#pherraified

[reevc]

@pherraified​ @ jean 

       “ Sometimes I wish you smelled like something other than ash.” 

[ofimmortal-moved]

pherraified  said:  “Please, just stay tonight.” From Cindy c:

FOUR WORD PHRASES. || accepting @pherraified​

         “I won't go away if you need me. You know that --- I want you to be comfortable.” 

[nephils-archive]

                                            best friend bonding hour / @pherraified​

          ❝ hey do you want to go the comic book store today? ❞

[regesc]

“Soo... how bad? You think you can... fix her up before tomorrow?” // @pherraified.

[aethele]

@pherraified​  chose:

Kiss on the cheek mhm

“ oh !  not that i am complaining,  but perhaps you should not deign such,  um,  friendly endearments,  quite so publicly. ”  he cards a hand through his hair to hide his fluster.  “ to be frank,  seteth’s lectures are growing stale. ”

[magicguilt]

pherraified replied to your post: sigh, it’s missing theo raeken hours

good

[gravityvibed]

@pherraified​ ; ango sakaguchi

how long has it been? chuuya has honestly forgotten to count the days of his absense, and he would honestly deal with ango’s irritating rambling to be more mindful about time management. it’s like he’s never been cut out for that anyway. but that doesn’t mean ango wasn’t right about it— chuuya had been anything but mindful about time management. 

he knows that for his absence, he has to come up with something— an apology, a simple excuse that wouldn’t make any sense; oh, he DEFINITELY would come up with something that would make ango believe him— or not, who knows.

he still has ango’s key to his apartment for whatever godsdamn reason. is it because ango let him become part of his life? is it because ango would let him crash at his place when chuuya was not feeling like being alone? he honestly doesn’t fucking know.

so it has been four months, chuuya knows that much, and he knows that his texts to ango for those past months had been vague and short— as for chuuya it’s important that any mission comes over personal relationships; such a shitty habit, he’s aware of that.

much to chuuya’s surprise, the lock hasn’t changed and for once’s he’s relieved about that. well— why would ango change his lock in the first place? to feel insecure of all things? bullshit, bullshit. 

the door’s open, and the scent of fried eggs hits the room as if ango’s about to cook breakfast. chuuya knows this is going to be awkward, and he hates it already. 

his arrival might be pretty inconvenient right now ( maybe he should have just texted him that he’s about to come over— but he wanted to surprise ango; maybe he should just have not used the key. ).

‘ sorry for interfering ’, he simply mutters, ‘ had the key, so i used it. ’

gods, chuuya, you insolent fool.

[canisfuria]

{ ♙ } still VERY manly, don’t worry || Accepting ;; @pherraified​ { ♙ }

              [ Is there ever a wrong time to tease Havoc about his crushes? Most of the time, people pay the sergeant little attention. He’s small, unassuming, low on the totem pole-- few pay him much mind, save for Havoc. Kain keeps to himself for the most part, listening more than speaking. So it might come as a surprise to most that he’s actually a master of torture.

                After learning about Havoc’s little secret back at the bar, he wasn’t sure how to react- not at first, at least. Actually, he’d been stunned speechless for two whole days; shocked, awed, flattered, and... well, thrilled. Discussions still needed to be had, but until then, Kain had started noticing little things at work. Like how Jean would tense up when the sergeant stood nearby. Or perhaps how he always snuck glances while lighting up. The most remarkable thing, though, was how when Fuery would come close, Havoc would subconsciously take a step back.

                Right now, while the office busied themselves arguing over some news article Breda had brought up, Kain noticed that Havoc had been leaning back in his chair, focused on the ceiling. And just like that, the mischievous glint to Fuery’s eyes light up on cue. Rising from his own seat, he walks around their workspace, sidling up beside Havoc’s chair and leaning his weight against the desk. It isn’t flirtatious by any means, merely present. But nonetheless, when Kain leans waaaaay into Jean’s personal bubble, he can’t help but smirk wide at the color that plumes across his nose. ]

      ❝ You’ve got it bad, don’t you? ❞