𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖗 𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆

You taught me the COURAGE of stars before you left. How light carries on endlessly, even after DEATH. With shortness of breath, you EXPLAINED the infinite. How rare and beautiful it is to even exist. STILL I'm pinned under the weight Of what I BELIEVED would keep me safe.

[rokalofdaxam]

ravager-rosie​:

Her eyes flickered to him as he seemed to be at some crossroads of sharing things with her. It was no skin off her back either way, but as one of the few remaining men that she tolerated she didn’t mind offering her assistance. He didn’t exactly know the full range of her skill set after all. She smirked to herself as she finished dealing out the cards. “I like the sound of that.”

Rose leaned against the bar, pushing his hand of cards over to him before picking up her own pair to study. “This should be fun then. Tell me you’ve at least played poker before, yes?” she raised a brow as she looked over the top of her hand at him. “Every card you draw is a drink. And loser loses a piece of clothing.”

“Poker? Sure.” Well, maybe most of his experience was watching tournaments on late night TV, but it was enough. “Rules seem simple enough. You dealing?” Rok interlaced his fingers before crackling his knuckles, making a show of warming his hands up before leaning forward on the table. “Is that all that’s at stake, clothing? I can deal with that.”

As he watched Rose shuffle the deck of cards, he watched her face intently. She was one of few people he trusted, but was the secret of his identity something he was willing to entrust her with? “How’s it going, not playing hero anymore? Are you just neutral, or are you more on the dark side? Inquiring minds want to know, it’s been a bit since that night, curious where your head is at.”

[rokalofdaxam]

anyaxthewolf​:

@rokalofdaxam​​

CLOSED

Curled metal knuckles and flattened hands pounded against the wooden frame in eractic succession, the pace increasing with her desperation. The residual tremors of aching had long since left her willowy frame but her skin still hummed with illusory anguish. Hummed. She could still feel it; the barbed phantom tendrils of her first, very real encounter with physical torment beyond her comprehension. Concentrated, profound, and lasting. Her vision still blurred with unshed tears and skin clammy. When the door was suddenly thrown open, she nearly staggered forward, not fully registering the taller male except that he wasn’t who she was searching for. Without greeting or explanation, Anya pushed past Rok and marched carelessly into the living room. “сoлнышко” she called out, anxiously scouring the area for the sight of the familiar brown hair. “солнышко!”

Anya clamped her hands over her ears, pushing much too hard to drown out the pulsing roar. It wasn’t until Rok was just a few feet away that she acknowledged him and processed the sound of her own ragged breathing. His words sounded to her ears as if it were coming from a great distance. “Where is she?” she asked, deceptively gentle in tone. “Where is Camille? I need-” she paused, slamming her hand against her ear once more. “I need to see her. Where is she?” Were that his voice resonating in the darkness? She blinked at him in bewilderment. “Stop, stop talking I can’t…” Anya shuffled several paces back, pressing the palm of her hands into her eyes. “I just need her”

He held the small, vibrant green box between his fingers, building the courage to open it and inevitably cause himself insurmountable pain. Within the kryptonite box sat the bullet that was embedded in his gut many months prior. Camille had kept it to run tests and attempt a cure for his weakness for the element. Little did she know, Rok had taken it upon himself to expose the lead for moments at a time in order to try and build up some sort of tolerance. So far, no dice. Each instance left him sick to his stomach for hours, even if he was only exposed for a few seconds.

His index finger and thumb grasped the lid and prepared himself for agony, as he was rudely interrupted by furious knocking. Setting the box on the bed, Rok stormed out into the main room and threw open the front door. “What the hell could be so important that you continue knocking—” Words cut short as Anya shoved past him, muttering something unintelligible and assumingly in her mother tongue. “No, don’t walk past and just ignore me, why are you here and what do you want?”

Anya was in rough shape, that much he could see. Though, any ounce of care he had towards people was at an all time low and he didn’t have it in him to give any out to the woman who continually put herself between him and Camille. “She’s not here. She left hours ago, picked up a shift or something.” Rok’s tone began to meet hers, but only barely. There was still an edge to his words that the normal person might be threatened by. “I’m surprised you’re here, usually you follow her around like a little duckling, hoping for attention and validation,” He hissed, knowing that in typical circumstances, he’d be backing himself into a corner, but seeing Anya like this gave him ample opportunities to unload.

