#astaresque

[humanfrailty]

@astaresque​

“Val— it’s been TOO LONG!” Eli is all smiles at the sight of his old friend; after all, his schedule has been jam-packed lately and he hasn’t had any time for himself. Running into Val while he’s here in New York just seems like serendipity. “I’m so sorry, I’ve been so busy lately—” Anyone who’s kept up with his schedule lately will know that he isn’t lying. “What are you shoppin’ for?”

[gcldensnflwr]

🎉

Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve!

one  arm  wrapped  around  her  waist  and  the  other  taking  her  chin  within  his  hand,  luca  kissed  valerie.  an  act  so  sweet  and  full  of  love,  he  was  certain  he  could  hear  the  goddess  of  love  sighing  happily  in  his  ear.  what  a  glorious  way  to  ring  in  the  new  year!  the  boy  was  powerless  to  hide  his  excitement  for  all  the  good  yet  to  come. a  smile  bright as  the  sun,  cheeks  flushed with  passion  and  a  gentle laugh  spilling  from  his  lips.  “  happy  new  year  to  you,  my  beautiful,  beautiful  valerie.  finally  we  have  found  each  other  again  in  this  time.  i  am  so  desperately  in  love  with  you.  ”    

[gcldensnflwr]

❝ — you have such pretty eyes. ❞

softer shippy prompts.

as  he  laid  on  his  stomach,  he  tucked  his  arms  in  and  pushed  his  chest  up  to  be  eye  level  with  the  femme.  “  how  is  it  you  know  the  exact  words  to  make  me  weak  every  single  time?”  there  he  goes,  peppering  a  hundred  kisses  all  over  her  face.  there  was  no  denying  valerie  had  bewitched  him  entirely.  body  and  soul,  he  turned  to  mush  in  her  presence.

[gcldensnflwr]

👑 😭 ❤️

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

this is SUCH a good question for luca wow ... i think he would like to remembered as light and a place you could call home. that is, somewhere safe and warm. somebody who, no matter what, you know you can come to him and feel loved, be loveable and forget everything that is weighing on your shoulders, at least while you are together. also, as the sun because luca = the damn sun.

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

personally, i don’t think he necessarily cries very easily but he does feel everything very strongly and loves deeply. so i’d say if somebody he loves were to hurt or be in pain, that would make him tear up. when it comes to his father or any unpleasant emotions though, he is very good at pushing it down & grinning and bearing it, acting like everything is fine instead of feeling it fully and crying if he wanted to.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

without a DOUBT! it is touch. feeling the peace of mind knowing that somebody is there with him, sharing the moment together. luca is forever in the clouds, the sky & in the company of the angels but he is grounded through the sense of touch. after all, it is such an ancient sacrament to be with another && humans were created to fit so perfectly well between their curves :)

[humanfrailty]

@astaresque

“Hey, this is a stupid question, of course, but why are you so bloody tall?” Normally, Harry wouldn’t have the courage to approach strangers and ask them stupid questions like that, but he’s five or six pints in, and he doesn’t give a fuck anymore. He’d needed the liquid courage to get up on the stage and play with the band earlier, although he’s sure they all sounded like shit, him in particular. Good job the punters are too drunk to really know any better. He looks up at the stranger, craning his neck. “Fuck, you are so tall.”

[gcldensnflwr]

a closed starter for the lovely @astaresque !

“  must  you  really leave?  you  know  it  is  awfully  rude to  reward  one’s  generosity  by  departing  so  prematurely.    ” and  after  he  had  prepared  such  a  lovely lunch  for  her.

[cometsdiner]

✦   ;   christmas / winter starter — @astaresque

times like these were always so bittersweet. watching the happy families passing by with their children, admiring all the twinkling lights hung across the streets and quaint pop–up stands as the local christmas festival was in full force. it reminded him how much he would've liked to feel so warm and innocent when he was a kid, able to see the world through red and green tinted glasses. maybe he could feel just a hint of that same holiday cheer . . . if only the band playing wasn't so fucking lame.

they had no sense of rhythm, missing beats and notes. like each person was in their own bubble not caring how messy their performance sounded. ❛❛ jesus christ, where'd they get these guys ? they play like santa fuckin' bashed their head in with a big sack of coal. ❜❜ lucius laughs as he glances towards valerie, exhaling little clouds of tobacco smoke. ❛❛ not tryin' to be cocky, but i could do so much better if i had my guitar. and a half decent singing voice. ❜❜

[redlizardfather]

“ you look so lovely like this, all blushy and breathless. ”

        DOM / DOMME SENTENCE STARTERS

        MUST SHE POINT IT OUT? Bad enough that he's come undone before her, an exposed mess of softness and vulnerability, but must she let him feel the point of her gaze? She must, apparently; it seems she wants to watch him squirm, and squirm he does. Morse is all the more aware of his own breathlessness as he fights to control it now, trying to measure and balance each rise and fall of his chest. It shouldn't be a difficult task, but it is, because he can feel her watching. Not just watching, either, but noticing. His blushing has not escaped her ( and having that pointed out has only made it worse, too, ) so he imagines he's now exposing to her a whole host of tiny details. She can surely see the way he's ever so slightly trembling. The minute unevenness to the ribs beneath his skin, the dip where he'd broken one and it hasn't quite healed correctly. The scars, standing out on skin stretched taut by his reclined position.

        MORSE HAS TO LOOK AWAY. He's hot with embarrassment, flushed pink and unbearably visible to her. He lifts his hands and covers his face, twisting to one side to try and avoid her gaze. Silly, he knows, to be embarrassed now. She's already seen him, seen his blushing and his breathlessness and she thinks they're lovely, apparently, but that doesn't stop something inside Morse coiling up in a terrible kind of nervous shame, threaded through with excitement. You look so lovely like this, she said. Well. Morse doesn't agree, but his treacherous body is desperately affected by the praise anyway. He cannot stand to hear it, and yet he longs for more of it. That, too, is surely spread before her in the way he wavers between furious shame and the height of blissfulness; he’s an awful mess of contradictions, and he is nothing if not at her mercy for that.