#paintedvellum

[darlingdeceiver]

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MEME

➳ @paintedvellum

10: Your muse just got out of the shower and walks out with nothing but a towel, and mine is

smitten.

 Loki turned his attention to the door of the en suite, where a click of the lock and a great billow of steam announced that the evening’s grooming rituals were all complete. Once it met with cooler air, the greyish shroud cleared to reveal the one who had stolen his attention with disturbing ease for the past several months.

 Pavi Largo.

 And he was wearing nothing but the fluffy towel that was slung sinfully low about his hips, the material of rich aubergine standing out beautifully against creamy flesh decorated with many an unusual tattoo. Eyes drawn further up the perfectly scultped torso that was akin to the most beautiful renderings of Dionysus, Loki noted the adorable way Pavi’s damp hair stuck in inky tendrils to his throat, then finally settled where smooth white faded into marred, pinkish scars.

 Seeing Pavi without his mask was something the God had grown to adore, given that the overly made-up, feminine faces concealed such strikingly handsome bone structure. The scars, to him, were nothing to avert his gaze from–in fact, it dawned on him that he loved them almost as much as the face itself.

 This was how it felt to Loki in general, looking at all of Pavi as he stood in front of an ornate standing mirror and combed through his thick mane with the occasional whispered curse–that he adored what he saw, loved it so much that his shameless staring mattered little–but how deep did it lie beyond visual and sexual appeal?

 The tightening in his throat and the burning blood that seemed to race hotly at the mere sight of the other was a good indication.

[caffeinatedcholer-blog]

🍊

SEND ME A FOOD EMOJI FOR MY MUSE TO ANSWER QUESTIONS!

🍊:What do you look for in a leader? Can you describe an ideal leader?

“Me. That’s it. Nuf said.”

[caffeinatedcholer-blog]

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🍮:Traditional or Modern? What do you dislike about the other lifestyle?

“Hahahaha, you’re talkin’ to me here. Well. I guess it’s only classic style I’m into, really. A modern lifestyle isn’t somethin’ I’d pass up for the married-with-kids, happy families sort of ‘traditional’ pop tried to convince us was right ‘n’ proper.”

“After being married once, I say never again to all that traditional whatever, to be honest with ya. Having loads of kids and a good little wife who’ll make me loads of spaghetti after a hard day’s work, which is clearly what pop wanted for us, wouldn’t nearly be worth givin’ up the freedom and power we got in this society. I mean, we can do anything we want in this day and age. Not that I need to tell you that.”

[caffeinatedcholer-blog]

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SEND ME A FOOD EMOJI FOR MY MUSE TO ANSWER QUESTIONS!

🍱:What is your thought on keeping pets? If you had to have one pet, which would you have?

“Filthy. Fuckin’ filthy. I’m so fuckin’ glad that disgusting furry fleabag you used to lug around is dead, now if somethin’ could just finish off Amber’s scrawny little mutt-rodent my life would be just dandy.”

“I guess if someone was to force a pet on me I’d have a fish. No reptiles–I ain’t keepin’ no bugs or mice to feed the fuckers. Just nice, clean, watery fish. I mean, they’re like, constantly clean. Having said that, maybe a duck because who doesn’t love ducks, and also what’s the point of having one fucking fish???”

[caffeinatedcholer-blog]

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🍅:What is something you absolutely hate? What caused you to hate it so much?

“I cannot fuckin’ stand the press. And I’m mainly talkin’ the ‘celebrity culture’ side of the press. Like, I know you fuckin’ love it when they do a huge spread about how girls think you’re soooooo dreamy and all the guys wanna be you, or whatever, but seriously.

The fact they’ll literally slate us literally a page away from sucking our dicks and saying we’re awesome, about stupid fuckin’ things like looking ‘too tired’ or ‘too chubby’ or whatever. Ugh. I dunno. I think the fact you and Amber take it as fuckin’ gospel and do some really messed up shit tryin’ to please them is what makes me so fucking angry.”

[darlingdeceiver]

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➛ @paintedvellum​

❝ You were alone before we met, no more forlorn than one could get   How could we know we had found treasure?   How sinister and how correct. ❞

[darlingdeceiver]

▤ and ❂

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▤ = falling asleep on them .

Much to his date’s disgruntlement, Loki had insisted on carrying Pavi from their ride home up to the penthouse. It had been a fairly normal night by their standards; Pavi had eaten and drank far too much trying to keep up with Loki, whose Asgardian appetite knew no bounds, and after his fourth desert the Largo struggled to even walk back to the limo without a supportive hand around his waist.

A camera or two flashed the moment Loki rose up from behind the car door with his exhausted lover held bridal style in his arms, sleepy face buried in his neck. Although the journey had been short Pavi already started to snooze while slumped against Loki, and it almost broke his heart to disturb him. He took no notice of the paparazzi crawling around, too intent on getting back to the Largo penthouse as quickly as possible–he didn’t want to embarrass the poor dear in front of the press any more than necessary, of course!

One short elevator ride later, Loki made his way to Pavi’s room where he sunk into a loveseat with the other still in his arms. The hand that gripped his shirt tightened as Pavi nuzzled into his throat and whispered in a tiny voice:

“Loke…”

Shortly after he was completely asleep, curled up in his lap but Loki was too caught up in the absolute meltdown of his heart to do anything but hold him closer.

❂ = wiping blood off their face . (reversed!)

When Pavi came rushing into his room and straight into the en suite, Loki frowned and immediately followed. He could have sworn that he’d been cradling his face as he cursed under his breath, and sure enough he dropped his gaze to find small spots of red staining the luxurious carpet in a trail.

“Pavi, sweetheart… what happe–” Loki paused once he opened the door and saw the damage in Pavi’s reflection as he braced himself on the rim of the bathroom sink. Two of the implants where the clips that secured his mask had been imbedded were ripped; the mask peeled away slightly to reveal a glimpse of scarred flesh and the wounds themselves bled liberally where it was torn around his hairline.

“Amber,” he replied bluntly through gritted teeth. It seemed he didn’t know quite how to tackle the issue at hand, he was so angry. In fact, Pavi had never looked quite as furious as he did now.

Loki nodded with a sigh. He knew how things sometimes were between the Largo siblings, and it reminded him a lot of his own.

“Come here,” the god said softly, then wet a cloth under the tap before cleaning up the blood with gentle dabs. He cradled the masked side of Pavi’s face to keep him steady while he worked, cleaning and patting and adding a little  antiseptic cream. Though he barely flinched (thanks to some subtle magic that numbed some of the pain) Pavi’s gorgeous eyes wouldn’t meet his own. He almost seemed ashamed. With pity in his smile Loki pressed a kiss to his forehead then murmured: “I’ll take care of you.”

[caffeinatedcholer-blog]

“Hands up if Pavi’s face makes you wanna puke!”