THEODORE NOTT x ASTORIA GREENGRASS ft. @ophidiantes because i am weak
“ I’m ALWAYS here to hold your hand, ok? I will hold you through the storm, and I won’t even stop when the power comes back on. I love you, ok? ”
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THEODORE NOTT x ASTORIA GREENGRASS ft. @ophidiantes because i am weak
“ I’m ALWAYS here to hold your hand, ok? I will hold you through the storm, and I won’t even stop when the power comes back on. I love you, ok? ”
CLOSED. (with @ophidiantes.)
note to self: never again will see stupidly go for a late afternoon jog with a freaking tikbalang. ever. words punctuated by pants, she called out to him, hands clasped on both knees, her hair embarrassingly escaping from the hold of her messy bun and now curtaining allover her flushed face.
it’ll do you good to exercise, he said. immortalily doesn’t make you FIT, he said.
“teka lang. sandali. hoy! psssst tumigil KA NGA -” she coughs out in a feeble attempt to steady her breath, one hand up to beckon him back. and if she squints she can just make out the silhouette of her supposed jogging partner, getting smaller and smaller by the second.
“HAY NAKU, LORENZO, BUMALIK KA NGA DITO.” he better dash back or he’ll find out how it’s like to match his horse-head with frog legs.
[ down ] your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes. (alina to aleks :)
“ Alina — ”
She haunted him. She was every in thought and every movement he made. There, in the background, a fixture that he couldn’t shake. His opportunity at a different life, his chance at escaping loneliness. At realizing his dreams. She’d captured him wholly and he couldn’t quite help himself anymore in her presence. Act had become consideration had become reality. He wasn’t sure he was just playing at desiring her, anymore.
It was why he let her drag him down. It was why he complied easily to her fingers in his collar, tugging, his body a puppet, being played, hands splaying on her shoulders, sliding into her hair. “ Alina, ” he said again, her name a sentence on its own. A confession, a prayer. The verdict. Her breath was on his lips and it drove him mad. She did this to him, she took control from his fingers and he TRIED so hard to mind it, but wasn’t sure he could. Perhaps he wanted her to feel the weight of the burden, the yoke he carried. He wanted to know if she’d stay if he did.
“ Alina. ” An exclamation despite the whisper - and now he couldn’t keep his mouth off of hers. He crashed into her, a mess of teeth and tongue and desperate breath. He had her flat against the wall, body to body, and it still wasn’t close enough. She was the sea and he was drowning in her. She was the cold and he was freezing. He didn’t mind, he couldn’t mind. She’d be the knife to his back and he couldn’t bring himself to care.
meme. | @ophidiantes | aleksander - alina
"This didn't mean anything." - from your choice of muse!!!
@praeliators // pansy.
“And good morning to you too.”
He grins, feigning nonchalance towards the way she practically jumped in the clothes she came in with the night before and so eager to dash the hell out of his apartment like he’s got some plague. A stark contrast to last night’s ordeal, of course. Suffice to say, she could barely get her hands off him - and his hands off her.
For seconds he allowed last night’s snapshot to simmer, shamelessly letting his gaze linger on her while she fussed with the zip of her dress, until it was broken by the toaster tossing out strawberry poptarts.
“No need to spell that out for me, sweetheart. I mean - could’ve been meaningless sex,” he blew steam over his coffee cup and sauntered around the kitchen in just his silky boxers and breezily open hoodie jacket, “But if my memory serves me right, still ought to be celebrated. Poptarts?”
THEODORE NOTT & PANSY PARKINSON ft. @ophidiantes
“ Never trust a survivor, ” my father used to say, “ Until you find out what they did to stay alive. ”
@ophidiantes 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 ! ( sucker for pain - misc. artists )
“ i’m just a sucker for pain. “
❝ you should have seen alec do flips at first. i think he kicked himself in the head once. ❞ he says, a chuckle escaping past his lips. // @ophidiantes
ophidiantes replied to your post: blows kisses @ evan
pansy vc: ew guys get a room
jealousy isn’t a good look on u babe