#ilingeron

[protectxthem]

Happy birthday!!!!🎈🎁🎊🎂🎉

Thank you!

[leondxs]

"You drooled on my arm, just FYI."

– 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗣 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 !

@ilingeron

❝ I did not-... ❞

The protest came before she'd even finished her sentence, mumbled as he peeled himself from said arm and rubbed a fist into his eye. A fang-filled yawn broke out as he cleared his vision, gaze eventually settling on his beloved's arm. A string of drool still lingered between them, hanging visibly from the thin layer of saliva to his bottom lip.

❝ Oh. ❞

[bettingonhouse]

@ilingeron asked :[ SNOOZE ]: sender drifts off mid-conversation with their face buried in receiver’s neck.

Bobby and Anna were both subject to one of Robert's lecture's. It happened more often then not. Robert had to be smart to someone, and who better than to be smart at his beloveds. However, it was hard to keep up. Bobby is sitting with Anna, both ready for bed and have been for two hours now. One of his arms wrapped around Anna keeping her to his side. Feeling her face bury into his neck as she snuggles closer to him. Bobby's head gently rests against hers. Her legs were in his lap, his one free hand would go back and forth between caressing her legs and taking the cigarette from between his lips to ash in the ashtray over his shoulder behind him in the ashtray that stood tall behind the couch. As this was a favored position for the three.

Robert turns around mid conversation, finally about to ask her another question, he does like to engage. But sometimes he gets swept up in the answers it can take him some time to come back round. But she seems fast asleep in Bobby's embrace. And Booby looked quite tired as well. Dressed in a nice pair of silk pajama set and robe, all green and gold. The arm holding her to him comes up. So his hand can caress her hair down a bit.

"Ah...Perhaps it's time for rest?"

"..Yeah..I'd say so.." Bobby takes a final inhale before he moves to pick Anna up into his arms and begins to carry her toward their bedroom. Robert sighs as he watches the two wonder off. but is soon to follow.

"I can get carried away."

"I know. It's fine, we love it. You just waited too long and she fell asleep. Go change." Bobby mumbles around his cigarette as he gently lays Anna down on the bed in the middle, having had to kneel on the bed to do so. He gets comfortable after on her left and puts out his cigarette on his bedside ashtray. While Robert goes to the walk in closet to undress and ready himself for bed.

Bobby nuzzles into Anna, soon they would all be cuddled together and joining Anna in a restful sleep.

[bettingonhouse]

@ilingeron continued from here

Robert and Bobby both look to her now as she asked Who he was referring too. Robert looks between then and then gives a shrug.

“A wedding could be nice…You’d have to marry Bobby publicly if you wanted to be Mrs. House.”

Robert admits, as he then takes another inhale of his cigarette. Bobby moves to come and sit closer to Anna.

“It’s just an idea. But, even if you married me, you’d be married to both of us.”

”What’s his is mine.” Robert would say and vice versa only he had problems admitting he could share. Robert reaches and rests a hand on Anna’s thigh gently as Bobby still sits on the opposite side of her and is looking a little love swooned.

“You don’t have to answer right now if you don’t want too…Just think about it.”

Bobby leans to kiss her cheek gently as he holds his cigarette in his hand.

[bettingonhouse]

@ilingeron asked: ★

Robert was always happy to play whatever role was required of him. Sometimes he was the very dominant stoic and merciless top. And sometimes he was very submissive. Eager to please and do whatever is demanded of him.

They had nearly made it to the elevator after a show, but now Robert finds himself pinned to the hallway wall. Eyes looking her up and down curious on what her next move was going to be. Knowing she could not see him, so touch was one of her favorite ways to see him. And how he adored her touch.

"Mmm, we are so close to the elevators my darling, but if you want me here, I'm yours." He purrs to her.

[deathlieg]

Me, genuinely, while high off my ass getting the Cabot house quest: oh boy I can’t wait to see Emmrich

it's fine, he's with emogene because he's exactly the kind of guy to get drawn into a cult. he'll be fine.

[anhedonicist]

❝ that could have gone better. ❞ — @ilingeron

"My sister would argue that things could have gone far worse..." Glass half-full girl that she is. It's something he has tried to honor, despite the circumstances. So, even now, after things felt like they couldn't have gotten any worse than they did, he thinks of her perspective.

"We could have, alternatively, exploded and died a painful death." It was far from a possibility, but the probability had still been there. ...And it was the first thing he could think about as an alternate, worse option.

"We're still alive, so... we should get out of here while we still can."

[missghou1]

"I think I'd remember you ... no, we've never met." mccarthy liked to think she'd forgotten whatever didn't matter: things happened for a reason. yet her persisting memories of radior were a stubborn wound that refused to close, no matter what. almost like the forever preserved new vegas strip. both of them were the same but altered, her body transformed from centuries of radiation & armed conflict. she thought of her life before the bombs as wholly separate from herself now. "I did some modeling but it was a lot more boring than what I do now."

@ilingeron : “We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”