#flowerdsouls.

[malicieuses]

He was staring again, and he knew he was. He just didn’t care, and there was no reason for him. If a man wanted to stare at his husband in his own home, he damn well should. Creepy be damned, or maybe it was because sketch book currently occupied his lap, and he was a mess of charcoal dust and lazy Sunday concentration. The corner of an unsure grin was obvious, knowing he had been caught in the act. “Don’t look at me like that.”  He mentioned. “It’s distracting.” Head dipped down before temptation could be indulged, or so he liked to think. @flowerdsouls​

[malicieuses]

“I’ll play you for it.” The words were repeated with a blink that made it all seem so fucking innocent, sin should have struck him down right then and there. Granted, the majority of their interactions ended up this way, but that didn’t lessen the way that grin fit features. He was cocky, he always would be, and rightfully so, just look at him. The ball was tossed from hand to hand. “Come on, what do you really have to lose?”  He looked at him, eyebrows raised expectantly. He had his clothes to lose, and they both knew that, but Alex seemed dedicated to the charade, at least for now. @flowerdsouls​ 

[malicieuses]

starter call | @flowerdsouls​

“I wouldn’t have came if I had knew, before you start.”  He admits, easily. Most people would have held their punches when it came to delicate interactions with the past, but his always seemed to have a way of living and breathing. Dane Kennedy wasn’t much of a mystery in this regard, because the fact that he didn’t care to hide from the truth they both knew. The one thing he hadn’t shared was the fact that just looking at them brought forth a particular ache that he had learned to bury, typically at the bottom of a bottle. Speaking of which, the one in hand lifted for an almost vulgar swig, before attention rounded back, offered just the corner of what seemed like an exaggerated grin. “They said you weren’t coming.”