#mentisvolatus

@mentisvolatus

"Now, now,” Roland starts; fascinated swiftly and completely with Leonardo’s head of long, silky hair; silently marveling at its length and its generous amount of texture, as he braids it downward from the roots at the top of his scalp. They sit completely comfortable ‘pon the tossed blankets of the bed, loosely clothed and hair mussed, drowsy, warmed from the fresh logs burning in the opened mouth of their small, meager hearth.

"       ... jesus christ.   LEO.   i was right.   it is you.     ”

             “You wit will be the end of you, Signore.” Despite his                words, it was a smile that touched the corner’s of Marco’s               lips. “Unless that is your goal.”

Send me a HELLO and I’ll answer…          

For @mentisvolatus || Accepting                  

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[x] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure. (maybe!?)

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

its the porns

You think this is gonna work?

Not that the answer’s going to stop him from getting high. Whether or not getting Sarkis drugged the fuck up is going to keep him calm when Leonardo finally takes a knife to him, it’ll perhaps soothe the steadily fraying nerves over if he’s whole or not. Rationally, he knows he is. The universe wouldn’t allow for him to live without all his parts (well, aside from the leg, but different rules). He should be fine.

But reason doesn’t exactly comfort him right now. He inhales again, fidgeting, and reaches for Leo’s hand for comfort.