#overangeled

Val chuckles darkly atop the spider, bracing himself against the couch with two arms while the remaining hold onto Angel's hips. He lowers his head and kisses his neck, marking his skin with his teeth.

ཐིཋྀ "Why don't you help me hold it then?", he breathes against the blooming bruise, sliding one hand from Angel's hip to his wrist to guide the sinner's hand to his crotch.

luckily he had some of those fast working med packs on his person, never left the house without them these days. so, kneeling down to assess the situation, rook saw the blood seeping from the other's fingers.

🌈⛧ > ❝... It was craft day--! You missed it! I was going to write a medieval bit about how you're a giant-sized king... See, because, it's a mini crown, and you're a pornstar?❞

“Thank you.” He nods toward Angel politely, then slowly moves to settle into the spot on the couch next to him, his coils slowly sliding around and beginning to curl in on themselves starting from the tip of his tail up. They wound themselves into a tightly nested pile, situated at the very spot where his feet would’ve rested on the carpet had he any to spare, and Pentious quietly pulls out a book from underneath his arm, flipping it open to the first few pages and beginning to read.

"I mean.... I won't say no! Didn't expect this but, if you're comfortable with it I don't mind!" Rayven gives a big smile and pulls up the quilt, presenting an opening to sit.

🌈⛧ > ❝... One or two is fine. I'm not under sobriety or anything -- and you're right, it's been. Rough.❞

@overangeled

Crystal rolled ruby hues at the other, perhaps he was a little more fucked up this evening than believed. The fellow performer wishes only to take tabs on the other's emotional health.