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☠:how my muse would choose to die, if it were up to them
“Shit. That’s a pretty deep question. Uh, I guess I’d die really old. In my bed, at home, with my wife there. My brother, too. Kids, grandkids, dogs. The whole nine yards. I’d want to be like, 100 before I died. I guess dying in my sleep would be ideal. Not a lot of pain. Just going to sleep one last time, y’know? Surrounded by the people I love.”
▼ kissing them (BECAUSE WHY NOT. also how can you not kiss rami malek i mean come on)
Rafael had been drinking lately. A lot. Everyone in Ephesus had left, aside from a few employees. He’d been sitting in a booth with Erin for the last few hours. He’d been flirting with her absentmindedly, not expecting it to go anywhere.
But then she kissed him. He’d said something suggestively. That much he could remember. Had he dared her? Fuck, he couldn’t even remember that. He rested a hand on the side of her neck, pulling her closer. Would he regret this when he was sober? He couldn’t think straight.
“Hey, wanna go somewhere?” He asked as his lips brushed against hers.
