Jun 28, 2015
This thirsty bitch...
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This thirsty bitch...
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“If you killed me…” Olyvar stretched very slightly in bed, tilting his head all the way back to look up Ramsay upside down. “How would you do it?”
His fingers lifted to lightly trace the underside of Ramsay’s jaw, not entirely sure if he wanted to know the answer. Still, he was feeling bold, and the other seemed to be in an unusually pleasant mood for the time being.
“Tell me. I’ll say how I’d kill you.” His smile was lazy.
flayedbastard
“I was wondering when you would show up, thankfully I didn’t miss you- Mainly because I have been admiring your work all night,”
Dead to Me - Closed [FB]
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He looked up from the bed, eyes wide and curious. A small smile touched the corners of his mouth. It had been too long since he'd seen the other. Had it been days since Ramsay had left him here? Asked -- no, ordered -- him to stay.
Olyvar did not always indulge these fantasies. They would both lead separate lives, even after he had left his job, he had made clear of that. Exclusivity did not mean loss of self. But the unusual request, when so often his consent was coerced, was softening.
His smile faded before he had a chance to speak. Blood flecked the front of his Ramsay's shirt. Was it his own? Another's?
Which was worse?
Slipping from the bed, Olyvar approached him, as close as the rope wound around his ankle would allow him. "...Ramsay..." His voice was soft, worried. His bound hands touched the others shirtfront, and his gaze flicked up to the others. "...what did you do?"
"Just let me die." -turning tricks verse pls
he's no stranger to blood and bruises, broken bones, tears. it's nothing new. it doesn't mean he's not surprised when he steps over the threshold to see the boy curled in on himself, bruises painting his cheeks and arms, the limb bent at an awkward, painful angle that makes him cringe even to look at. for a moment, Bronn isn't certain the boy is still conscious, but then he gives a tiny groan, squirms a tiny bit. yes, the boy is still here. for now. he kneels beside him, gently takes his uninjured arm to try and turn him, but it rouses the boy, who recoils, cries out. ❝ Just let me die. ❞ he quirks an eyebrow, stares at him for a minute before he shakes his head, tugs at him again. they're not close, they're not even close to being friends, they've only met half a dozen times, but he won't leave the kid here to die. ❝ C'mon, boy. Ye ain't gonna die, 'nd 'm not gonna leave ye here. Wha' happened, kid? C'mon, 's jus-- jus' an arm, c'mon, le's get ye up 'nd movin', I'll clean ye up... ❞
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flayedbastard replied to your post:jim is an actual puppy.
dont u neutral me. ur neutral. ur in the neutral zone of neutrality
maybe
jim is an actual puppy.
strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree
yes but NO STOP IT
flayedbastard replied to your post:counselorbennet replied to your post:do that there...
YOU STILL SHOULD PLAY IT THO
....see what I mean [swats at alex]
WHAT EVEN IS IT I DON'T KNOW SOME CARD GAME WHATEVER