#stxtiice

                   Surely there was no cuter boy than her beloved baby brother, and seeing his growing delight at the completed Christmas decorations only made Vanessa's own joy soar. She snatched up Elliot into her arms, as she enjoyed carrying him while she still could, and pressed a kiss to the birthmark on his cheek.  ❝   You know, Elly--- you got your beauty mark because your big sister gives you so many kisses!  ❞  the young adolescent exclaimed, all sincerity in her voice. At least, it was a cute thing to dream.

                 Vanessa carried Elliot in her arms as she slowly approached the massive Christmas tree gracing the main parlor, all of the assorted ornaments gleaming in the casted firelight from the hearth. She plucked one sphere ornament from a branch with her free hand and held it close for her little brother to see. ❝  Aren't they so pretty?  ❞

didn’t you mean /doucheboy/

“ Nothing better to do than to search for fights? “ 

It’s National kissing day! (July 6th) Send ♡♡♡ for a kiss from my muse! || not accepting

     A SLEEPY July afternoon, when no sound came from open windows, when the sun shone high in the sky but no one had the strength to go out and enjoy it. One of those rare days when they were alone in the manor and could lie on the bed together without risking to get caught. They had been talking for long minutes, but now they had fallen silent. Leo’s laughter and Elliot’s protests had died, their echoes dissolved in the sunlight. Leo’s head lied against Elliot’s shoulder, and Elliot’s fingers lazily traced circles on the back of Leo’s hand. Their bodies were so close that Leo heard Elliot’s soft heartbeat and breath. He smiled for no real reason. It felt good to be there, just the two of them, talking, touching each other, giving in to an innocent kind of intimacy.

     All of a sudden, Elliot turned to lie on the side and forced Leo to turn as well, so that now they were facing each other. Leo blinked in surprise behind his glasses. If Elliot noticed, he ignored it. He took Leo’s face in his hands and planted a soft kiss on his lips, then proceeded to kiss the rest of his face. His kisses were light, brief, yet not less filled with love. Laughter erupted from Leo’s mouth and he squirmed, shaking his head as if he wanted Elliot to let go of him - but it was all an act, just an act. In his chest, his heart opened and sheer joy came pouring in. He laughed and laughed, and god-