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// so i know i went on a kinda improptu hiatus for like a year almost but uhh. my focus has been elsewhere ( and still is ) but i have stealthily remade these guys into a new low-activity multimuse u can follow at @beastreign if u want. otherwise i'll just. see u some other time!! ty for the good times
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“I thought you were gonna keep me waiting out here forever, you know?” Evan hums playfully, a lopsided grin on his lips as he offers up a helmet — one that he’d specifically bought with Eugene in mind — and wiggles it a bit. “I’m a patient man but… even I have my limits.”
Though, as he says that, his thoughts drift to the time spent mulling over the type of gift he’d give the shorter man. Countless days of thinking he had something before ultimately electing to scrap whatever idea he’d had in mind. He’s taken Eugene for drives — in both his car and his motorcycle — so that was nothing new. Treating him to a nice dinner was all but a given on his birthday but not exactly… special — especially considering that he’d do that even if it wasn’t a special occasion.
The gift—whatever it was—had to be special… it had to mean something...
“...Hey do you wanna just… go somewhere? I’m not talking like…” The man gestures vaguely. “...around here. I’m talking about… You know — if you could pick a place you’d like to go...and could, where would that be?”
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naturally, eugene had made a big deal out of his birthday. he didn't really want much, except for attention— although he wouldn't say no to other forms of presents, evan's attention was much higher on the list. so of course, he held the man in high expectations come the day of— although the feline wasn't exactly in a position to take the day off from work, let alone did he expect to be held back by another extra hour.
but sometimes, it couldn't be helped.
“ i'm sssssorry, evvie~ ” he purred out as the taller came into view, an apologetic grin bright upon his face— features still stained with soot, he'd all but rushed out the moment he was able to, that he simply happened to miss a few spots. the display likely told evan more than he needed to know, as to why was eugene late.
golden eyes flitted to the helmed offered, blinking twice before grabbing it with no further prompt needed. “ i'll make it up to ya... someday... not today, though! ” he beamed, voice now slightly muffled as he was far too eager to put the helmed on and adjust it atop his head. expecting evan to drive, he waited patiently for the taller to get on before the panther could take his spot behind him.
the question as to where they were going begged for answers, and it nearly slipped past eugene's lips, only to be stopped by the other raven asking him instead. that he could choose the destination.
a soft hum escaped him then— he hadn't given that any thought today, or even any of the days prior to his birthday, having fully expected evan to take the lead entirely. “ mm. ” it became more difficult when he was supposed to take into consideration the whole worlds.
“ someplace warm for the winter, honestly. sorta like a migratory birds, y'know? if that was somethin' i could just do. spread my wings 'n fly? i'd just go wherever's the warmest for the year when the winter hits these parts. ”
“ ... why? ”
// crisis averted i managed to recover the url i wanted... now all i need is to be possessed by the motivation demon to actually redo my carrd and the whole blog but one thing at a time. since most of my fixation is still on ivan the thoughts of my ocs are still a little on the backburner.
// idk when I'll be back but when I am I'll be dropping literally everything. Except for the birthday ask Hollis sent me (oopsie). Might even move this blog in fact.
// with that said i'll probably do a different url and i'd just LOVE to reuse one from my old blogs but like do you think i even remember the login to that
seeing evan was always a highlight of his day. and he'd always tried to keep his whining to a minimum when he had to leave for an extended period of time due to work, but... that meant that he was all the more excited to welcome him back home.
running up to him the moment he saw the taller man, he jumped right up at him, arms wound tightly around his frame and fully expecting to be held in turn. “ i missed ya! ” he was quick to kiss evan on the cheek, on the lips, before burying his face in his shoulder and inhaling his scent.
... ah.
“ did'ya smoke on the way back? ugh, go change! ” ... or otherwise dispose of the shirt.
It’s a strange thought… Having someone waiting for him to return that wasn’t among his initial small group of friends.
He’s sure Eugene would deny he ever did this but the man’s eyes lit up every time he returned from a trip elsewhere. His excitement was always palpable regardless of how Evan arrived or what Eugene’s own greeting was. It’s always a small scurry ( or something akin to it ) to close the distance between them in some way and though he couldn’t always predict what the shorter man would say, to him… it was usually something framed around missing him or noting his absence.
Now, typically — especially with those he’s been with before — this little detail gets pushed back as far as it can in the raven’s mind. If he notices it, it’s immediately glossed over in favor of focusing on physical details… on touches and hugs — things he can turn his mind off to after travelling for so long. The topic of being missed, or of awaiting one’s return, is always responded to with a “Well, I’m here now aren’t I?” and a somewhat dismissive, removed tone. It’s still playful, of course, but… it was just that — playful, with no real meaning.
