#interaction:

[askgardenerwoods]

"Hello Miss Woods. Are you excited by the Christmas season?"

— @ask-aesop

“ As ever! It’s the most wonderful time of the year, wouldn’t you agree, Mister Carl? “

[self-spaghettification]

writing a scene where aaravos is helping viren take his corset off and Obviously Flirting and viren is too oblivious/in denial to get it and its my favorite thing ever

him: aaravos says this is intimate or gets in my space and lingers and whispers in my ear? surely he’s just teasing or flirting in a joking way! harrow used to do this all the time it’s just a homie thing to do 🥰

bro spent 10 years ignoring harrow being queer to him he’s probably so used to denying The Signs ™

“WeRe BroThErs” STFUUU

[ask-demibourbon]

"Um hello..." - @voidproject

" Well hello to ya too, precious! A'fraid I don't recall seeing another suited fella if you're waiting on someone. "

[brandon-cavallo-archive]

@victoriascarpelli

It had felt like a while since Brandon had actually gone over to check up on Victoria. Sure-- they had texted quite a lot here and there, but a physical interaction was always better in his opinion. He just loved spending time with people. 

So, with a quick text and figuring schedules out-- a meeting time had been arranged. And of course, Brandon offered up traveling over to her-- knowing full well that he wanted to keep her off of that one leg as much as possible. Even if she could be walking around. There was still a voice in the back of his mind that continuously reminded him keep her relaxed.

“Vic--” His voice boomed out just enough to get past the thickness of the door, followed by two pounds of his fist making contact with the wood. And his opposing hand was holding on to a little treat, made specially for her; a container filled with chocolate chip cookies. “It’s me-- It’s Brandon.” 

There was a brief moment of silence, awaiting her to either let him in, or order him to stroll on in. 

[philip-vogel-archive]

[[ @maxinercgers​ ]]

There was a haze about him; the way he walked back into the bar. Eyes red from the joint he had just burnt out, hair shagged out into something of a messy pulled-back mop, and the smell of his past beverages were still clinging onto his clothes. Philip wasn’t completely far gone-- he hadn’t been here long enough for that to happen. If any word had to be used to describe him, the perfect meaning behind tipsy -- or buzzed -- would be your best bet. 

Those reddened eyes scanned the slightly shitty lit room, looking for anything -- or anyone -- that was going to catch his attention. After all, he had been back on the search, fully devoured in his old ways ever since Riley left on a text message alone. 

No matter the times he had screwed her over, or messed up their connection-- he was going to be a hypocrite. It was Philip, and he was bitter. 

But in the long run, what did it matter? He was a free man again. That’s all he really ever wanted. Titles were just another way to chain someone down. Philip didn’t need them. 

Just as he was about to halt on his search, there was a figure that caught his attention. Now whether or not this was someone he had already tried with, well, that was unknown to him. But going over there was a chance he was going to take nonetheless.

Sauntering his way towards her, Philip pulled himself up on the adjacent stool. His one arm took rest upon the bar top, and his head slowly turned towards her. Eyes gave her a classic up and down before a small smirk managed to curl onto his lips, “So-- You here with someone, or am I the lucky guy that gets to buy you a drink?” The words were spoken with a rough and raspy voice, almost mumbled as per usual. 

[askgardenerwoods]

(´⊗ゝ⊗`) <…are roses edible…? - @idv-ask-the-man-in-gray

[askgardenerwoods]

"Miss Woods, hello...! Look at this - " She holds out a flower crown, "Isn't it pretty? Somebody gave it to me... but I thought you'd appreciate it more than I would...! I don't even know what these flowers are called... Do you want it?" (@ask-missmargiezelle 💕)