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Memory : Reminders of a dream, experiences featuring joy, pain, happiness and fear. They all coalesce into the present and navigate our future. This convergence is consciousness's twilight where vermilion hues ebb to darkness. #Muninn #DimensionalDrift #scarletblak https://www.instagram.com/p/CmoeBVIr0op/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
how upset would you all be if i dropped your drafts and made something new (i mean there's like two i feel obligated to keep doing but otherwise)
i am butts and can't do anything right sorry
"Sweet dreams!"
Sarkis lifts his head from the pillow, groggily squinting as the door shuts to a sliver of light, then clicks closed entirely to leave him in the dark. He doesn't think to protest, drunkenly wailing a garbled goodnight in return, and drops his head down again to immediately conk out.
In the morning, he'll find that Christopher was kind enough to drag him home and help drop him on his bed. What a gentleman.
“I like when you smile.”
Yeah, well. Don't get used to it.
Christopher probably could get used to it - he finds himself smiling on accident around the the captain quite often. Sarkis forces the smile off his face, biting his lip and huffing before his expression falls blank. The second Christopher turns away though, he's smiling again.
"oops!"
14. Your character walking in on mine in the middle of a mental breakdown.
Get /out/!
Sarkis throws the nearest thing to him - a pillow, at least - and aims for the open door, missing by miles. He runs his hand through his hair, slumping forward until his head is between his knees, and mutters something incomprehensible about something "awful and disgusting". Then he bites his own knuckle, screaming into it as he bites hard enough to bleed.
Christopher comes to stand closer to him and he looks up, a little desperate, a little hysterical, and this time begs.
Please, please leave.
♠ //huehuehue
Send me a ♠ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours masturbating.
Sarkis's breath hitches the second he lays eyes on Christopher, unabashedly eyeing every bit of skin. A tint of pink colors his cheeks, but he remains otherwise collected, even licking his lips a little. He all but purrs, leaning against the doorframe.
Captain, really? Not even a modicum of shame?
What an asshole, barging in unannounced.
"I think I’m falling in love with you. "
Cute, Christopher. But I'm sure you're not. No one's fallen in love with me for a very long time.
‘i want the k’
19: Forceful Kiss
Neither of them seem terribly sure when it starts, but suddenly Sarkis has Christopher by the back of his head and Christopher has at least one hand at his hip and the pair of them are kissing like it's the end of the world.
Sarkis scowls against Chris's lips, breaking for a breath and using that same breath to hiss at him. There's a sharpness to his glare, softened only by the wary shifting of his eyes as he looks over the other's expression.
We're not going to talk about me anymore, okay? If I'm going to say something about me, I'll do it without being asked. Stop being so fucking curious.
He yanks the captain into another bruising kiss almost before he's finished, other hand fisting in his shirt to keep him from separating.
