll make sure I get things done."

Jonah hummed as he pressed his lips into a thin line, “You’re unbelievable.” He said with a light chuckle, quietly taking mental notes. Would it be useful for the future? Maybe, maybe not. The blonde dipped his chin in a nod and he smiled at the older male, “Mmhm, quietness, scented candles and a good burrito.” He grinned at the other before he reached out for Samuel’s hand. “Let’s go eat.”

"Ah, you can't say that until we've spent a night together." Samuel glanced over to Jonah just to see the reaction on the blonde's face as he chuckled. "Candles, burrito and quietness. I can get behind two of those but not the third. I don't think I have the ability to be quiet if my life depended on it." Always a loud person even in his childhood, he attempted to be quiet and reserved but normally it never lasted for long. Lacing his fingers with Jonah, he smiled and nodded. "And after, I'll take you home."

“No,” Cleo objected softly, pressing her slightly-trembling hand down gently on the other woman’s, almost to stop her from doing anything like the blonde had suggested. Cleo didn’t want the man to know she was still in town, she was sure he’d still be in contact with her kidnapper. They’d seem close. She’d had so little to do that analysing the two men’s friendship had been almost exciting she could do. The brunette’s eyes slowly gazed across to the man and then the door in turn, at which point she nodded her head and took a very deep breath. “Out the back sounds like the best plan.” The small woman tried to keep bravery in her tone, though she was sure her words sounded like they were shivering. “Let’s…let’s go. And then you can distract me by telling me what’s so bad about work. Yeah? That’s a plan…that sounds like a good plan.”

Margot made sure that she memorized the guy's face though, just in case so if anything ever happened to Cleo, she was going to that asshat first. Fiercely protective over her friends often led her to dangerous situations and now Cleo was part of that. It didn't settle well with her that this guy was still walking around either but today wasn't the day to dwell on it. "Yeah, they won't mind if I take you out the back." Wasn't the first time that she'd taken someone out that way. Standing, she took Cleo's hand and grasped it tightly as she led the other out. "I think I need to find another job," she finally said when they were outside and walking towards her car. "I'm just not happy doing this anymore? I love the crew but the customers keep getting more and more handsy."

“Oh, most definitely. I don’t even know if you have that kind of money.” He gives him a snarky grin. “Ha ha ha, you’re hilarious. Hey, just cause I’m dirtier than a gas station bathroom don’t mean I can’t still be a pretty bride. I want the official dress.” He peeks over his shoulder and looks at the book. “Like, anything can be published or you only want vampire erotica?”

"Red just seems more your color, white is so boring and you're not boring if I recall. Less something's changed in the last couple of weeks that I don't know about." He hummed before turning his head slightly to get a better look at Chad. He was honestly like the brother Jasper always wished that he had but never had the chance to have. He was a little annoying at times but who wasn't? "Anything can be published, I'd rather stay away from vampire erotica though. I don't want anything like that Fifty Shades bullshit anywhere near my name."

The blonde smiled brightly towards Caren, trying to reassure her with her expressions. “Like I always say, there’s a good first time for everything and if they really like you then you’ll even get a whole new family out of it. Not to scare you or anything…” Clara jolted her mouth slightly, realising she was saying more than she probably should again. “You’ll just have more people there for you whenever you need some support – that’s what I mean.” Clara found her family incredibly supportive. When she’d come out as bi they’d pretty much thrown a party for her. They were pretty protective what with her being the youngest, but they still let her do her own thing. “Go for it, they really won’t mind what you cook, honestly. We’re an allergy free family. Over here anyway, with all the crazy animals in Australia I definitely can’t say that when I’m over there.” Clara was talking quickly, she often did. This time it was a mixture of extreme excitement but a little apprehensiveness. She trusted her family but she couldn’t really predict how they’d react – they were pretty loud and very unpredictable. The blonde’s eyes closed with happiness for a moment whilst she savoured the kiss on her head. “No, of course not!! Well, maybe a little but they’ll only do it as a joke. They’ll want to know about you, not what you want from me.”

Caren never thought about having a second family. People that cared. Her mom always told her that someday it would happen but to actually have it happen was something new and scary if she was going to be honest. "Yeah, you're right." Caren smiled at Clara and then thought it over in her head. "Good, a whole family that I stand no chance in hell of killing with nuts or anything. This is great. And I can handle them, I hope. There's not much to tell about me though so I hope we can find something else to talk about too."

"It’s nice to finally meet you then, Jack.” He grinned, finally being able to relax a little knowing that the man before him wasn’t all that scary, to begin with. Kai tilted his head before he dipped his chin in a nod, “Yeah! Well, we’re not open for orders just yet, but I could do a little something for you to help you out.” He explained with a small smile, “What’s it for?”

Really only his grandmother still called him Jackson, when she remembered his name at all. He wasn't scary unless he needed to be and that wasn't too often thankfully. "It's for my niece's fifth birthday. She's really into fairies and I was hoping if you didn't do cakes that you'd know someone that could pull off some kind of magical cake - my grandmom said something about edible glitter too? To make it shiny like fairy dust?"

Evan nodded his head and he gave the other a sheepish smile. “Mmhm, well, I’ve learnt to be prepared in all types of situations.” He chuckled softly before his eyes widened in surprised – he wasn’t expecting Elvis to say yes at all, but it was great news anyway. “Oh, I– Yeah, I mean no, I’m not dating anyone at the moment. I didn’t think I’ve found the right one yet but I’m hoping this time it’ll be different.” The corner of his lips tugged into a smile, despite him wanting to hide in a hole for saying something so corny. “I’ll send you home?”

Don't act like a fish out of water Elvis, come on. Act normal! He kept telling himself before he swallowed at Evan's words, nervousness flitting through his body. "I mean, never know. My mom says I'm quite the catch but you know, she's probably just biased because I'm her baby boy. So you could be looking at your future husband and business partner. Who knows right?" Oh God, why did he just say that? "Yeah, right. Home. Yeah. Less you need something else from me here?"