[maxortecho]

MAX EVANS in ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO | 1.01 Pilot

[rokalofdaxam]

catchmeifyoucanxcamille​:

anyaxthewolf​:

@rokalofdaxam + @catchmeifyoucanxcamille​

CLOSED

“…and then I drowned her” 

Anya’s admission was accented by the crunch of the spicy pork rinds in her lap, which she was methodically snacking on She further beamed a smile, cheeks flushed and stuffed, at the dark-haired angel blinking at her. Not in alarm, it took a lot for Anya to say something that might shock Cami at this point in their relationship. Her mechanical arm was comfortably slung on a harness as her beloved waitress fine-tuned a region on her chrome bicep. Anya sat contently with her snack, watching her work and absently answering her questions about how she’d become acclimated to the new appendage. Responding that her metal arm made it easy to hold someone’s head under water without worrying about them struggling loose was a fairly on brand retort. “ She splashed around for about a minute, which is admittedly longer than I expected, and then-” she stuck her tongue out to create a raspberry sound. “-dead. кaк мертвая рыба“ like a dead fish. She laughed to herself at the amusing comparison.

Just before she could part her lips and express how lovely she thought Cami looked under this lighting – especially when she was focusing so intently on something. The statement died on her mouth as she realized, without turning to confirm, that the sound of a door opening in the distance was most certainly his return. With a roll of her eyes, Anya sank her hand aggressively into the snack bag. A scowl already primed especially for him when he rounded the corner. “Rufus,” she huffed, her flesh fingers twitching as she resisted the impulse to hurl her pocket knife at his head for interfering with her alone time with Cami. She knew it wouldn’t do anything but she’d get a fraction of satisfaction out of it. “You’re looking disheveled, what’s the matter, had a hard day?“ her lips twisted upward at the thought.

and then I drowned her.

Anya’s colorful departure from normal conversational topics no longer bewildered the tinkering scientist. Had she become so desensitized by the violence after all of the trauma she experienced or had she accepted it had always been in engrained in her? Camille brushed off the thought with a drifting wave of her brow. The metallic tip of her probe tapped at the various components connecting the cybernetic interface to the bio-organic material tethering the new prosthetic to Anya’s sinewy frame. Much like the lean fibers of muscle that tastefully stretched in all the right places, Camille needed to ensure that the arm moved naturally and didn’t hinder her ability to brutalize. She couldn’t change Anya’s craving for violence but she could ensure that she, herself, didn’t have to suffer through another funeral for a friend. 

Blowing the few dark tendrils from her face, she hummed along to the whimsical cadence of Anya’s tale. “I need you to tense your fist,” she offered softly as not to disturb the woman’s rhythm. “..and yes I mean for the prosthetic. I want to test a theory about detachment and the connection between the chip implanted. It should continue to allow you movement even if there’s a failing part in the arm. Nothing should fail but having a fall back function doesn’t hurt..” she tipped her gaze up at Anya with a smile. “.. but they were splish splash, right?” 

Camille’s determined gaze faltered at his return. His even gait coupled with the flittering footsteps had ensnared her focus. Her heart jolted back into a normal rhythm knowing that he’d returned to them once more. Her hold on the instruments sustained because she didn’t want to mess up the fine balance she’d found between the boot up and Anya finally sitting still enough for her to do a diagnostic panel. 

“Hey,” she cooed. “Rough night at the bar?” 

@rokalofdaxam​ @anyaxthewolf​

and then I drowned her.

The familiar Russian accent was like nails on a chalkboard as Rok dragged his feet down the hallway to the apartment. He’d been looking forward to unwinding with Camille after a long night of bar fights and police reports, but it was obvious that wasn’t going to happen as long as Anya was lurking about.

Work started out like any other night, but things spiraled out of control quickly and Rok ended up in the middle of it all. Not once, but twice police cruisers pulled up with lights flashing, inevitably hauling the aggressors out in cuffs and taking statements from the staff. It was way too much contact with badges, given that he was in the middle of plotting against the CCPD.

Closing the door shut behind him, he glared at Anya whilst flipping her off. Nobody asked you, Russian. Rok maintained the angry expression as he signed, rather than spoke. There was far too much yelling and interaction with higher authority throughout the night, and he didn’t have the mental or physical energy to compile coherent English sentences. Turning his gaze to Camille, his expression softened easily. Yeah, that’s an understatement. You’re busy, I’m going to read. Rok signed, shrugging as he pointed in the direction of the dining room-turned-laboratory. He shrugged off his jacket before hanging it on the coat rack and shuffling past the women. I’m fine, he signed once more. Really, just a little spooked and more than tired.

