acoetis.

the wife.

[acoetis]

** ;; & husband:

THE BRIGHTNESS MAKES him feel lighter nearly instantly, the fingers brushing against his scalp making his eyes close & scruffy cheek rest on her shoulder with a small smile on his face. A mumble of confirmation is pressed to her neck. He always sleeps better with her curled up next to him. 

he’s a man of few words, isn’t he ? but actions are said to speak volumes, and his ease at her side is far more vocal than a yes or no could possibly have been. she grins, lips pressing again to his flesh, letting the kiss linger briefly, breath hot and fluttering against his temple. 

❛ you hungry ? I can make breakfast. ❜

[acoetis]

** ;; & drowneddebt

THE WOMAN THAT managed to look past the mistakes he’s made is likely the only person who will ever be able to kiss him without getting an extreme & slightly panicked reaction. Amazingly, the veteran’s shoulders relax, returning the kiss to her forehead. The smell of coffee is already filling the kitchen.

              ‘ good morning, jo. ‘

❛ good morning. ❜

there’s a brightness in her demeanour, a smile fitting upon her lips at the gentleness of the kiss to her skin. for a man so often regarded as stoic and rough, how darling she finds him to be in her company, her hand lifting to comb fondly through his hair.

❛ sleep well ? ❜

[acoetis]

revamps bc husband.

[acoetis]

{ unknown } :

acoetis

the lamb’s smile is as genuine as they get nowadays, columbia having left its marks on her. she’s attempting to not seem like the heartless bird she usually adopts, since this woman would seem to be her biological mother. who died. giving birth to elizabeth. she must be breaking some kind of rule.

      if she's thrown off by the stranger's       unwavering gaze, joanna isn't about       to admit to it. head tilts near curious-       ly, regarding the other with a vague       sort of curiosity. while not one to shy       away from attention, from a stranger,       it had to at least be questioned.

     "everything alright?"

[lambkiller-blog]

acoetis

[acoetis]

{ husband } :

staring at the guitar in his hands, he turns it over carefully, the wood old and worn. the memories held within the instrument  are old and full of sadness, reflecting in his eyes. he doesn’t hear joanna come in. 

        "for a man with a guitar, it's           awful quiet."

         creeping up behind him, her          remark is idle and off-handed,          arms circling his shoulders          with casual affection.

        "play for me?"

[lxckwolf-archive]

Sentence Memes.

[acoetis]

"You belong to me."

"I found you."

"I’m in jail."

"You make me so hot."

"I have to leave."

"Please don’t leave."

"And what about our parents?"

"Who did this to you?"

"You shouldn’t have done that."

"What happened last night."

"We never tell anyone about this."

"So, you want to play games?"

"Does that require pants?"

"Lets just have a lazy day."

"Then go kill the bitch."

"I’m pregnant."

"You broke me."

"Don’t touch me."

"You can’t fix this."

"There’s nowhere we can hide."

"I’m not listening."

"Who do you think you are?"

"I don’t need you here."

"Did I fall asleep?"

"A little evil goes a long, long way."

"I will not die."

"I don’t care."

"I have no regrets."

"I feel numb."

"All monsters are human."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"Are you crazy?”

"Do you trust me?"

"How did you escape?"

"Is that blood behind your ear?"

"Take. This. Off. "

"What’s in it for me?"

"What’s in it for you?"

[l0v3--is--l0v3]

[lxckwolf-archive]

Sentence Memes.

[acoetis]

"You belong to me."

"I found you."

"I’m in jail."

"You make me so hot."

"I have to leave."

"Please don’t leave."

"And what about our parents?"

"Who did this to you?"

"You shouldn’t have done that."

"What happened last night."

"We never tell anyone about this."

"So, you want to play games?"

"Does that require pants?"

"Lets just have a lazy day."

"Then go kill the bitch."

"I’m pregnant."

"You broke me."

"Don’t touch me."

"You can’t fix this."

