DICHOTOMY.

yet, those hands will never hold anything.

[falseguard]

riastradd‌:

By doing it more!

It’s you, so it’s fine. Just don’t hurt yourself again.

[falseguard]

riastradd‌:

“Nothing.” He is quick to say, deflating slowly on the bench and sliding down. That was quite the treat and Lancer is feeling it. He sighs, stares ahead of him now that the show is over. “Why would you do that to me?” He asks, turning his head to the side and looking up at Archer with a pout.

“If it’s nothing, why are you pouting?” Archer persists, finds it perhaps a tad too entertaining to know exactly how easy it is to toy with Lancer and apply that to every little piece of life he can work it into. He smiles, slowly; leans an inch closer. “You aren’t bothered, are you?”

[falseguard]

riastradd‌:

As I said— it was not my fault. I do that all the time.

Then you should work on it some more, huh?

[falseguard]

#a normal day w/ the four cats. I cry

the four cats, that he loves almost as much as the person they’re named after. :3c

[falseguard]

carry-on-my-wayward-butt‌:

cat: [SCREAMING]

me: yes dear.

cat: [HOWLING]

me: i see.

cat: [DISSONANT SQUAWKING]

me: mhmm.

[falseguard]

riastradd‌:

That was not my fault— I was minding my own business.

You were ogling me in broad daylight.

[falseguard]

riastradd‌:

I could never hurt myself while watching you! What am I talking about? This is all me, of course.

Except for that time you walked into a pole.

[falseguard]

riastradd‌:

Grasps weakly at his own clothes, mouth open and closing slowly. This is torture, worse than having Gáe Bolg piercing one’s skin. Lancer didn’t know how much longer he could survive like this.

Amusing as it might be to drag things out like this, his heart is much kinder than that. Most of the time, at least. Lancer’s torment ends with the treat melting into nothing, Archer casually twirling the stick between his fingers and finally glancing over to his suffering mess of a partner, either brow raised. “What?”

[falseguard]

;)

STARING INTENSIFIES

can a man not enjoy a popsicle? oh, look, it’s blue. how convenient. it’s going back in his mouth.

[falseguard]

It would be a shame if something happened to those bush ;)

If you do something to them, you’re gonna get it.

[falseguard]

proud to identify as morosexual.

I have all day.

First of all, you’re going to hurt yourself winking like that. Second of all, what are you talking about?

[sherry-kun-wa-itsumo-kedaruge]

[falseguard]

mossbian‌:

cats don’t know what words mean and i love that about them. i can say “you are a beautiful little angel child and i love you more than anything else in the entire world” but also “you wretched little clown bastard. you’ve created such a big mess and now i have to clean it because i have hands and you don’t. this is god’s cruelest joke.” and they don’t care they just say :3 and put their little paws on me

[falseguard]

For some reason, I was feeling a little off today. But when you came along, you definitely turned me on.

I might not be a Grail, but I can make all of your wishes come true.

[falseguard]

riastradd‌:

Permission granted, Lancer closes the last bit of distance between the two of them and presses his lips against those of Archer’s. This time he lets go of Archer’s hands, settling them on each side of Archer’s face and cups his face as he kisses him. This time he is getting the kiss he deserves, personal space non-existent and touching Archer as much as he can.

His grasps freed, Archer’s palms find respite on the back of Lancer’s hands to meet him comfortably in their kiss, smile still lingering as his eyes close and he sinks into the affection. It’s endearing, how he would’ve kissed him anyway (something he’s sure Lancer knew himself) yet never once worried about the other not playing along. He’s earned it, Archer thinks, not long before shifting to wrap his arms around Lancer’s neck and press closer.

[falseguard]

I am a top

You sure are.

[teerofinale]

Are you a top or bottom?

I’m an experience

[falseguard]

riastradd‌:

@falseguard