#coolgreenleaves

[masochistic-tendenci3s-blog]

✉ "You need to sleep." (-coolgreenleaves)

@coolgreenleaves[ Prompt can be found here: x ]

There was work that needed to be done. His mind wasswimming, spinning, the room spinning along with it. But with a bit more tea,and maybe some food, he’d be good to go! At least, that was his method ofthinking as he sat up. But when a gentle hand pressed insistently upon hischest, it made the Doctor-, no, he couldn’t call himself that anymore. Fugitive-much better- frown.

“Mayla, dorogoy,you know I have to go. Mazlinka needs herbs, and I can’t risk you being found here with me.”

Julian all but pleaded, whiskey hues full of remorseas he tried- and failed- to push up against her hand. Since when had she gottenso strong? Frown slipping into a pout, he all but collapsed down upon the bed,a brow raising as an idea filled his mind. Mischief danced across his face aspale, nimble fingers encircled her wrist.

“Unless you plan on joining me in this bed? I believe that is the only way I will remain within, lyubovnik.”

[Translation: Dorogoy: darlingLyubovnik: Lover]

[driptgold]

"You're different than I expected, my Lord." The brunette magician tilts her head. "Not in a bad way, just... different." (-coolgreenleaves)

unprompted / accepting.

      ‘ what’d you EXPECT ? ’

HE SCOFFS, glancing over his shoulder. ‘ some nobody off the street ? wearing something hideous like that ? ’ pointedly, he looks her over from head to toe. ‘ where’d you get your clothes. get someone to bring you something suitable next time. ’

next time, when he isn’t preoccupied with a camio that is devouring his breakfast. ( as soon as the cockatoo polishes off a piece of fruit, he’s reaching for the next — no matter if his father’s fingers are in the way. ) perhaps next time, this upstart magician will have learned some manners — she’s not being paid to critique him.

different. the fuck does that even mean. / @coolgreenleaves  

[iaculus-venus-blog]

"You're not going to kill me?" - coolgreenleaves

@coolgreenleaves[ prompt from here x]

“Kill you?”

Nargis asked,surprise evident on her face. Slowly, she removed the dagger, brows furrowingin confusion. Sure, the sight of the dagger could startle anyone; obsidianblade, hilt of irovory and carved into a mimicry of a skull. But the pettytheft hardly called for her to kill. No,spilling blood was reserved for the men who stared too long, whose handswandered too much. Sitting back on her knees over the poor girl she porbablyscared more than she meant, she shook her head,

“I’m not going tokill you- scare you, yes.I don’t take kindly to having jewelry I made takenwithout being bought, first.”

With quick, nimblefingers, she pulled the necklace out of the girl’s pocket, jade hues narrowing.

“If you’re gonnaswipe something, be more discrete next time. Immediately running after visitingmy booth is a dead giveaway… You don’t steal often, do you? You don’t look like you need to, either.”

[masochistic-tendenci3s-blog]

❣ The back of his left hand - coolgreenleaves (idk if these are meant to be giving or receiving but lemme smooch the mark XD)

[ This turned out sO FUCKING CUTE I D I E D.prompt found here [x]@coolgreenleaves

The tattoo served as a constant reminder of the sin he had committed. Forever branded as a murderer, the one who killed Count Lucio; it was a heavy burden to bear. He can till remember the pain of that night, receiving the damning mark. The way the needle pierced the skin over and over, opening it up, allowing the ink to seep into the wound, to settle beneath his skin. It sent a chill through him, even now. Julian wore the gloves to cover that sin. However, considering they were alone, he’d removed them- more so due to the fact that there were absolutely sopping wet. He’d settled before the fire in Mazelinka’s little hut, staring into the flames, when gentle, soft fingers had grasped his hand. Thinking nothing of it, he simply let a small smile curl the corners of his lips. Though, that smile quickly turned to an open-mouthed gape, cheeks burning, at the feeling of lips caressing the mark so tenderly. Swallowing harshly, he looked over at Malya, feeling his heart skip a beat (that couldn’t be healthy), as she pulled away from his hand.“Dorogaya, ty-,” he stumbled over his words, shaking his head. “You don’t have to do that, Malya.”[Translation: Darling, you-]