@anyaxthewolf & @catchmeifyoucanxcamille​

[rokalofdaxam]

butiamsmiling​:

@rokalofdaxam​

CLOSED

“An alien in a bar, that’s got to be some sort of weird set up for a dad joke”

Lori plopped into the vacant stool, fingers folded on the counter, lip stretched into a sarcastic grin. Was it wise to out the man before he’d even poured her a drink? Probably not. But there wasn’t anyone else around and she was feeling a bit confrontational. “I can smell wild otherworldliness on you, dude. And I can see your true self,” she added before he could question her, but offered no further explanation than that. As she tilted her head, her brow raised in challenge, her black hair cascaded over her shoulder. “You should see the look on your face.”

“Have you got any Jose Cuervo?” she changed subjects casually as she scanned the bar counter for a menu. “Don’t be fooled by the baby face; I’m legal.”

Rok had been keeping his head down for the last several weeks, in bubbling anticipation for his next hit on the city. The plans were slowly piecing together like a chaotic puzzle, and it was usually at the forefront of his thoughts as he milled about the bar between serving patrons. Though, what he never expected was the dark-haired woman who decided to grace his bar with her presence. 

His face twisted in confusion after doing a double take, wiping stray droplets from the bar as he spoke. "Human, Alien, Meta...we welcome all at this bar, unlike some in the city,” he replied, trying to play it cool. Wild otherworldliness. 

The Daxamite’s stomach clenched, his eyes cutting to her face with haste as surprise mixed with anger in his expression. “How—” Words cut short as she mentioned his true self, the one he’d been masking for the entirety of his residence on Earth. 

“We’ve got beer and booze.” Retrieving a menu from beneath the counter, he held it out to her, moving it from her grasp just milliseconds from her retrieval. “Say anything about me and I’ll find you and kill you myself.”

[liz-max]

ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO | 2.06

[rokalofdaxam]

@catchmeifyoucanxcamille

[ladiesandgentsofrnm-archive]

[fxjustifiedgifs]

[rokalofdaxam]

fxreignprince​:

What else did he have to say for the other to leave him alone? He was starting to worry that he would end up not having any more excuses left, “Maybe he just doesn’t know what kind of bar this is, just because he wanted to meet here, doesn’t automatically means he’s what you’re saying he is,” he pointed out, knowing well that he most likely was, everything pointed out to that, but for now it was just a hunch. It was why he was there, to investigate more, and see whether he was right or not, “I never thought I would get any discount, you made pretty clear how you felt about me the moment we were reunited.”

“Maybe, maybe, maybe,” Rok drawled, tilting the empty cup and setting it in the dirty dishes bin. He pulled a clean bar towel from under the counter and went to work drying the freshly washed pint glasses. God, it was exhausting playing nice. If it weren’t for Camille, he’d throw down and raise hell whenever he damn well pleased. Though, he needed keep her safe, and putting on the act of Hugh Montgomery, bar owner was worth it if she was protected from harm. “Damn straight,” He nodded, glancing up only for a moment to acknowledge Mon once more. A deep part of him was pained that the only other being that shared his home planet was also heir to the throne that kept his family enslaved for so long, while a more shallow part wanted to scream, yell, and throw down with his fellow daxamite for the things he endured. Neither were productive toward his end goal, so hostile neutrality was decided upon. “Tip your waiters and barkeeps, hmm?” Setting the last glass on the shelf, Rok draped the towel over his shoulder and broke the stare in order to finish inventory.

[rokalofdaxam]

Saved. — self para inspired by prompt #1

Camille’s little apartment was empty, an odd sight for this time of the night. He’d locked the bar up for the night and headed straight home, wanting nothing more than to be near the person who was home to the Daxamite without a physical place to call home. Though, upon arrival he was sorely disappointed to find himself alone the the apartment, the chaos of the surrounding units like radio static in his ears. 

Shit, now what am I supposed to do? Sit with my own thoughts? Rok signed silently to himself, hands moving seamlessly in front of him as he walked deeper into the apartment. If he didn’t have to use English, he wasn’t going to. Flipping on the overhead light, his eye caught sight of the workstation that Camille was so often found at. Near it, sat her well-loved copy of “The Great Gatsby”, bringing a rare smile to Rok’s features.

