You ordered well - They brought you medium-rare, You were promised fair, And in response a clap of thunder broke the air, The weather changed, the sky went black, And then it rained.
It may take an ocean of whiskey and time To wash all of the let-down out of your mind, And this may not be the item you selected, But I am the answer to all your prayers.
Another DarkStache moodboard, this time for one of @smiledog15578‘s AUs from his ship blog that I immediately fell in love with! I really adore the concept of this dynamic and the potential meet-silly scenarios. I keep imagining Wilford going to buy flowers for the funeral home, and Dark thinking every time he comes in “God this man smells like corpse fluid.” So one day they snarkily says “I have to ask, where do you get your perfume. Absolutely pungent.” To which Wilford cheerfully responds “I dab a bit of rotten goo behind my ear every morning!” Dark is instantly so fascinated and horrified that they fall in love.