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after much consideration, i have decided to retire this blog; i haven’t lost muse for garim, but i have been finding it more exhausting than fun. i’ll still be checking up on this blog every now and then, so i won’t be completely gone!! i will be more active on my other blogs like @dovefeathrdraven , @flurdall , and @daemonjpeg !!
❖ ohfiendangelical
❛ It turns you on, though. ❜
Zero will graciously ignore the unnecessary namedrop, instead focusing on nuzzling into Garim’s elegant neck, fangs teasing the milk - white, paper - thin skin. He’s tempted to bite, craving the feeling of that body tensing beneath him.
He would be a fool to try and deny his emotions. He knows better, and he would rather be spared the humiliation for trying. He clears his throat, screwing his eyes shut as he lets his head drop as he mentally scrambles for a way to get out of this. Zero had a habit of being all too persistent -- and all too persuasive -- for Garim to handle. Behavior like this is why he denied to treat Felix any further, and the last thing he needs is another black mark on his record. ( Although, if all the other ‘ encounters ’ he had with his clients were accounted for, he would have had his license pulled years ago. )
‘ Z-Zero, please, ’ his will to fight the advances was becoming weaker by the minute.
❖ pseughost
Hearty laughter fades into an easy smile, which then settles into a relaxed, dreamy sort of look. Donovan notices, of course, the way Garim is looking at him, and he can’t help but to admire his lover’s lips as well — so fine and rosy, so soft.
❛ If yer gonna kiss me, get on wi’ it, luv. ❜
Playful, but also an earnest challenge. He very much wants to be kissed, to lose himself in this comfortable, loving haze — but Garim is taking his sweet time, as usual. Sometimes he just needs to be bossed around.
How rewarding it would be to press warm, damp kisses all over and around his lovers scruffy mouth, all up and down his neck, softly nibble his freckles collar bones. Garim stared for a moment longer, the only thing to pull him from his thoughts is the husky, low voice of the other.
‘ erm, ’ he smiles playfully, brushing the wet hair out of his face as he reaches for the soap, ‘ the moment has passed, I don’t much feel like it anymore. ’
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1. mr spider why was it funny to bite me
2. i hate you how does that make you feel
3. that was my social security number
4. good evening
5. omg can you let me do what i need to do
bonus: come and get your dinner jimmy
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Starters (Dealing with Mental Illness)
“I know that it’s not real, I just…it’s real to me, sometimes.”
“I don’t mean to…I’m sorry.”
“I don’t do it on purpose!”
“Why are you blaming me for something I can’t control?!”
“I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe–“
“My chest hurts, it feels like I’m going to choke.”
“Please just make them go away!”
“I hear it, okay? I can fucking hear it.”
“You can’t tell me it’s not there when I can see it! I can fucking see it!”
“I’m just…really tired.”
“I’m not sleeping, I…I can’t sleep, anymore.”
“I don’t think I’m alone.”
“They tell me to do things, they say all of these things to me and I don’t know what to do.”
“I don’t know which voice is my own anymore.”
“I hurt myself.”
“I…I need to go to the hospital.”
“No! I’m not going fucking anywhere!”
“I don’t want to take all of these pills, I don’t want to be on all these drugs anymore!”
“I’m tired of going to so many doctors.”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“It hurts…”
“I’m just so fucking scared. I’m scared of this, of myself, of everything.”
“I don’t know which one is the real me, anymore.”
“I feel strange…”
“I can’t focus on anything, I feel like I’m not even real.”
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Garim was still trembling from his nightmare. He desperately tried to keep the tears back, but he smiled despite his fear. He had only known her for a short time, but she was so comforting to him already. He feels like he has known her for lifetimes already.
‘ Oh, my apologies, I didn’t mean to wake you, ’ he mumbled softly, giving her arm a gentle rub.