“No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.” The words rolled easily off her tongue as Rok listened silently. The words struck him, and his hand covered hers, taking the book into his own hands. “It’s my favorite book. I could read it over and over,” Camille smiled at the mute Daxamite as he thumbed through the pages. He could feel her eyes, watching his face as he soaked it in, until his own eyes met hers. There they sat, side-by-side, locked in a gaze that went soul-deep. Safe. Camille signed across her chest, and for the first time, he truly felt it. “Safe,” his hoarse voice cracked, and his hand mirrored the sign as he spoke for the first time in years.

He reached for the book, his fingers running across the binding before catching on a photo that was being used as a bookmark. 

A rare photo he’d never seen, taken in secret on one of their many nights spent stargazing. She must have worked hard to get the exposure just right, the city lights behind the pair paving way for a clear silhouette. Lips locked in a sweet kiss, Rok was wholly unsure how the moment was captured as they were enraptured with one another.

Of all the individuals, Camille was the one to find him, to save him. Save him from his tortured past, his wounded heart, the unquenchable inferno that was his anger, and most importantly, saving him from himself.

[rokalofdaxam]

ravager-rosie​:

Once he directed her aimless search, she skipped over to the register, taking another swig of the bottle before before crouching down and shifting through the papers before pulling out a worn deck of cards. Rose hummed to herself as she held the bottle in the crook of her elbow, beginning to deal out the cards onto the cleanest part of the bar top. “Do you need any help with your plans?”

Climbing back over the bar, she planted her feet firmly on the ground and swiveled to face him with a mischievous grin on her face. “Drinking games of course. King’s cup or strip poker…there’s plenty of options that are more interesting.” She tapped on the cards and quirked an eyebrow in his direction. “Have you ever played?”

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, seriously considering letting Rose in on the beginning stages of his plans. Informing her of his ‘allergy’ to lead could leave doors open for her to connect the dots to the first time she met his real self. Though, he knew Camille wouldn’t let him near lead, and Anya might actually kill him. Rose was his best bet at getting past this roadblock that literally threatened his life. “Actually, you might be able to help. Let’s see how the night goes, and maybe you can convince me to show my hand.”

Sitting backward in a chair, Rok crossed his arms before leaning on the wooden back of the chair. “I can’t say I’ve ever played games whilst drinking. I usually drink the strong shit and just ride that buzz through the night.” The daxamite tried to wrap his head around what she was saying, pairing alcohol and card games together into something that seemed much more entertaining than simply drinking with pleasant company. “But I’m down if you are. What are the rules?”

[rokalofdaxam]

fxreignprince​:

That kind of opinion was always confusing to him, he didn’t understand why anyone would think like that, but that was expected when he didn’t think like them, his mind didn’t really work the same way, so of course that he wouldn’t understand them, “I don’t agree, but each their own,” he didn’t think there was any point in continuing to argue about it, because he doubted either one would change their mind, so it was a pointless conversation. They would just continue to walk in circles.

He couldn’t exactly tell him why he was there, because it was for a mission, he was undercover, it was why he went as Mike and not Valor, so he would have to lie, “I’m here to meet someone,” it was a half lie, but some of it was true, he was waiting for the suspect to show up, “He’s a friend of mine.”

He swirled the amber liquid within his glass, watching as it rounded the inside of the glass. To each their own. So many times he’d listened to that phrase roll off others’ tongues in regards to how he held himself, whether that was as Rok-al or as Hugh. There were never really any words he had to counteract or throw back, but rather he let the words roll off his back. "This friend of yours might be shadier than you think, you might think again about retaining that friendship. You don’t really seem the type to roll with the crowd that typically comes ‘round these parts.” Rok swallowed the remaining liquid in his glass in one gulp, his face twisting for a moment as it burned his throat. “Jus’ don’t go thinkin’ you’re gonna get any discount on drinks or nothin’ just ‘cause we’re from the same place.”

[rokalofdaxam]

ravager-rosie​:

Rose stared down at the amber liquid as if it had been the thing that wronged her before taking another long swig from the bottle. She screwed her eyes shut as it burned going down, letting it wash away the resentment and anger she had been holding onto. Well, maybe not wash away but at least drown them for the night. “Yes, you’ve got yourself some company for the night.”

She cut her eyes to him with a look as he teased her. Placing her thumb over the mouth of the bottle as a temporary cap, she swung it around as she began to look around the shelves behind the counter. “Does this place have any cards? We could make this more interesting….” glancing over her shoulder, she paused at his resolution of sorts. “Yeah? What sort of big plans?”

