Aug 21, 2016
"Do I really drool when I sleep?
@sarkisms
Are you sure you want to know the answer to that, darlin’?
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"Do I really drool when I sleep?
@sarkisms
Are you sure you want to know the answer to that, darlin’?
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rough touch
29 - your muse breaks my muse’s arm
It happened so fast that the pain hadn’t set in yet. He sat on the floor, back against the wall and looking dimly at his forearm. He was sure it wasn’t supposed to bend like that.
“I don’t need your help.”
Vulnerable Situations Sentence Meme
“And?” Tess inquired, trying to examine his wound without moving it too much and causing him further pain. “I know you don’t, but what else would you have me do? Sit here and twiddle my thumbs?”
❛ i’m well acquainted with the demons that live in my head. ❜
VILLAIN SENTENCE STARTERS
Tess gave him a dry look and crossed her arms, leaning against the wall beside him. “You’re going to have to elaborate, because I’m not.”
rough touch (if its okay)
Send ‘rough touch’ and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
22. My muse attempts to push off yours.
Tess huffed as she grappled with the smaller man’s hands and rocked her hips in an attempt to throw him off her lap. Her knee came up and thumped him across the back, and she managed to wriggle a wrist out of his grasp.
“Gonna… kick your… divine ass!” she grunted, pressing her free forearm across his collar bone and shoving.
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the thing about em is that he literally came from being very much dependent on his own version of god, seeking approval, seeking the love, and being lost when he could not have it. even if he’s shifted from that by now, he still naturally gravitates towards deities or anything of the sort and actually finds peace in that contact. which is why sarkis is so important. s o important.
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kiss the angel (a kiss that lets em know you love him)
Curled up into one another, warmth blending into warmth, the angel feels happiness overflowing. There’s that sense of being together, resting together, that sense of peace brushing over his skin with the other’s breath, the same way Sarkis’s presence brushed over his. The other has seemed to take a strange liking in the angel’s lips. Lips, cheeks, features overall. The angel, meanwhile, watches him. Expression just slightly more puzzled than usual, lips slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed, creating that soft shallow wrinkle in between. It is as much of concentration as it is of innocent wonder.
Words are not said. When Sarkis leans in to place another butterfly kiss to his lower lip, the angel feels the light flutter on the inside of him, and his eyes look down for a moment, as if in attempt to catch that contact on their own, though perhaps just as much in wanting to avoid the little god’s. Timidity has him cornered even though -- here does not feel out of place. Here, grasping here and now, with whom, why. Is there a why? None perhaps, other than thriving in the other’s company.
There is a soft noise kept from the other. A soft whine akin to that of a young animal, though different in its own melody. The angel pulls Sarkis closer, wraps his arms around him perhaps more firmly (though firmness is hardly ever a word to use in connection to Emmanuel), and more warmth travels in between. He is smiling, softly, and his glance bears the care of his hands when they ever trace the other’s face. He is smiling, and it feels real. // @banhammered
‘rough touch’
23.Your muse roughly kisses mine.
Dark at first reared back, not expecting the suddenness, or the fierceness from the small male- but then it growled and dove in to return it with a dark delight, the growls soon changing to purrs as the kiss deepened.
‘Happy we are to return, flora-Sarkis.’