#pellinorisms

[aliasgareth]

pellinorisms replied to your post:don’t talk greek gods to me

The polynesian gods are so fukken chill tho

i haven’t done my homework on them yet

i’ll add them to the list after i finish my research on latin american mythology (this may take awhile tho)

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pellinorisms​ liked for a short starter.

❛ You know, the easiest    way to get ‘im to like you is to     feed 'im. ❜

[eggscaliber-blog]

"Hi! I'm auditioning for the role of Gary "Eggsy" Unwin and I'll be singing Mhana Mhana from the Muppets"

↳ meme

[aliasgareth]

pellinorisms replied to your post “You owe me chips.”

James Lancelot ate mine

Then why do I owe you chips?

Go kick his ass and demand he buy you more.

[aliasgareth]

Party in the back

There was food involved, which meant Pellinore was more engaged than usual. Having come out of a post-oscars party, Gareth tugged his bowtie loose and sighed, watching as taxis and cars came and left.

The party had offered little intel on the crime baron they were tracking, so it was time to go on the street.

Throwing his white scarf over his partner's bare shoulders, he pulled her close, giving an illusion of a kiss as he spoke in her ear.

"There are a couple of night clubs down the street. Try not to party too hard," he whispered with a grin.

Pulling away, he put on his glasses and waited for their driver to come pick them up. It was time to get into the real meat of the investigation.

[aliasgareth]

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4: cheek kiss

"Really, darling, you are the best," he huffed between a laugh. Leaning down, he kissed her on the cheek, eliciting yet another coo from their mark sitting opposite of them.

Playing a newly-wed couple with a beautiful and competent partner was always a joy, but it also meant Gareth had to be careful about where his lips went and just how far he could let his hand wander. So far, Pellinore hadn't shot him any smile or look that forewarned a premature death, but he was still on eggshells about it all. 

She was still very much an enigma to him and there were boundaries, boundaries, which he discovered, much to his chagrin, he'd have to learn on the spot at that moment. Merlin was a sadist for pairing him up and he couldn't help but think it was because of that trivial incident involving a clipboard and juice from last week...

[aliasgareth]

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] Well that explains the doily in my pants.