#older aaron

[the-skullduggery-inn]

That Look.

by Tanehineri

Another day, another woman Their bodies and parts pile up, all with the same face, the very moment the light left their eyes with their mouths open Maybe I gave some of them slash marks, so what? There’s already no variety in their faces! That is, until there’s one whose gaze captures me. I know she’s special because I can definitely tell Dad would’ve loved her eyes. She’ll go out sweetly.

[soulofbirds]

⊕ //For Older Aaron

Send me ⊕ for a pro and con list about our characters sleeping together

PRO:

Would probably help release whatever building tension is probably going on.

Might help Aaron figure out how much of this he wants and how much is left over from Ras.

Aaron would feel like he at least got one time with Troian before really having to figure shit out and he trusts the demon more than anybody else to top him.

CON:

Aaron has not bottomed before and might not be so comfortable with any of it the first time, no matter how much he likes Troian. Because of this, he would not relax so well, and it’ll hurt at first.

The entire thing might just confuse Aaron even more to the point where he might avoid Troian for a bit.

If Troian says the wrong name… Aaron is going to fucking lose it.

[soulofbirds]

◊

Put a “◊” in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.

'In the mews if you need me. Trying for Oscar.' and then scrawled as an afterthought 'ROOF'

[soulofbirds]

↯

Send me a ↯ if your muse could be in a serious romantic relationship with mine.

"I’m not him." The man looked almost miserable, fiddling with the end of his braid, "I can’t be him for you.” He still didn’t know if his own attraction to Troian was real or residual left overs from his past life. He had felt Ras die in his dream, and the feeling put into his last words to Troian.

[soulofbirds]

The small boy tugged on his father's hand, his dual colored eyes, one blue, the other a deep violet, flickered up, "Daddy, where uncuh Ree?"

Send me anons as my kid.

“Shh, What do we say about the birds, Bennet?" Aaron caressed his son’s head, careful not to jostle the injured Northern Goshawk which shifted, talons digging into the leather bracer on the human’s arm for balance, "No sudden movements or loud noises, right? So no pulling.” He gently nudged the bird onto it’s perch before turning and kneeling down to his son’s level, offering his hand, “You wanna go find your uncle together?”