#callmehb

[alone-with-company]

@call-me-hb {continued from the ask} "Do not worry, there would be no such mark. It will remain in perfect condition." His hands gently caressed the cover of the book like it was a gentle child, humming as he looked at her. Stepping forward, his finger hooked under her chin. "Those people are very wonderful, but you are even more so for bringing it to me."

[xgentlechaosx-blog]

Elements - closed

@call-me-hb He was out of his element- quite literally- as he stood in the small boutique. Tien was his only nephew and while usually Damon would simply send money or a craft he'd lost track of his time and with three days before his birthday he had no time left. So here he was, ducking his head to get through the door and feeling every eye in the place on him. He takes a moment to look around before approaching a worker. "Could you point me in the direction of your scarves or earrings?" He really had no idea what to get but those seemed like good enough places to begin.

[iwasking-blog]

@call-me-hb "I think we'll need more wine...."

[alone-with-company]

Now Here We Are

@call-me-hb "I did sleep very well, it was quite lovely to share such a warm bed." His skin twitches gently under her smooth fingers as they play about his freckled skin, his narrowed eyes watching her form, examining her. Ginger curls were splayed about the pillow his head rested on and caught fire in the sunlight that glinted upon them; thighs twitch as she is idle with her motions, though all the same pleasing in his mind as he did not mind this interaction of hers. Although that devilish grin of hers said something else, the spark in her person already awake and moving about, just waiting to come out.

[alone-with-company]

@call-me-hb (Oh boy how fun) -- It had been awhile since he had delved deep into memories hidden away in his mind, those that he dare not look back upon as a hand clenched slightly at the sheets. His body twitches as he restlessly moves in bed, a sweat appearing over his forehead as the memories darkened into ink. And he could feel the ripping inside of him, the tearing of what felt like organs and the sound of a voice he dare not want to hear again. His body felt pinned down, unable to move as fingers crept through his hair and sharply moved him back, a hand tight around his throat. Of course he couldn't get away! He was a child! So a scream left him, in hopes someone in the inked darkness of his mind could be heard.

[alone-with-company]

Ginger Locks

@call-me-hb (For some reason the notification didn't pop up? And I couldn't trim, so here we are) --- An eyebrow arched at her comment, a laugh leaving him as she really had no idea what that phrase exactly meant to him. But of course he wouldn't bite too hard, no, that would be a little suspicious of him, and besides, this was supposed to be a good thing. An enjoyable time so long as things went as he thought. Humming gently, he pushed the door closed as they entered into the private room where he then cast her another smile. "Tell me, have you ever done this before? You're riddled with nerves."