- Swipes is hat -
 squints in annoyance, but the smirk on his face relays his amusement and affection, âI just got that back.â

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- Swipes is hat -
 squints in annoyance, but the smirk on his face relays his amusement and affection, âI just got that back.â

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â§Â  GENERATED DIALOGUE PROMPTS .  //  accepting . @ohnter said : đŹ
         ïŒÂ   you didnât think that was just lemonade in your glass, did you ?   ïŒ
IVE ALWAYS ADMIRED YOU AND YOUR BLOGS, I think you're the sweetest damn bean and I'm so glad to have met you even tho we talk so little!! I look forward to another year of reading your amazing writing okay â€â€
   I honestly still think itâs completely amazing that our paths have crossed again. From one fandom we both shared, to now and I am so completely glad youâre here! You are fantastic, and the lack of talking is likely from how scattered I can be OOC. However, I look forward to writing with you in the future, whether itâs in a few days or a few weeks. You are an absolute delight to have around.
    Happy holidays, hon and may your year be as a fantastic as you are.
2019 is almost over, send me something you wish to say to me.
-----Â Â OHNTER .
new songs sheâs never heard but in distant memories or dreams.  twinkling beneath frozen waters.  cold has always been associated with death.  but as the white flurries stick to raven hair,  she stops a while on the street.  lifting her hand to catch what would only ever become droplets of wet against warmed skin.   â  đđđđ  ----   how strange to see it this far south. â
@ohnterâ
@ohnterâ
SILENT WINGS BEAT behind the human. a flush of blooming air, powerful but even it is held back with grace. it is when the man would do better not to turn around----
    vladislaus changes from beast to man, and his CLAWS grasp the side of gilesâs neck. carefully. his breathing is slow. he has NO HEARTBEAT. Â
           â  i heard you calling.  âÂ

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@ohnterâ asked: Gives his birth mark a lil kiss uvu
A thing to get use to, touching, and being touched in return. How at times heâd still instinctively flinch, years of a conditioned response from living out on his own. A decade without love and affection, left him adjusting to his new life, his child- his lover. Never was Giles a rough man, and for that he was thankful, knowing well his limits, what made him comfortable, and ensuring never to overwhelm him with such affection.
Still did it cause him to hold his breath, a gentle hitch in his throat, feeling the warmth of calloused hands gently cup his face. Eyes wide, he felt his heart leap into his throat, if only for a moment as the other leaned in. A kiss, that he could do, allowing his eyes to flutter shut, embrace the warmth and gentle feeling of his lips against his skin. A heat soon followed, skin growing flush at such a tender embrace, his hands lifting to gently hold his wrists, rocking onto his toes to try and close the gap in height between them.
âMm..â Uncertain what to say in response, he did the only thing that he could think of- that felt right, allowing his lips to meet the hunterâs, savoring their closeness as hands moved to his chest to pull him closer. Never was he much good at romance- love- either giving or receiving- but with Giles? he was more than willing to try. Reason why he kept close, even after he broke their kiss, resting himself into the crook of his neck, trying to hide the obvious blush that crept across his cheeks.
âYouâre so good to me- I sure as hell donât deserve you...â
@ohnterâ said : i was probably no fun anyways, was i?
   head fell sideways,  her damp hair sticking to the wet parts of her cheek.  morning dew,  sometimes they thought thatâs what she was made of.  water,  and ice.  constantly melting,  and freezing again.  freezing you out.   â it ainât like that,  anâ you know it.  â  working hands moved to push the hair from her face.  spotted cheeks the color of blood and soft as roses.  â it ainât personal.  â
accepting !
[ SO, IT WAS YOU. | still accepting. | @ohnterâ:Â âwill you help me?â ]
it would take a fool -- at least, one more foolish than Arthur himself -- to not know that what this HUNTER spoke of is real. there are things heâs seen he sure wished werenât real, but closing his eyes and plugging his ears to the FLESH AND HOWLÂ of it wonât make them disappear like DEATHÂ will. as much as he would prefer to pass on dealing that death himself out of a rare concern for his own mortality, thereâs good money in this from the folks this THING has spooked and if the night becomes any amount safer, it should be good for everyone.
one less thing wanting his hide is a win in his book, anyhow.
so the arms crossed over his chest -- defensive, reluctant -- drop to his sides, fingers curling one after the other into taut fists before they let loose. acceptance.Â
ïŒ... sure. when we headinâ out? ïŒ Â