#rialoir

you are the night for even without the physical sun you bright out the light in the dark. you are the night for you somehow make it so that the world sees through you, but only the night sees through itself and does not beg to be understood. you are the night for you are serene, for you pride yourself with the light you provide, with the sun behind you. you may be the sun itself, but you are the night to me. for one can only appreciate the light when met with the dark.

have gareth give you a walk

He’ll decline that.

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

NAME: Rider

RINGTONE: “Smack that” by Akon

PICTURE: None. 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING

⇻ ♛ ― “Ye’ know, I can feel yer’ eyes burnin’ through me. 

making her cum

Their shoulders bump, alerting them to each other’s presence. May had been engrossed in her smartphone, scrolling through her news feed on her social media app, when the sudden collision jolts her back to reality. She sees the black scarf fall from the other man’s shoulders, and as she picks it up to give it back to him, their eyes meet.

And suddenly, the world seemed to stand still. People’s voices were silent, the train had stopped in its tracks. All that was in front of her was this other man. Black hair. Golden eyes. A tall, built frame. And a peculiar feeling of familiarity. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she feels like she had seen him before. Perhaps just one of the regular passengers that she commutes to work with and she only realized it now? Nonetheless, she offers the man back his scarf.

||  Send 💆 for my muse to give your muse a massage.

@rialoir.

✕    “I only wish to help you relax, hero…,” she smiled modestly with her eyes cast down, delicately holding his hand in one of her own while the fingers of her other hand ran up the sinews of his forearm, over the side of his arm that experienced more sunshine before turning over his hand to allow her hand to massage the seemingly whiter underside. 

Between her soft voice, the gentle breeze, and the birds in the distance, whatever worries the Connacht king held in his tired and troubled heart should fade away… She hoped she could help… She had helped many great heroes forget their pains and aches this way in the past… Her hands massaged his arm before her thumbs pressed into the padding of his hand reverently, slowly and softly working out the tightened sinews of his flesh. 

「 🌸; 調整 」

                                Diaochan stiffen, pulling away from Ailill’s side. Eyes widen, painted with sorrow; and yet she manages to mask it well.. “ You..--- “ unbelievable. The words were stuck in her throat -- only the echo of his voice, and the name he addressed her as, ringing inside her head, “ You called me by your Wife’s name.. did.. you not..?” her tone already shattered. Diaochan chants ‘ your feelings no longer matter ‘ to keep herself from falling apart.