#aaronopen

[trustmeimawitch]

Open - Aaron - v; widdershins

     “You know what happened to the last guy that fucked me over?” Aaron leaned in, locking eyes. There was fire in them--almost literally. The normal blue-green of his eyes shone with an orange red glow. There was no humor on his face. He wasn’t joking when he delivered his next words. “There wasn’t enough of him left to fill a fucking ashtray.”

[americanxsin]

open to m

One thing was for sure. Aaron was a bad Mormon. He had been on his mission for three weeks now, and he had spent a week of it nearly camping out a local bakery. He was suppose to deny himself of sweet things, of baked confections, and the pretty dark haired boys that baked them. But here he was, like clockwork, for a cronut and a stare down. He never had the courage to say anything, though. Plus, what would he say? ‘Hello, sir, would you like to hear about Mormonism? I promise I haven’t been staring at your ass for a week.’ didn’t exactly fall of the tongue. So, he sat another day, stealing glances, and eating the bready treat slowly, sectioning it off into tiny nibbles so he could bide his time and watch the boy’s arms flex and relax as he mixed, flour spackled over his features in the most adorable way. What a glorious sight.