#martyrisrex

[asher-mir-blog]

This is a gift I've been working on for @lastkingoflucis, @martyrisrex, and @machtnyx/ @praesul ♡ Giovanni, Noctis, and Nyx, being cute and stuff. I know shits been tough for you three lately and I just wanted to send a little love your way. You're all great and I'm so lucky to know you!!

[aperturetrigger]

he’s reluctant to let go. the trembling in his legs ? that’s yet to stop.  it’s not his first time on a motorcycle but the way the other man navigated had in him suspense, along with an uncertain, coiling fear of certain doom.  fingers curl at a narrow waistline, hardly letting go but unfurling just a tad from their grip -- the darker haired man’s shirt ? absolutely wrinkled.  but prompto finds no real reason to care as bowed legs quiver, one hitching across to he could stand. 

‘     --- thanks for the ride,      ’      he murmurs an expression of gratitude, followed by a quaint peck to a cheek that he swears is dimpled by a smirk. hard to tell -- hard to breath with his legs still wobbling and fingers resting securely on shoulders much broader than his own.   ‘      -- no offense, man, but  do you always go that fast  ? i mean, totally a thrill trip but .. ahaha ... coulda warned me.   ’ 

@martyrisrex  ♥︎’d for a smooch. 

[ofsilverguns-blog]

✿ or ♀

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

(text): Gio do you like red?(text): Because I got myself a nice silken piece I’d love to show you <3

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

(text): I can’t meet you today(text): I don’t feel so well(text): Probably just need some sleep

@martyrisrex

[sumsatis]

All of the check marks because mobile but you're doing such a good job and I love writing with you hhhh

send me ✓ if you think i play my character correctly | accepting

(( jay. j ay bless ))

[sumsatis]

bronze hands never let go of the blond's freckled wrists, his brows knitting between his eyes with thought. his words say one thing, but the thumbs rubbing circles into freckled skin ( the eyes staring softly ) say another thing entirely ------ “I need to go...”

four word prompts | @martyrisrex

While usually he’d be so acutely aware of someone touching his wrists, holding them that he wouldn’t be able to keep from feeling the itching anxiety of needing to pull away, all Prompto could focus on were those piercing eyes and the words that fell from his mouth. At that moment, he only hoped that Giovanni would hold on tighter. And, as much as he wanted to ask him to stay, to beg him if it came down to it, Prompto swallowed the urge and gave a small, wan smile. 

“Do you really have to?” he asked quietly, knowing his voice sounded hopeful even when he was sure the answer would be one he didn’t want to hear.