#masterpiecesworn

“I really hope that’s not your way of saying sorry. Y i k e s.”

thomas doesn’t really know how they’ve ended up cuddled up in his bed, but it doesn’t seem to matter — at least not with their kind. he remembers jordan from way back in time, one of god’s favourite angels who was cast out ages before thomas himself was. the fact that they’ve ran into each other now must be some signal, but the blonde one doesn’t give it much thought. he just holds jordan between his arms and against his own body spread on the comfortable mattress of his bed, in almost complete silence. this is way better than the kingdom of god. “are you feeling any better?” merely a whisper, while his left hand caresses jordan’s head, his right one holding them by the waist in a tight hug.

                 “ And I was born to be anything I wanted to be;                                     Raised to be fucking mean.                                             I'm a masterpiece “

          * X / " 'kay then, show me."

          * X / "i don't---i don't think that's a superpower,                    pup."

“You crash on people’s couches and twitch in your sleep like a dog dreaming of chasing a rabbit.” / sc ; @masterpiecesworn​

     a surprise visit. It’s been about a year since      abel returned to his home country for a good      ‘ole catch up with his family that he so dearly      missed; his nieces & nephews, cain & his wife,      family friends. he’s missed them so deeply,      even in the deepest and darkest parts of caves      that he’s explored & forests so dense you could      barely breathe, his family is always on his mind.      thankfully, abel kept a spare key to several of      his families places, often showing up unannounced      with gifts or stories or to propose an adventure.      what he didn’t expect was to find a baby in the      arms of his nephew; stopping in his tracks, abel’s      dropping of his luggage to the ground would have      been the first sound he actually made after sneaking      his way in.           “ QUIN? “