#loveliestborn

And there it is, that sultry smile, that self-assured confidence, that ineffable smugness which Crowley is so renowned for carrying himself, rearing its ugly head once more as he seats himself across from the younger (but oh, so very much older) man, unbuttoning his suit jacket and leaning back in the seat. The tilt of his chin is regal. The upraised hand, elbow digging into the arm rest, fingers moving languidly over the palm, is commanding, but nigh-on bored. And save for that damned smirk, perhaps his boredom might have been believed.

Send a 💋 to kiss my muse!

–at a computer, but also at work; no x-kit!

@loveliestborn

He won’t pretend he isn’t enjoying this. Why bother? He’s never been shy about his opinion before. Dio lifts a hand to hold Ganymedes’ face and ends up using it to hold his long hair back, to pull the immortal’s face closer, to distract him a small bit and open the kiss up a bit more.

let him siP THE TEA OF YOUR HATRED, DIO

      She was not one normally drawn to the quiet, but to the curious? That was far more within Iðunn’s domain.   The inoffensive little cafe was one that could easily have been missed, and seemingly had been missed by the majority of tourists...   It was tucked away from the bustling streets, inviting only once the door was open and the scent of herbs and spices pervaded the air.   Yet it wasn’t that which Iðunn felt drawn to;  it was the lingering remnants of divinity that called to her,  seeming to leave a sheen of gold in its wake, something inherently otherworldly in this otherwise mortal world. Much as Iðunn was... She was the last of her pantheon still wandering,  still seeking purpose among a kin not her own. It had been a long time since she’d last felt the pull of the familiar.

write me a tbh (to be honest) in my inbox stating a thought you feel about me. start the sentence off with “tbh.”           

does he have the lightning bolt because he’s warning his ONS of his premature proBLEMS