Sep 19, 2017
text | afzal
yari: do you know how easy it is to smuggle alcohol into this place?
yari: i would invite you but i hate your guts.
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text | afzal
yari: do you know how easy it is to smuggle alcohol into this place?
yari: i would invite you but i hate your guts.
text | Cчастье
yari: how can you stand this stupid holiday
yari: it's so obnoxious
yari: and loud.
@fromdemons
He hadn’t even remembered falling asleep, truthfully. One moment his focus was on the movie and the next he found his head in the younger’s lap. Groggy, he managed to sit up and rub his eyes, resembling a child more than a grown adult. “I guess it was boring,” he mused, although that wasn’t entirely true. He’d become comfortable, relishing in the warmth that came with being pressed up against the assassin, even in just an intimate way. Sighing, he shifted to stretch his legs out, letting out a yawn. “I should work on those papers.”
@fromdemons
“This is stupid.” Yari had found himself at the assassin’s side simply by chance, of course. It’s not like he purposefully sought out the comfort of Afzal’s company. That was ridiculous. Both of them just happened to enjoy standing on the outskirts of social gatherings that they begrudgingly attended. “Who organized this shit show, anyway?”
@fromdemons
The moment the other answered the door, Yari was immediately connecting their lips. No words, no lead up, nothing. He made a point of making sure no one was in the hallway before he’d even knocked, and part of him hoped no one was coming along behind them. “Go. Now.” he muttered, only barely pulling away as he pushed at the other’s chest, trying to get the both of them to the safety of Afzal’s room.
@fromdemons
He’d been purposely avoiding him since their semi-blowout. He’d been avoiding most people since Nadya had broken his wrist. He kept his head down in the hallways, only came out to go to class and tutoring. But he knew the moment would come when the confrontation was unavoidable, and here it was. Clearing his throat, Yari crossed his arms, purposefully trying to hide his cast. His voice was cold and stoic. “Afzal.”