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I ain’t even salty Mommy
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griimcire replied to your post:@griimcire kid.
I ain’t even salty Mommy
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“IT’S to remind us that our days on this world are numbered... and that the numbers are not that big.” And Alberich nickered underneath him, unsettled by the grim tone in Xander’s voice; but he could not have helped it if he wished. The sight before him was a grisly one, but not, however, one that he was unused to. ( and it would have been beneath him to flinch at it, strong as he had to be before it -- for Nohr, for his own sake, for the sake of his father’s wishes. )
▲ Gimme that sweet opinion on Foleo discourse, ya' know the one
my opinion...i’m indifferent about it.i can grasp and understand both sides, but my own views... a person is a person whether they’re purple with green polka dots or have five heads, has glasses or notso if someone says to address them a certain way,i’ll continually associate them that way and only that person alone, not duplicates
@griimcire. ❤
Both hands cup her cheeks, elbows propped upon the table in front of her. She speaks with wide eyes and concern underneath the affected helpless lilt to her voice: “You know, I just think I’m missing something.”
Missing whatever streak of madness makes him tick, perhaps-- but there’s a genius to the confidence he oozes. Even if his words are puzzling, he commands attention, and more than worth studying and humoring for that reason alone.
“Are you sure you didn’t miss a step somewhere, oh wise and terrible Professor?”
griimcire replied to your post:�� I crave Death
Congrats, I’m dead and you killed me
{ VENGEANCE IS MINE for that other death ask }
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“-Odin, it’s our night off and since I’m feeling just generous enough to explore our burgeoning mutual tolerance, I’m extending an invitation to join me at the tavern. I’ll even consider buying you a drink.”
Are you still doin' kisses. I want one.
[ Kiss the Niles ][ @griimcire ]
Stress is gnawing at Niles like a physical creature, muddying his thoughts and inspiring twitches, fidgeting, tapping of the fingers - he’s only this restless when he’s struggling. Arms are folded tightly across his chest, nails biting into palms like it might reduce the sensation, like the stabs of pain might ease it-Odin’s talking, something about Leo, which means Niles needs to be paying attention, but his mind runs away with him and he finds that he cannot comprehend the sentences as a whole.Nightmares are the cause, of course. Several night’s worth, interrupting much-needed rest and unbalancing his whole system. He’s meticulous about his routine and it’s in shambles.Niles drags a hand through his hair and mutters, “Be a good boy and write all of that down for me, hm? I believe I need to... nap...” It’s hard to admit. It feels like a weakness. It makes his stomach clench and his head ache. His one good eye focuses on Odin, checking for judgment, and Niles is so tired that his fellow retainer blurs a little. It’s disconcerting how he can’t decide if that faint glow around him is an exhausted hallucination or just Odin.Niles hears that kisses reduce stress.He doesn’t know why the thought comes to him. It’s just idle gossip he happened to overhear once. Odin is gorgeous and kisses reduce stress.“Come closer, will you...? Just for a second. I’ll make it worth your while,” Niles murmurs, clumsy in his flirtation and slow when he reaches for Odin. The first kiss hits the corner of his mouth; Niles grumbles and aims again. Just a quick kiss. Melt my stress away.Lips graze, skim, touch. Warmth blooms. Niles makes a soft, satisfied sound-And flops down onto his bed to sleep.
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“Ophelia didn’t tell you? We don’t serve cups of Fallen Stars or Maiden’s Tears- or whatever form of fluffery you’ve concocted today. I make coffee and tea. Pick one.”