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A painting for my friends, @the-blacksmiths-fiancee and @byrne-blacksmithery
@the-blacksmiths-fiancee @byrne-blacksmithery Come get y'all Juice
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{ Reblog if your character knows how to fight with a sword }
Guns are shit, time to bring back swords and long bows.
we have a few soft blankets on the rug beside the fire. i made warm drinks just minutes ago because you begged me, but you're sleeping on my chest before it's even room temperature. i'm pretending to read while i enjoy the way your body fits against mine.
Date a dork who let's you draw stars and smiley faces on his hands
*he chuckled and pulled the bed cover over them, he pulled him close* Sleep well, Mo Cuishle. - Mason
He cuddled into him comfortably, asleep.
*his blush hadn't quite faded as he bent down to kiss him* - Mason
He relaxed and let himself start to fall asleep once he’d kissed him.
Sleep, Mo Cuishle. *he said softly* I'll handle breakfast tomorrow. No coupon needed. - Mason
He smiled softly, humming sleepily, and tapped his lips, “You. Are amazing.”
Indeed. *he went to the middle of his back now, trying to slowly relax him entirely* - Mason
It was working, sighing in relief and letting his eyes rest.
*his face went red and he cleared his throat* Like I said, I took a class. - Mason
“Good teacher.”
Look at that. You're a puddle. *he said lightly, started to move to his back now* - Mason
“You have good hands, what can I say?”
Took a class on this in college. *he told him as he rubbed, undoing knots* Goodness, darling. You're so tense. - Mason
He melted on the bed as he worked on his shoulders, “That was a big party, you know.” He said, “A lot to pull together.”
*he nodded and started there* As you wish. - Mason
He almost immediately sighed with relief, “Oh my Lord and Lady.”
*he laughed gently again, giving him a kiss* Of course, Mo Cuishle. Of course. Where should I start? - Mason
“Shoulders. Definitely shoulders.” He relaxed, smiling at him.
*he laughed and kissed his cheek* Darling, you don't have too, but you did just say you'd need to do that before knowing if you wanted shoulders and back. - Mason
He paused a moment and then shook his head. "Nope, I am too tired to understand what you said worded like that." He looked at him with a more pleading expression. "But maybe a loving boyfriend could spoil me and do both?"
Do you want to do that first? - Mason
“That means Mooooving.” He whined.