The aching burn that accompanied the whiskey was doing very little to allow him to reach the state of inebriation that he so desired after a long shift of listening to patrons drone on and on about who knows what. Rok made a mental note to persuade Camille to concoct some Daxam-strength booze for him in the near future. “Nice,” he replied in a drawn out hiss, the sound only stopping for him to tilt the bottle to his lips before swallowing several mouthfuls of the amber liquid.

His grin widened at the look shot his way, a warm feeling in his core at the simple camaraderie shared between them. “Cards? Uh, yeah. I think there are some on the shelf under the register.” He waved his empty hand in the air, as if batting away her question. “They’re just plans, right now. Nothing to get excited about. ‘Sides, I have to prepare before I can even think about finalizing anything.” Prepare, as in subjecting himself to some sort of minor exposure to lead, in hopes that his reaction might lessen with time. It was a pipedream, really, but if it meant he wouldn’t be vulnerable on the street, he’d suffer through it all.  

“Wait, what do you mean, more interesting?” Rok was genuinely curious, truly unsure how cards could make their night any more interesting than it already had been. “We’ve got booze, a jukebox, and each other. How much more interesting can it get?”

[rokalofdaxam]

anyaxthewolf​:

✘

The disgusted scoff that huffed past Anya’s lips was soaked in mock offense. “I did not try to kill you?” she defended, her expression twisted in indignation. “I was trying to assess your strength. Not impressed, by the way” she happily confessed in a sing song tone. “You’re so sensitive. If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead” her shoulders lifted in a confident shrug. “очень просто, very easy” 

“But the little bird would be very unhappy with me, so I refrain” she sank her hands into the deep pockets of her fur coat casually, as if she didn’t just admit the only thing keep her from seriously attempting to kill him was the dark haired waitress they both cared for. “By all means, please do enter the warehouse with all your super strength and absolutely no knowledge about what’s inside. Without my direction, onward Roscoe” she encouraged. “If you get yourself killed then she cannot be angry with me” 

Rok rolled his eyes at Anya’s mockery. “Pick your jaw up off the floor and stop fucking around, Anna. You’re lying through your teeth and that doesn’t bode well for you.” Despite being a living lie each and everyday under the guise of his Hugh Montgomery, human bartender and owner of Oaken’s Irish Pub, Rok wasn’t a fan of liars, especially when sarcasm was thrown into the mix. That was one of many things he was still grasping, even after several years being surrounded by humans. Each person’s inflection was different, and it wasn’t always easy to point out, much to his dismay.

“I can so easily get her to turn on you, and you wouldn’t know what hit you.” He’d watched each day as Camille stored her small sample of lead in a protective case, tucked away from prying eyes. Rok could expose himself to the substance his body revolted so abhorrently against and use one of Anya’s many switchblades to carve into his own side, just to be found when Camille arrived home. Easily blamed on the assassin, he’d have Camille all to himself once more. Though, that was a last and final resort, only to be used if there was no other way to rid themselves of the woman. Manipulation was a messy, messy game, and he loved and adored Camille far too much to subject her to that for no reason other than pettiness. 

“You’re getting us off track, stay focused.” His voice dropped low, nearly a growl at the purposeful mockery of his name. Tilting his ear toward the building, Rok honed his hearing to count the number of thugs inside before scanning the building with his x-ray vision. “I know plenty of what’s inside. There’s a group of four playing poker at a card table about . . . 10 yards from the south entrance, another two with automatics strapped to their chests patrolling the immediate perimeter. Now, by all means, remind me about how little knowledge I have about the place? You hadn’t even gathered that there were patrols yet, Anna dear.” His voice was filled with mockery, his face twisted in an annoyed smile. “But by all means, you first.”

[rokalofdaxam]

fxreignprince​:

“No, it’s not, embracing our mistakes would only make things worse, we can’t just accept we screwed up, we have to fix it by not making them again,” he pointed out, he worked hard to change himself. It wasn’t an easy task, but he was glad that he did it, because he was a better person now after that, “There is always something to fix, because no one is perfect, everyone has flaws, and the moment a person realizes that, it’s when they can start to work on them and on changing themselves,” he was glad that he was able to have his eyes open when he met his friends, they made him see that his actions were wrong.

“I didn’t know who was the owner.”

He rolled his eyes, the positive, optimistic attitude starting to get under his skin with each passing moment. It seemed like every corner he turned, there was another chipper, do-gooder that tried to change his outlook on life, only to turn the dial in the opposite direction. “Or, there is always something to fuck up. A relationship, a person, a storefront... Doesn’t seem to stop anyone, does it?” He tried to walk the good path once, he tried to stay on the right side of the law, but it only served to leave him with a lifetime of trauma. “Sometimes what’s broken should stay broken.”  Rok tilted his glass to his lips once more, the amber liquid burning sweetly on his tongue before leaving a fiery trail down his throat.

