& FRIGHTENED

It’s not like there’s an on or off switch.

i’m not mad just--- wait til the kid gets picked up by the babysitter i mean youre gonna get dicked alright just be Patient

And now I’m just going to put sascha in a time out.

don’t be a horndog when uzura is in the house 

ind. melodie / “allegra” roleplay written by autumn

                ❝ —– I don’t know. ❞

      “I think she would have fun with that. She has new rain boots she wants to jump around in.”

               ❝ — Fakir. It’s snowing. ❞

      “Do you want to play in puddles with Uzura once it stops?”

“I live with someone who doesn’t appreciate bookporn. Do you realize how hard distressing that is?”

      “I appreciate it plenty, but you reading it aloud at me has created unfavorable situations. Next time you read a leather daddy out of a fucking Supernatural fanfic I’m not writing him back in. Deal with him yourself.”

             ❝ — But…Fakir… it knows my name. It called me ❛ Prince. ❜              What if it knows more…? I — I want to ask it what it knows. ❞

      “There isn’t anything more you need to know. You already know more than you should have ever learned. If you were clueless, you would be safe. Go to bed.”

              ❝ —– There was a voice… MOANING… it’s calling to me… ❞

      “You don’t need to listen to voices that aren’t mine. Go back to bed.”

@vonrittern

      “Your lucky your designs are unique enough for the department’s interest.” He chides, a sigh escaping his lips. “Otherwise your clumsiness would have gotten you kicked out of school ages ago. How many times can you trip into someone before they begin to think it’s purposeful assault? Be more careful or I’ll report it as such.”

          Thin hands rose as they were released, cupping the jaw of the Knight at      either side, and loosing the grip of those fingers between his eyes. Urging      his gaze back to his Prince, he would soon find a tender thumb running the      length of his cheekbone, beneath his eye, the golden orbs reflecting forests      of rich green laced with a deep worry.                                 ❝ — FAKIR. There is nothing more important to me                                 than you, and Rue, and Ahiru. My most important work                                 is ensuring your happiness here — my most welcomed                                 distraction, really. Something is troubling you…isn’t it? ❞           Perhaps it was selfish of him — but he wanted to know, wanted to help to      dispel whatever worries Fakir held within his heart. The only way he knew      how…perhaps it, too, was selfish. Drawing the Knight close by his jaw, pallid      lips once more press tenderly to tiers far darker, eyes closing to focus every      ounce of his heart into the warmth, adoration, and assurance of the kiss. His      love, his devotion, his passion — every piece of his heart made whole bleeds      between their lips, Siegfried’s moving in slow rhythm over Fakir’s.

      “Sand between my toes after you make me take off my boots. Running along the waterfront, down an old dock, the air thick with morning fog and stinking of fish from boats returning from trips out to sea. The sight of a foreign kingdom as sunlight broke and fog cleared and birds moved across the skyline, Mytho, I remember it all so clearly, but I don’t know where the images come from. This isn’t the only time it’s happened and I don’t understand any of it.”

                                                                             ─── &&. ɪ never wanted to ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

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