#amias.

are you ever just chilling and being whimsical and happy and living your amazing life

and then you get hit by the truck thats actually just all of your bad experiences ever in source and out of source

guys let me have whimsy

stop trying to make me emo and sad like everyone else /lhj

Amias didn’t exactly like going to Emyrs work but he hated being home alone just a bit more. It wasn’t like the establishment was bad exactly, there was just a lot of people who were inclined to get touchy. Something Amias didn’t appreciate. So instead he found himself sat on the metal fire escape outside one of the rooms whilst his twin worked, somewhere he could be alone but observe. Better than sitting in the plain four walls of their apartment any longer. It was interesting watching the people that would come by, removed from it all so that he was barely even noticed. But he still noticed everything. “Breaking into brothels isn’t a good look.” He calls down to the person practically fighting with the back door. Eyebrow raised and head tilted slightly to the right as he looks down at the scene. Someone else would notice the rattling of the handle if the potential intruder wasn’t careful. “Unless you didn’t know this was a brothel in which case you’re just being rude trying to break in.”  

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . - accepting 

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

Amias struggled. A lot every day but moments like this make it better. A deep blush colouring his cheeks as he looks over at Max. It wasn’t like it was rare for his boyfriend to compliment him, Max sort of had a habit of it really, but this was a little different. It was about a choice that Amias had made all on his own. Without stuttering and floundering or turning around to see what the other man thought. He just did it and that was rare. The blonde could feel the excitement bubbling in him as he lent back and squeezed Max’s hand quickly.

"Mein Kampf."

"What does that mean?"

"My struggle."