baz could’ve spelled them some proper dinner, but instead the arsehole insisted that simon should do the grocery shopping - because that’s what normals do. was he offered any help to carry the groceries back to the flat? no, of course not.

he returned with two shopping bags and then completely lost his shit when he found baz in the living room doing... something... odd. the music was loud, and as he approached, he accidentally knocked a vase with his wings, adding more noise to the blaring music. “oops, sorry.” he placed the bags on the floor, this time knocking a few of penelope’s books with his tail. terrible. “w-were you dancing just now?”

send ’ ▼’ to sit on him || accepting

Ronan had managed, for the first time, to wipe the grin off of his face completely. It flickered only for a moment, replaced with a brief sort of wide-eyed shock. It was a moment of weakness he almost couldn’t forgive himself for. But what other reaction was he supposed to have to Ronan’s sudden proximity, the unexpected weight pressing him into the seat? His pulse thudded in his ears, louder than the music. His breathing stopped. 

And then the flicker was gone. A casual, insolent smile played about his lips yet again. He leaned back, let his hips shift slightly under the new burden, looked up at Ronan with a question in his eyes. He snaked his hands over Ronan’s hips, hooked his fingers in his belt loops. It was a casual gesture. But there was nothing casual about the way his grip tightened, prepared to either pull him closer or keep him from leaving. 

“Who did this?”

Thom touched his face and it started to go away as soon as he thought about it. “It’s nothing, just a scuffle. The other guy looked worse,” he laughed. “And then better again.”

@flirtingwithtrouble //  baz. // send me stuff.

       he would’ve defended himself with some sort of retort and yet he couldn’t fault it. baz was right, he did have a huge problem with his impulse. if penelope were here, she would agree - fun, if they both gang up on him. his words were either fucking stupid or powerful mistaken spells that cause dog hair to grow on pretty girls. not really a good track record.