#harpetor

[extraplanaire-blog]

❤️ love me

i will love u...

ur so dedicated u put so much Effort into things its rly admirable;;;;;; ur so intent on making everything look nice and making sure its well written which is very impressive to someone like me ahah. im impressed by ur determination. im also v happy ur taking care of yourself i think youre doing great (*´ ︶ `*) like yeah my compliment for u is u try very hard its amazin ad ur a very nice person ur a good bean....a good bean and my fav john, a true blessing...

[falsethrone-blog]

                    ❛   ———   but crowley-kun has no license  ?  you can’t drive.   ❜   yet nor did ferid  ,  a small detail he’s going to choose to ignore.   /   @harpetor  (  starter call  )

[falsethrone-blog]

❛   i am a single mom now.   ❜   ://

[falsethrone-blog]

Brows furrow and touches are surprisingly gentle as the pad of his thumb brushes over the other's cheek, digits then moving to card through cascading tresses. He doesn't bare his typical grin, but rather a more thoughtful expression as he's silent the whole time, gaze never leaving Ferid.

                    his touch is abrupt  ,  unwarranted.  eyes flicker to the thumb that ghosts over cheek  &  lips twitch upward with a mirth hum.  ferid’s sight is brought to the man before him when fingers move run through hair  &  there it lingers  ,  his look expectant  ,  demanding of an explanation he doesn’t need because the vampire knows well enough what this is.  (  infatuation which still burns so many centuries later.  that flame would never go out.  )  a sense of smugness pulls through chest  ,  complacency climbing up the back of his throat as a hand reaches to rest atop crowley’s own in his hair  &  condescending smile parts.   ❛   crowley-kun  ,  it’s unbecoming to act like a dog in need of it’s owner’s attention.   ❜

@harpetor

[falsethrone-blog]

sticks leggy out @

                    ❛   ahah  ,  crowley-kun  ,  did you shave your leg  ?   ❜

[falsethrone-blog]

"Am I ever getting my shirt back?"

                    ❛   hm   ———   it’s mine  ,  though  ?   ❜   a glance is spared in the direction of the man who’s clearly been mistaken.  it might have belonged to him  ,  formerly  ,  obvious in the way the garment hangs loose around ferid’s frame.  but what is crowley’s is his  ,  for crowley is his  ,  &  ferid takes great pleasure in displaying that to others.  (  no  ,  crowley would not be getting it back any time soon.  )  eyes lower to the shirt cascading off shoulders  ,  a drawling hum falls from that smirk pulled taut across face as hands smooth down material.   ❛   do i look good  ,  crowley-kun  ?   ❜