With Eugene, he tried that and it did work for a time at holding the other man at arm’s length. For a brief moment, he held the thought of distance between the two of them firmly in his hand…
...but how could he continue holding onto it when the first thing Eugene does is jump into his arms. Quite literally, this time.
Evan’s arms wrap around Eugene with a small exhaled laugh, holding the other man tight as he wraps both arms and legs around his form. The raven is quick to adjust his hold on his shorter companion, one arm still holding Eugene to him by his waist while the other supports him with a hand cupping his thigh. “...I missed you too, Genie.” he mumbles after the kisses, softer than Eugene’s own admission. “Got you something too — to make up for how long I was gone.”
Evan tips his head to the side the moment his companion tips his head to the side, offering him more room to bury his face into his shoulder. He’s about to start walking with the feline in tow… when Eugene proceeds to recoil a bit with a displeased noise, the act followed by a comment about the scent of smoke on him.
...Ah…
“...Where do you think I’m going, huh?” he asks, a louder laugh on his tongue as he then begins walking. “You know — you kinda stopped me from doing that by jumping on me like you did.”
— And then comes a low, teasing purr, with the hand at Eugene’s thigh offering a small squeeze to it. “I take it that you wanna help me out a little, then~?”
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// idk when I'll be back but when I am I'll be dropping literally everything. Except for the birthday ask Hollis sent me (oopsie). Might even move this blog in fact.
// happy munday here's my art vs artist for this year with nonexistent variety because when the brainrot hits it's forever--
// crawling on here from my hiatus for a lil bit to let you know that it's the loser boy's birthday
// crawling on here from my hiatus for a lil bit to let you know that it's the loser boy's birthday
// my cat has recently learned that the sound of a fridge opening means food. not food for him, but that never stops him from immediatelly jumping up the kitchen counter in hopes. what i'm saying is that eugene can hear you open the fridge from across 3 rooms. he will be sticking his head through the door in hopes of being given something.
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with a focus on: facade, obsession, blind obedience, nihilism, self-sacrifice, criminal influence, what does it mean to love, & being at the bottom of the food chain.
He was tired, but he found it difficult to actually fall asleep. Not with all the thoughts that ran wild in his head everytime he looked at the man he was currently sharing a bed with. Lawali was sleeping soundly and he wished not to disturb that - but he couldn't help but run his fingertips over his skin, gently brushing the few strands of fair hair from his eyes. He turned his hand, now having his knuckles glide over smooth complexion, before they'd reached exposed collarbones. There was something ethereal about the other that he couldn't quite put into words. He tipped his eyes lower, watching the steady way Lawali's chest rose and fell with each breath taken. Hesitantly, he then placed his hand over where the heart would be... Before snuggling just a bit closer, face hidden in the crook of his neck.
Lawali doesn’t consider himself a very heavy sleeper… or a light one for that matter. He’s somewhere in the middle — reaching a deep enough sleep to remain undisturbed for most of the night… but still being somewhat aware of sounds and the like that aren’t considered the norm.
Most nights, he’s able to stay firmly grounded in sleep without much issue… but tonight was leagues different — if the other man sharing the bed with him was any indication.
He doesn’t really feel any of the gentle touches that Ignis gifts him with — neither the tender brush of his hair away from his eyes nor the graze of the other man’s knuckles down along his jaw and neck. The most he managed to be aware of was the very same thing he’d gone to sleep thinking — that Ignis was there and that he, hopefully, would be asleep right along with Lawali in a little while. He deserved the rest… truly, and he could only pray that in that moment he’d be still or as close to it as he could get… for Ignis.
The shifting, inexplicably, is what causes Lawali to stir. It’s subtle, too, starting with little more than an inhale as light brown eyes crack open to strain against the dark. Muscle memory dictates that he stretch out … but the weight of Ignis’ head pressed into the space between his shoulder and neck says otherwise. He can’t really turn his head to look at the other man, but familiar, coarse hair tickles at some spots on his jaw, neck, and shoulder. He can, however, lift the other’s hand from where it’s rested on his chest… and he does. It’s not by much, but it’s enough for the half-asleep painter to be able to crane his head down and press his lips to a couple of Ignis’ fingers. Where he leaves the limb is a bit higher than wherever the other placed it… but his hand remains atop it, thumb stroking slowly at Ignis’ knuckles.
The man’s other arm — the one resting beneath Ignis in some part — would be a little numb in the morning… but that was alright. If anything, he only wished he could use it to pull the other man closer to him. How he’d do that with Ignis already pressed as close as he could, he didn’t know… but it’d be nice to just hold him. Maybe he’d wake up with more than a numb arm, maybe not — he didn’t care. He just wanted Ignis close.
Lawali turns his head a towards Ignis’… and before he slips back into sleep, he inches his head forward yet again to kiss the side of his muse’s head — not once, but twice. Only after that does he settle down completely, eyes closing and sinking back into the comfort of the mattress underneath them both.
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