n e v e r e n o u g h .

blue: do you have my black notebook?

♠ - for my muse to forcibly restrain yours

    ❛  hold st –– shea, i said hold still. ❜    he spat as his hand reached up to the other’s cheek. it seemed, however, that shea had been in a rather spunky mood today. his eyes weren’t blood shot, he was not pale, and the smile on his face was genuine. all the tell tale signs of his little habit were no where to be found. moments like this were blue’s favorite. even with the boy squirming beneath him and doing everything blue asked him not too, he still had a rather proud smile on his face.      ❛  god, can you please hold still ? i almost had it. ❜    he whined as his leg swung over the other’s stomach to hold him still. even with straddling the other, shea still seemed to be able to move almost as well as he could when blue wasn’t in the picture. enough had been enough –– blue’s hands practically whipped to the two separate places on the bed shea’s wrists were and brought them up to lay on the pillow above his head. pressing them into the bed rather roughly, blue’s eyebrows raised as his tongue darted out to wet his lip.      ❛  don’t get any ideas, abernathy. this is for your eyelash. ❜    he mumbled. he’d be lying if he said they hadn’t done that before but this was not the time. one of his hands moved to hold shea’s two firmly against the bed. blue’s free hand then glided over to the small black eyelash placed so rather delicately on the boy’s cheek. time was practically still for a moment. blue’s nimble fingers worked their way around the eyelash as he slowly picked it up before pressing his lips together to blow it softly out of his hands. his gaze turned back to shea before his lips started moving.      ❛  you can have my wish. ❜    it was practically a whisper as his gaze shifted all over shea’s face. a small genuine smile formed on blue’s red lips as he raised an eyebrow before a glimmer of movement startled him from where he’d been holding shea’s hands. fear struck his soul before he spoke.      ❛  no baby please do –– ❜    by the end of his sentence, he was squealing as the other’s now free hands had made it to his own sides, causing laughter to spill from his lips instead.

SHIT.      the first though that enters her mind is how fast an exit she can make.    if she dashed across the street in true roadrunner fashion,    she might just get away without blue noticing who she was  —   or maybe not.       she pauses,    planning her next move carefully.    one foot out of place    &   she could end up with    zero    siblings.    having elodie hate her was bad enough.      ‘  karma’s really fucking with me today.  ’    she mutters under her breath before eyeing blue cautiously,     ‘  i’m guessing this is your car?     small world … ’

saffron: if you had enough money to fund going away for a week, you had somewhere to stay AND you were going to support friends; you'd go wouldn't you?

saffron: there's no reason not to if everything perfectly aligns is there?

saffron: that would just be being an awful friend.

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you want a list of bullet points, or would you prefer an essay ? for starters, would love to have not fucked annie’s dad as many people as i have.

bryce archer.