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ganymedes: this apple was responsible for the destruction of my city due to the folly of the gods...

ganymedes: YEET

#applaudes ganymom #:▒ϟ▸ YOU KNOW THAT I COULD USE SOMEBODY; SOMEONE LIKE YOU ⏤ ganymedes.#:▒ϟ▸ DON’T BE TARDY FOR MY LEAKY BARBIE TV PARTY PEE IN THE PARK ⏤ crack.#loveliestborn

♛ don’t cry for me @loveliestborn (the truth is, I never left you) ♛

And there it is, that sultry smile, that self-assured confidence, that ineffable smugness which Crowley is so renowned for carrying himself, rearing its ugly head once more as he seats himself across from the younger (but oh, so very much older) man, unbuttoning his suit jacket and leaning back in the seat. The tilt of his chin is regal. The upraised hand, elbow digging into the arm rest, fingers moving languidly over the palm, is commanding, but nigh-on bored. And save for that damned smirk, perhaps his boredom might have been believed.

“There is no one--no one at all,” he begins, “never has been, and never will be who hasn't an eye on--in fact they rely on--tricks they can try on their partner...or in your case, I think, partners. So then. What’s your trick? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

#loveliestborn #//WELL DAMMIT I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT AND THEN THIS SOUNDED LIKE MORE FUN

💋 [[pUCKER UP]]

Send a 💋 to kiss my muse!

–at a computer, but also at work; no x-kit!

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He won’t pretend he isn’t enjoying this. Why bother? He’s never been shy about his opinion before. Dio lifts a hand to hold Ganymedes’ face and ends up using it to hold his long hair back, to pull the immortal’s face closer, to distract him a small bit and open the kiss up a bit more.

There’s no question of who is in control of this kiss–Ganymedes, without a doubt, Dio’s only helping, reveling–but in it’s wine-sweet fantasy, cloying and hazy, it’s all too easy to imagine what might be had the god been given that same control.

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loveliestborn replied to your post: There is no shame in Gany's game, honestly, and he...

let him siP THE TEA OF YOUR HATRED, DIO

{ tea? HOMEBOY JUST MADE COFFEE OUT OF LAUREL LEAVES. THE HATRED BOILS TOO HOT, SEEPS TOO HARD, EVERYTHING IS BLACK COFFEE AND DISGUST }

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@loveliestborn GAVE ME THEIR ❤️ ( AND ALL THEY GOT WAS THIS LOUSY STARTER. )

She was not one normally drawn to the quiet, but to the curious? That was far more within Iðunn’s domain. The inoffensive little cafe was one that could easily have been missed, and seemingly had been missed by the majority of tourists... It was tucked away from the bustling streets, inviting only once the door was open and the scent of herbs and spices pervaded the air. Yet it wasn’t that which Iðunn felt drawn to; it was the lingering remnants of divinity that called to her, seeming to leave a sheen of gold in its wake, something inherently otherworldly in this otherwise mortal world. Much as Iðunn was... She was the last of her pantheon still wandering, still seeking purpose among a kin not her own. It had been a long time since she’d last felt the pull of the familiar.

Trailing fingertips along the counter, she lifted her gaze to the one behind it. “It’s a nice place you have here,” the goddess remarked, so swathed in mortality it would be difficult to see if one did not recognise that which lurked behind it. “A little empty, though.”

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