#heartbvrned

          a smile , a laugh , a touch at just the right moment  --- ---    in a bar , is anything else required to pick someone up ? apparently not . he sips from the smudged glass , and tries to ignore the way his stomach turns unhappily when the stranger’s hand ends up on his hip . he feels the fingers creep beneath the hem of his shirt , and forces a smile .

                        the shrine head came to forget the man he really wants , so why is it so hard to enjoy the suggestive touches ?     ( a small voice answers : because he only wants cold hands on him . ) 

‘ Gordon Ramsay ’ Quotes Starters

         @heartbvrned​   :   over the garden wall sentence starters   :   accepting !!

                    hands slam palm first against the table hard enough to rattle the plates still there from dinner . anger boils in the bloody eyes that stare across the silent room to the uninvited guest . his fingers curl against the cheap , and age worn wood beneath them until his nails bite into it . a snarl twists his lips into a scowl . always fearless , always oh - so rash , the second son does nothing to filter or mute the words that counter the threat .

                                             ❝  haven’t i already told you i won’t bow to you ? make all the threats you want . i’m not scared of you !  ❞

                                           @heartbvrned

                                                whoosh !

          the noise of a heavy stick being swung follows the   ( playful ? )   demand of his boyfriend . the smaller man ducks into a crouch with a practiced ease before expressive eyes dart upwards to see the smirk . once upon a time , they fought to kill each other ; now , they fight to play . the shrine head grabs for the first stick that his hand falls on , and comes from his crouch with a sharp swing towards the other’s midsection .

                                        @heartbvrned

               ❝  why do you keep coming over if you hate us so much ?  ❞          the second son doesn’t try to pretend that he’s exempt from the malice the man feels towards his family . the back and forth between abuse and affection leaves him exhausted , and he speaks what comes to mind first , regardless of the possible repercussions . still , perhaps with the intention of appeasing , he brings the other more tea , and runs suggestive fingers down a lean arm .

( yeah but what about the other 30 drafted asks. insert angry eyes emoji here )

( r u counting my shit too or just ignoring my existence )

( if we like gently skip to the point where him and kota are good friends he could take sirius for a ride. ���� or possibly give/sell him his own egg because he could )