He shrugged, raising a brow. “It’s not like you could have known, ownership just changed in the last month or so. That still doesn’t answer my question. Of all the bars in town, why choose this one? It’s not really a place for do-gooders like you.”

[startersforall]

→ BE MY VALENTINE!

prompts to celebrate valentine’s day, with options for romantic or platonic. even the enemies can have some valentine’s fun.  ‘my muse’ meaning receiver’s muse! can also reverse if you’d like. 

🌷 to kiss my muse

💖 to confess attraction to my muse 

🍫 to give my muse a box of chocolates

🌹 to give my muse flowers

🧸 to give my muse a giant teddy bear

🍷 to invite my muse to dinner 

✨ to go stargazing with my muse

☕ for our muses to have coffee together

🌈 for our muses to dance together

🌼 for my muse to compliment your muse

🥀 for my muse to confess a secret

🍒 for your muse to tie a cherry stem with their tongue

🦢 for my muse to talk about someone they love 

🔪 for my muse to threaten your muse 

🖤 for my muse to reject your muse

                                                            — ♥ —

“Be my valentine?”

“Would you be so kind as to fall in love with me?”

“Darling, you’re the one I want.”

“This is no time for confessing.“

“You know, darling, you bring out the worst in me.”

“If you’re free tonight, maybe we could spend some time together.”

“I know I’ve kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?”

“I hate Valentine’s Day.” 

“I love you— ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

“You have my whole heart.”

“I hope I never lose you.”

“All the good in me is because of you.“

“If I could give you the moon, I would.”

“Eat your heart out.”

“We both have our rabid hearts.”

“I thought maybe we would kiss tonight.”

“You’re not the person I wanted to see today.”

“I love everybody because I love you.” 

“Do you want company?”

“Nobody fucks me like me.”

“Can we always be this close?”

“Please don’t say you love me.”

“I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden.” 

[rokalofdaxam]

Rok-al/Hugh  ||  Barry  ||  Clark ||  Tommy  ||  Mark  ||  Bruce  || Perenna

[the-iron-orchid]

Love Is In The Air?

Nothing says ❤ like a silly ask game! Send in one of the following emojis (or numbers if emojis don’t work for you), and my muse will react…

Giving to my muse:

💟➡ to give a silly Valentine’s card

💝➡ to give a box of chocolates

🌹➡ to give a bouquet of flowers

💎➡ to give a piece of jewelry

🎁➡  to give a gift of your choosing

💞➡ to give a hug

🙌🏻➡ to give a compliment

😚➡ to give a friendly kiss

💋➡ to give a passionate kiss

💌➡ to give a love letter

📅➡ to ask out on a date

🍓➡ to feed my muse fresh chocolate-dipped strawberries

👀➡ to give a longing glance from across a crowded room

🤝🏻➡ to give a Period-Drama Hand Touch™

✋🏻➡ to give a kiss on the back of the hand

💃🏻➡ to ask for a dance

🥺➡ to flirt shyly

😍➡ to flirt boldly

🍑➡ to give a pinch on the bottom

🛌🏻➡ to ask my muse to bed

Receiving from my muse:

⬅💟 to receive a silly Valentine’s card

⬅💝 to receive a box of chocolates

⬅🌹 to receive a bouquet of flowers

⬅💎 to receive a piece of jewelry

⬅🎁 to receive a gift

⬅💞 to receive a hug

⬅🙌🏻 to receive a compliment

⬅😚 to receive a friendly kiss

⬅💋 to receive a passionate kiss

⬅💌 to receive a love letter

⬅📅 to be asked out on a date

⬅🍓 to be fed fresh chocolate-dipped strawberries

⬅👀 to receive a longing glance from across a crowded room

⬅🤝🏻 to receive a Period-Drama Hand Touch™

⬅✋🏻 to receive a kiss on the back of the hand

⬅💃🏻 to be asked to dance

⬅🥺 to be flirted with shyly

⬅😍 to be flirted with boldly

⬅🍑 to receive a pinch on the bottom

⬅🛌🏻 to be asked to bed

[rokalofdaxam]

Rok-al/Hugh  ||  Barry  ||  Clark ||  Tommy  ||  Mark  ||  Bruce  || Perenna