#gentleflannel

[iamalwaysagentleman]

“I will always want you.”

"Instead of just wanting me, you could have chosen to be with me." he said bitterly, a hard scowl contorting his features as he tried to mask the still fresh wound he’d left on him since he chose to be with another.

[iamalwaysagentleman]

#gentleflannel#iamalwaysagentleman#killy would totally do this to david

"We can name this one Lemon Drop!"

[genocideandcharm-blog]

#omg can this be david's horse#gentleflannel#killian's horse would be black of course#or no no no no wiat#david and killian's horse have a bb together and this is their lovechild#who killian names marbles

I love how all of Killy's names for things is like what a child would name something lolol

[iamalwaysagentleman]

David sighed as he walked into the bedroom. "Are you still not up?" He made a point to bump the bed with his leg, enough that Killian would feel it, keeping a careful grip on the tray in his hands.

Killian took a sharp, deep intake of breath as he felt something nudge him awake, prying his eyes open to look around for the intruder. Eyes falling on David, he offered sleepy smirk. "'f course. It's a good day to sleep in. Don't know why you're up at this hour." he groaned, turning on his back before he rubbing his eyes to encourage himself to wake up.

[iamalwaysagentleman]

❖

Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours

This talk about sheep and their many uses was getting so dull as to the point Killian could feel himself dozing off. Sure, he understood having pride in one's work and the fruits of one's labor. But honestly, wool was wool. Pulling David by the lining of his vest, his lips caught his fuller pout, drawing him even closer the more he deepened the kiss.

[iamalwaysagentleman]

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Oi, I'm a gentleman! I'd appreciate some manners, thank you!" Killian cried out. Though, the facade of indignation didn't go further than verbal protestations as he pressed David against the wall, lips hovering just over  the unkempt shepherd's mouth. "Next time, a 'please' would be much more appreciated, but I think I can make an exception. Just this once." he breathed, catching David's crisp blue eyes before his lips attached themselves to the fuller pout, nipping playfully at the bottom lip as a tongue ran across to taste the dregs of liquor that still lingered.

[iamalwaysagentleman]

"What are you afraid of?"

"Nothing! I just don't see the need to visit a medic!" Theodore snapped, drawing his cut arm away from David, pressing the bloodstained washcloth against the gash with his hand. It was a nasty cut. The result of, surprisingly, attempting to break up a bar fight. But in spite of how deep he had been cut, he wasn't about to go get stitched up. The further he was from those medical needles, the better, he thought, as a shiver threatened to travel the length of his spine at the mere thought of needing stitches.