corrupted

i'm watching flubber and doing things on a few other blogs / am mostly asleep. will get a few short drafts done before bed                        && answer messages tbh.

     " If you keep it up even the          c a t s will wake -- . "

        w e l l now ----         his penis has been        some... i n t e r e s t i n g         places :|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||

Just a general psa that we are them mkay?

 but you don’t understand. i’m just —- i want to cry and cling to your face. and i wish i was one of those amazing people who could make this sound gracious and wonderful, but i’m not. i’m emotionally stunted and i’m overly affectionate and i just ——- i love you so much rn. some people know the struggle i had when i made this blog, a lot of stuff happened between me and my friends who didn’t approve and i got iffy on keeping the muse. i have insecurity issues due to the downright stellar jaime’s in the fandom. but somehow, jaime is kinda coming back.i mean if i did a chart, it’s mostly his penis awake right now? but we’re not gonna go into that. |: ok we kinda did but y’know what i just. this means the world to me and i’m okay with the fact i sound like a rambling idiot becaues i’m not ok this is just.I’M GONNA DIE I’M SO CHUFFED OK.

{ Who was he to deny her the needs so  clearly filling her, to deny the reality of their mutual sin. Damned to hell long before the joining -- damned to an eternity of loving the one woman he might never truly possess.                 Foolish enough to think she was his                 alone, he ignored the cologne of her                 husband that clung to her. Ignored the                good sense that told him this was too                risky. Ignored everything but her.    Such was their weakness, each other.   they were corrupt from birth. Born to be   incomplete without the other, born just   to love with such abandon that all fell   pale in comparison. Burned as if by the   sun itself his skin was aflame, craving    the fatal touch that would end his fragile   will to hold her away. }                         " Would that I had the will to                                deny you a n y t h i n g. "              { But such strength was not his, instead his                   lips moved hungry against hers, hands at                  her waist as they twisted in the fabric that                   was all that held them apart. Fate would                   curse them as siblings, morality would                   damn them as immoral. Yet love was a                   desperate and possessive drive as the                   clothes were wrenched from her body.        No longer able to deny himself the pleasures     he so craved, no longer able to resist the taste      of her. Lips pressed with careful strength to the     line of her collarbone, teeth leaving marks that      would draw questions if revealed. Yet weary did     he grow of denying the affections that so plagued      their lives. Was it so wrong to love with one's whole     self? To be driven to madness by the faintest brush     of her hand, to be tortured by the knowledge that he     was not her only one? }