❖ pseughost
❛ Ach, if ye wan’ me pardon you’ll have tae keep begging. ❜
Clearly, though, he is not all that bothered; as soon as the words leave his mouth, he’s leaning forward and stealing a kiss, cupping his hands to hold some water so that he may pour it over Garim’s tangled mess.
He loves that hair. Black as midnight, impossible to tame, always falling in thick locks in and around his face, his eyes. Those clear, wild eyes. All of it makes him look like some beautiful, bizarre creature of the woods and mist, one of the manic mystics from the other realm.
Once his hair is properly wetted, Donovan pulls away from the kiss and Garim gets water flicked into his face. Another splash follows.
❛ That’s wot ye get. ❜
Garim took the splashes to the face with grace, his wet hair now clinging to his cheeks and the nape of his neck. He wore the face of mischief, like a cat who was ready to pounce, but he mused anyways, dramatically placing a hand to his chest, feigning a gasp.
‘ Please, my darling, spare me from this torture! I fear I might do something rash if provoked further. ’
He stared down at the man in front of him, taking a moment to look him up and down. He was one of the most gorgeous men he had ever met, with a heart that radiates light twice as bright. Garim let the hand on his chest fall to Donovan’s considerably more muscular and hairy chest, and the mischievous look was gone, instead replaced with one of adoration, of love and lust. Whatever form of revenge he was forming in his head was gone now that his attention was completely place on Donovan’s lips.
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❖ ohfiendangelical
❛ Kiss me. ❜
Somehow, even with the void in them, he manages to make Bambi eyes.
❛ I know you want to. I know you want to do more than that. You might as well. Besides, it’ll help me. It’ll make me better, so much better, promise. ❜
‘ You do realize you could be costing me my license as we speak, right? Awfully selfish of you, Zephyr. ’
Despite his best efforts of hiding his obvious interest, he still lets his hands rest gently on the hips that pin him to his chair. Though his stare is cold and angry, the rest of his body tells a different story.
❖ ohfiendangelical
❛ You’re not gonna. ❜
His blood smells like fruit wine, earthy wildflowers, rich berries. His pain smells like tea and allspice. It’s hard to keep his human face on, and there’s a thin film of shame that covers him wholly as it dawns on him that a quick look into his eyes will no doubt give him away. He can only hope that if Garim is to look, he will also see the good intentions, the love.
❛ You have all of us now. You didn’t before. You’ll be okay, really. Promise. You’re stronger than you think you are. ❜
‘ How can everyone be so damn sure of that? ’ Garim’s looks was quizzical and grim.
He was on the verge of an ‘episode’, he could feel it. Deep within his mind he could feel the voices gnawing at the back of his mind, the itching underneath is skin, the boiling of his blood. His gaze turned into a stare, his hands starting to tremble violently at his sides. ( This is awfully incontinent... ) This was not the time, nor the place for this, and he knew it. Scratching his fingernails against the palms of his hands, his eyes scanned for a way out.
‘ I am a hopeless case... When is anyone going to see that? ’
❖ pseughost
❛ Sweetheart, please. ❜
Donovan approached cautiously, trying to determine the best way to ensure that Garim would not hurt himself.
His heart broke a little more each time this happened, but he had to ignore it for now; falling into despair — or any other form of upset — would only worsen an already bad situation. The crying ( because there was always crying, always ) would come later, after all of this was over and Garim was safely lying in bed, asleep.
❛ It’s me, luv. It’s your Donovan. ❜
He recognized the name, but he couldn’t place where, or even when he heard it. The voice connected with the name was so calming, but there was something in the back of his mind telling Garim not to trust the reassurance of the other.
HE IS ONLY GOING TO TRY AND LOCK YOU AWAY.
HE’S TRYING TO TRICK YOU.
HE DOESN’T LOVE YOU.
‘ You st-stay... you stay away! You hear me! Back! ’ He was beginning to hyperventilate, yet there was a glimmer of something unknown swimming in his green eyes.
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