Jun 6, 2018
watching them talk ab0ut me like this is quite amusing. It really sh0ws h0w 0ut 0f t0uch the 0lder high bl00ds are
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watching them talk ab0ut me like this is quite amusing. It really sh0ws h0w 0ut 0f t0uch the 0lder high bl00ds are
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@a8err8 has followed you! 0h hell0! Nice to meet y0u! 0u0
💓 or ❣️ but i am too lazy to literally log on Mar to actually send it from her.
Send “💓” to listen to my muse’s heartbeat!
It's a quiet, chill moment of night. After pleasure, there comes his slender fingers in her hair, stroking, soothing and petting. They never tangle, simply give long, lazy strokes with an hand as the other is tucked under his head for support.
Sleep never comes easy for the Orphaner, not even with the warm presence hovering over him, not even with the tickle of her hair over his bare, cool skin. Instead, he lets his hand wander as dark eyes follow the teather of shadows projecting over the ceiling, humming quietly in his throat as he tries to find the notes that usually puts him asleep faster.
Then, something new happens: Marquise hovers over him again, leaning her warm cheek in the middle of his chest -- and for a moment, Kronos is confused and slighty taken aback, leaning his fingers on her cheek. If she's looking or something, he doesn't know -- but all he'll find is a low, slow beating in the dephts of his chest, through the muscles muffle the sound quite a bit.
Seeing her so intent, he can't help but chuckle, twirling a lock of her hair around his fingers.
''You won't hear much in there. I haven't heard it over some perigees, by now.''
a8err8 replied to your post: People really fry stuff with their windows open…?
Would 8e weird if they didn’t. Imagine holding 8ack something like a dozen of fishes.
... You don’t kill them???
"i am way too attract for being a fuccin clown", there we go
What kind of character shaming sign would you hang on my muses neck?
ya can’t see it but i’m winkin at ya.
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a8err8 replied to your post “8=\ - Perchaps it was too optimistic of me to e%pect a response from a...”
People like to make 8lanket st8ments 8ehind an anonymous face. Always 8een the case only this we8sites allows them to do so undistur8ed. Don't let them 8other you.
geminidoomed replied to your post “8=\ - Perchaps it was too optimistic of me to e%pect a response from a...”
II'd iignore them, they're a22hole2
8=D < I do appreciate the kind sentiments, but the message sent did not stirrup such STRONG feelings that I could not rein them in. I am used to those misunderstanding my interest in art, I only published such tripe to e%pose the cowardice inherent in it.
The situation is simply ridiculous. A playful bold fighting wouldn't have escalated to this if he wasn't too forward -- if she wasn't too forward.
Yet there he is, barely conscious that a gorgeously dressed woman will be showing up at his ship in a matter of minutes, and questioning his own sanity when he re-reads their IMs to get proof that she could have been joking. Another 'pop!' of the messenger of her playfully teasing him about really believing her words. A sign from above that this seems to be a big joke. A tsunami? Anything.
Nothing comes, and Kronos has to bite back an histerycal laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation: a promiscuous offer, a very real one, to him. Of all people. In his very room, no less. He swallows, and the bubblying, desperate laughter opts to sit in the back of his head to store for later. If there will ever be a later, after this singular experience.
He cannot back out. It would be shameful. And he isn't even sure if he actually wants to, at this point.
What he can do is call one of the kitchen servants and order up two glasses of rum, and get the tension pre-meeting out of his legs by pacing and throwing a glance every now and then to the teleporting pad in his office. She should arrive soon, and he mindlessly runs an hand through his hair to be presentable. Not that he isn't -- but just in case...
... It dawns on him, after boldly replying to the Marquise’s offer, what the hell did he just got himself into. A very uneasy mess.