JVL
Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
noise dept.
Today's Document
almost home
todays bird
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Keni
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roma★
Mike Driver
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
@theartofmadeline
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Not today Justin
if i look back, i am lost
trying on a metaphor
Kaledo Art
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@loricansxpride-blog
“White- !” A yawn directly into his ear as chin settled on his shoulder and hand emerged from the blanket to return the hug. “With a little bit of red like your eyes. I like those.”
“Unique.” The word is a pleased murmur, expressing his joy in her company as well as share thoughts. A pause before speaking. “...What does that make you?”
Steadfast is her finger in its silencing, although she smiles a sleepy smile at how responsive he was. “You’re a tulip.”
Head bowing, scruffy features brush her neck while arms secure a delicate hold on her. “...What color?”
“Shhhhh!” A misguided hand sloppily finds it way to his lips hitting some landmarks along the way: the chin, the neck, an ear even. “You smell like flowers.”
Though he wasn't even speaking, he stills and remains quiet as best as possible. Eyes soften, however, at her words and he shifts lower some, catching her gaze. “...I was outside.”
A blip of sleep speech muffled as she spoke it into his collarbone: “Ryiiiiiiid!”
Brows raise and he shifts some, hand settling at her back. “Hn?” A question of what she needed. One only she could decipher, of course.
Casually steals all the blankets and drools on him like nbd.
Very subtly does he wipe the drool away, though makes no effort to move.
Silence as puppy dog eyes aimed up turn into something a bit more agitated. “Well you have to bend down at least at little bit.”
Realization dawns with her words, and, even though he's sitting, the tank leans forward some.
“I could kiss them better if you want.”
“Hn.... yes.”
”…Hullo Mr. Uruk. Looks like you have a few new cuts!”
“A few.”
“Hn... hi.”
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kisses meg in front of everyone tho
"Tch. At least, have faith in me not to lie. When have I ever denied my involvement in trouble-making? I own up to my shit.”
“Hn. Fair enough.”
"Your lack of faith in me is insulting."
“You honestly expect me to put faith in you?”
"… Not when you put it like that. I’m still innocent in this situation and I refuse to say otherwise.”
“Hn. Fine.”
"Why doesn’t anyone ever believe me? I could be telling the truth."
“----If you were me, would you believe you?”
"… I can honestly say that it wasn’t my fault."
“...Doubtful.”
”You got scruffier.” Critical insight, but still she gravitates him closer with a rough pull that has little to do with gravity so so might rub her cheek to his.
“Haven't shaved lately.” A simple explanation, cheek pressing back with equal affection while lips touch her nose, ever so slightly.
