#ichoriisms

[femavyx-blog]

Drapes himself over his boyfriend’s lap, his favorite blanket wrapped around his small body. No, he doesn’t want cuddles, he just needs a place to rest and take a peaceful nap. Don’t disturb the petite boy.

@ichoriisms

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>> @ichoriisms

>> Benevolent sat at his desk, computer flashing, and dinging. Though, his eyes were focused across the room, zeroed in on a simple black box burning a hole in the counter. 

Months ago, when a specific blonde haired male had left his tie in Benevolents home, the first thing he had done was throw it in the garbage. He didn't want other people's stuff in his house, especially not Claytons. The hacker typically was indifferent to such things, though for some reason, there had been a gnawing feeling in his gut after the act. Guilt. 

Next thing the hacker knew, he was standing in some high-end shop downtown, trying to decide between three, rather expensive, ties. He was rather out of place, and suspicious glances were continuously thrown his way. Annoyed, Benevolent eventually figured, it was his money, so why would he spend it on something he didn't like? So in the end, he picked out the fabric that was his personal favorite, paid for it, wrapped it, and pushed it to the side. For a month and a half.

Now it was days before Christmas, and all the Internet ads about giving reminded him he had for gotten to give Clayton the new tie.

He reached toward his phone to text the other, but his arm froze mid air. He really couldn't do this. Give Clayton a gift? Clearly the man hadn't even cared about his tie if he had never attempted to retrieve it. Surely, he had plenty of ties. Besides, It was rather close to Christmas, and surely Clayton was busy with family and friends. And what was he supposed to do? Invite the fucker to dinner, and give him a present? The thought made Benevolent feel ill. Excuses.

But now, days after the holiday, Benevolent still hadn't even attempted to make contact with Clayton, and he still wasn't convinced he should. But the gnawing came back, and with severe hesitance, Benevolent had finally sent the text. 

>> [Text] : Meet me at my house.

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remember that time lizzie kissed clayton and edan flipped shit

[lxbero]

ichoriisms replied to your post:ichoriisms replied to your post: my lipstick be...

YOU AREN’T THAT FAR I CAN COME FIND YOU (when i get paid agian which is in a month lmao )

YOOOO! I WILL WAIT FOR YOU ! 

[lxbero]

ichoriisms replied to your post: my lipstick be poppin ❤ ❤

COME MARRY ME YOU ARE SO PRETTY

aint wearing no ring on this finger, babe. so if u want me come and get me ;))

[lxbero]

cuuuuuuuute ~~~ uwu

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Fool’s Gold (An August 2014 Thread)

ichoriisms

Taking in another deep breath, Sochi saved the journal entry he’d typed into his phone and responded to his boyfriend’s text message before turning off the device and slipping it into his duffel bag before joining the other models near the doors.

Everyone was dressed similarly, gold makeup painted on the lips and eyes and gold body glitter coating every visible piece of skin.  Considering the short tunic that barely covered his upper thigh and wrapped around only one shoulder, there was more skin than he was comfortable showing.

Normally it didn’t bother him, but for some reason, it felt far more uncomfortable than any other modeling job he’d had.  It was acting, he knew that, but having to be so close and personal with both the guests and the other models had already amped up his anxiety level.  Still, if he could say of himself one thing, Sochi was a performer, and no matter how uncomfortable the stage, the show would go on.

“Remember.  You are all beautiful Grecian gods!  Stand still as statues unless a patron wishes to address you.  Represent your host well!”  The woman from Sochi’s modeling agency barked at all of the other men in the prep area. 

Taking another deep breath, Sochi put on his most charming smile.  He opened the door and, stepping out into the outdoor gala venue walked amongst the people beginning to trickle into the party to find the column he would stand on during the start of the event.  Careful to take the air of the ethereal deity he was supposed to represent, he squashed down the discomfort, lifted himself onto the marble, and posed in such a way that would show off every curve and muscle.

This is just acting.  Just another job.  That’s all.  Sochi reassured himself as he focused on remaining as calm, poised, and regal as possible.