#realmorsecode

@cosmicjive​ @lastzenwhoberian​ @realmorsecode​

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

          His gaze lingers on a segment of gingerbread ( distracted ), the little constructed confectionery house poised on the table with an array of candy scattered in a bowl - Quentin had been intermittently zoning out of the conversation, a multitude of work-related concerns and priorities vying for his attention at any given moment. It doesn’t help that his phone had kept ringing over the course of the afternoon, the man regularly excusing himself to take the calls, maintaining a polite smile for Bobbi’s sake despite a degree of strain evident on his visage. “Hmm?” He’s being talked at, blue eyes slowly blinking as he reaches out to take a hold of a bowl of frosting. “Sorry, I was just thinking about what part to decorate next.”

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             “Hmm?” The man’s lost in thought having zoned out of the conversation, lifting his eyes away from the Green Dutch Lady cocktail in hand. Quentin had a lot on his mind and, quite frankly, the little party the pair were ‘attending’ was the least pressing of matters - he was here purely due to Bobbi’s suggestion, tagging along after she had goaded him into it through comments regarding him overworking and not ‘letting his hair down’. Dipping his chin to wrap his tongue around the protruding straw, he gives a thoughtful hum during the sip, biting down on the tip as he replies. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?“

» It’s been weeks but I swear I’m still hungover from the party » Idk how you managed to drink so much and be fine at the end of the night... » Anyway, I was wondering if you had plans for Turkey Day?

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. [ I hope I don’t intimidate you ] ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. [ I hope you don’t hate me ] ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. [ I hope you still see me the same way ] ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

Non-sexual acts of dominance: your muse defending mine’s reputation, dignity, or safety for themHe couldn’t get the machine to work. There weren’t even machines in supermarkets when he was a kid, for fuck’s sake. The folks who were supposed to help were busy, and there was a grumpy old man getting on his case for taking so long. All he wanted to do was bring ‘Mora some chocolate, and the universe wouldn’t ever let them catch a goddamn break. If it weren’t for the blonde-haired chick, who was probably an angel or something, he might just have punched the asshole out. She didn’t make a big deal of it or nothing, just showed him what button to press and got on with her own stuff. It meant a lot to him, though, even if all he could express was a stuttered ‘t - thanks, man’.