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And this is what happens when I can’t brain replies, but have ship feels.
The story?Yesterday I got a phone call while I was waiting for the bus to go to University. Gotta admit, I was snippy. It was close to 98 and there wasn't much shade at the stop. Plus, I didn't know the number. Some Florida area code. Scammer, right?It was a social worker, name Diana. She was...
[[Hey guys…
I’ve been stressed and busy and this just dropped in my lap. Posting it here for a signal boost. Do what you can, if you can? A reblog is just as nice. Sorry.]]
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zakkusurifea:
Zack had a feeling he would wake to find Vincent gone again and he knew it would make his heart ache, but the gunman was right. It was best to focus on the now, rather than later. He sat up and shifted into the former Turk’s side, nuzzling into his law lovingly. “Okay. What do you want to do?”
The nuzzle was taken with a small smile, one of the softer ones in the former Turk’s repertoire. But all too easily did it slip into the more devious smirk as he turned Zack against him, pulling him closer. mindful of the claws of his bras gauntlet as always, but no doubt they were shockingly cold on the other’s skin. “Hmm,” he hummed back, a faint glow lit in his crimson gaze. “First...” And a kiss, slow, easy. Then heated, and when he finally pulled back, a graze of sharp, sharp fang. “Maybe something for you to remember fondly in the nights ahead?”
zakkusurifea:
Tingles raced up his spine as those fingers made contact with his scalp. He closed those eyes again, bringing a hand to rest on Vincent’s arm. “So, does this mean you’ll stay for a while?”
Pretty lie, ugly truth. Well, he didn’t enjoy lying to Zack. “I can’t say for sure,” he allowed carefully. “So instead of worrying about tomorrow, let’s enjoy tonight.”
warofthebeasts:
Quite so. Interesting, a bit insane. But aren’t we all.
Well. I didn’t say it. But yes, please do send him my way when you’re done.
zakkusurifea:
Zack laughed, snatching up Vincent’s hand and gnawing on the fingertips softly. “You sleep too much. And you wander too long. It’s lonely without you.”
Oh. He had missed that laugh, and only upon hearing it again, did he realise just how much he had missed it. “Mm, my poor warrior.” Freeing his hand from the nibbling, he ran his fingers through dark hair. “I know I do. I’m sorry for leaving you alone too long.”
zakkusurifea:
“Well, you didn’t say it, so I didn’t know,” he pouted, puffing his cheeks out at him.
The former Turk might have been wondering how, exactly, he had wound up with someone so--- “Hmph. I suppose you don’t believe in the wind, either, because you can’t see it.” Gloved hand tweaked the ex-SOLDIER’s ear lightly. “Adorable fool.”
Truth, I can make you beg, I can make you beg.
— N. L. Shompole, from “the reviver’s lover,” Lace Bone Beast: Poems & Fairytales for Wicked Girls
zakkusurifea:
He cracked his violet eyes open, letting them lock with crimson as brows pulled together. “Did… you miss me too?”
The red-cloaked man looked mildly offended Zack had even asked. “I thought that was implied.”
warofthebeasts:
He speaks strangely of beasts and talking silverware. Have you spoken to any spoons lately?
Oh. No, I can’t say I’ve spoken to any silverware lately, if at all. He sounds... interesting.
zakkusurifea:
He mumbled softly, nuzzling into Vincent, tugging the gunman’s cape over himself. “Mmm…Missed you.”
“Hn. I know.” No, Vincent, what you were supposed to say-- oh, forget it. The man was hopeless.
ooc; all my tags are long ass broken on this blog btw so I ain’t tagging a damned thing fancy anymore.
warofthebeasts:
I could send him your way.
It could certainly break up the monotony. If you feel like it, by all means...
ooc; I wish tumblr would stop finding new ways to make switching between blogs ANNOYING.
zakkusurifea:
He’s just going to sleep here. Better get comfortable because you’ve just become Zack’s new pillow.
As if he would complain or protest this. It had been too long since they’d seen one another.