"There’s nowhere we can hide."

"I’m not listening."

"Who do you think you are?"

"I don’t need you here."

"Did I fall asleep?"

"A little evil goes a long, long way."

"I will not die."

"I don’t care."

"I have no regrets."

"I feel numb."

"All monsters are human."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"Are you crazy?”

"Do you trust me?"

"How did you escape?"

"Is that blood behind your ear?"

"Take. This. Off. "

"What’s in it for me?"

"What’s in it for you?"

[readheadandundead-archive]

Domestic(ish) Sentences

"Mmm don’t answer it."

"Have you seen my shirt?"

"What’s the magic word…?"

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

"I can’t sleep."

"You still awake?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Let’s stay in tonight."

"Should we skip the movie tonight?"

"I’ve been thinking about you all day…"

[fatalissia]

[tunefilled]

Visit Original Link

song a day → 1/?

I Will Follow You Into The Dark / Death Cab For Cutie

[rxnsinthefamily-deactivated2014]

his smile brightens another degree, a feat that shouldn’t  be possible on booker’s face. an arm snakes to rest on her  waist, tracing the bottom of her rib cage with his fingers.

          “ how sad for us. i don’t              know how we’ll cope. ”

[acoetis]

it's all she can do to bite back a grin, and try to maintain a  vague sense of being greatly inconvenienced by his given affections. yet, she can't help but melt at his touch, burying her head in the crook between his jaw and shoulder. 

           " we'll both be damn               exhausted by the               morning. and i'll be               in a bad mood all               day. "

[rxnsinthefamily-deactivated2014]

he smiles, eyes closed and brushing his nose against  her palm. it’s his goal to keep her under the blankets with him, wasting the day away with excessive sleep.

           ” dinner’s a solid six hours              away, at least. we’ll be fine. ”

[acoetis]

a fair argument, admittedly. not to mention the fact she's starting to be deeply enticed by the notion of remaining buried in his arms for  a good six hours. 

               " if we fall asleep now,                   we'll end up awake                    all night. "

[columbiacalling-deactivated2015]

Displacement || acoetis

[columbiacalling-deactivated2015]

"I ain’t all that great at makin’ friends in the first place." A corner of his lips twisted upward, only the faintest trace of bitterness in the gesture. "Or holdin’ onto them."

Already he’d been simultaneously too honest with her for his own good, and not truthful enough for his own liking. But there was something about her, the deep-seated inquisitiveness of a child that managed to make it through to adulthood. That same spark never failed to tug at the seams he kept sewn shut.

“At least, that’s what I’ve been told.” And painful as it was, it was true.

He glanced sidelong, stepping out of the way of pedestrians. “Were you on your way somewhere? The middle of the street ain’t the best place for chattin’, to be honest.”

[acoetis]

"I can't imagine why. You don't strike me as particularly awful company."

It was an honest sentiment ; for, despite the suspicions she wielded on the subject of the man's likely habit of dishonesty, his immediate company wasn't entirely undesirable. Perhaps in a secluded setting, she would find herself more wary of this Mr Dewitt, but the public area served comfortably enough as a safety crutch for her to entertain the man's company further. What harm could come to her from a strange man under the gazes of a dozen waiting witnesses?

"The marketplace, actually. There's a chocolatier in the area I've made a terrible habit of visiting every weekend."

A minor lie of her own ---- while the latter was true, she had been on her way home. Still, she was not particularly pressed for time, and the excursion would hardly be a hassle. All things briefly considered, there was something near endearing about his subtle keenness. 

"I suppose you may accompany me. If you want."

[sucyou]

[acoetis]

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[readheadandundead-archive]

Domestic(ish) Sentences

"Mmm don’t answer it."

"Have you seen my shirt?"

"What’s the magic word…?"

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

"I can’t sleep."

"You still awake?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Let’s stay in tonight."

"Should we skip the movie tonight?"

"I’ve been thinking about you all day…"