#redheadsilver

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates

Would my character…

{I am basing this on my Blue and redheadsilver's Silver because our muses are married with two kids xD}

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor: Blue just because she loves it when Silver takes care of things for her. Silver also is the one who does the laundry anyway.

forgets to run the dish washer: Blue because she doesn't know how to use it and she is sure Silver would do it for her instead.

pumps gas for the car: Silver

drives when they’re going somewhere: Silver

rearranges the furniture: Jiggly

falls asleep with the TV on: Cobalt and Rose with Blue

gets to use the bathroom first: Blue would insist using the bathroom with Silver.

decides the temperature for the ac/heater: Blue

sets up holiday decorations: Blue and Silver. The children get to watch.

leaves the lights on: COBALT.

uses the bathroom with the door open: Rose because Mama and Papa said so. That way, she could call on them if she needed help.

Honestly, Blue was caught off guard by the kiss. After for what felt like hours, once he pulled away, she stared at him for just a moment… She wrapped her arms around Silver, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"That was cute!" Blue cried, and gave him a light squeeze, "Oooh, come here!"

children were never really madame's favorite. that showed blatantly in how she raised giovanni, how she left him in the care of nannies while she worked and rarely ever showed him any sort of attention or affection. she tended to avoid them, she didn't speak to them. it's for the best, so she thinks. but something draws her to this certain redheaded boy on the streets of celadon.

his face, while rounder and still soft with youth, it reminded her of her brat son's. his hair and his eyes are the same blazing red as the woman giovanni had briefly courted.

she had only heard whispers that giovanni had an heir of his own. a boy, a boy whose name she did not know, who ran off from his father soon after team rocket's initial downfall. canting her head to the side, she has to wonder... this boy has the same hard look that those of her family pass down to one another. the same cold eyes.

he looks just as giovanni did when giovanni was young. there's a sickening twist in her gut.

// you’re welcome, dear~ I love your interactions with others. ovo