#pitycry

[lovingvoicesarchive-blog]

@pitycry

“Hey babe,” He smiles softly as his boyfriend walks through the door and moves forward to press a  tender kiss to his lips, a hand immediately finding his face, as nerves tug at his insides unpleasantly.  Slowly, he pulls away and sighs. “I have no idea  what I’m doing with this Valentine’s Day stuff, but I... I kinda tried. I ordered pizza from that place  you love. I broke out all your favorite movies, I have flowers in the kitchen in a vase for you, a chocolate cake in the fridge, and I bought you something. So... hopefully by totally and completely overcompensating for my lack of knowledge on romance, I did okay.” A beat. “Did I?”

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

@pitycry started following you

“Oh, were you invited to this gathering?” She wondered which servant it was to invite the entirety of the community out. Nevertheless, it only meant more human bodies at her festivities. “Well, what name do you hold? Best to know who wishes to celebrate tonight.”

[convivir]

@pitycry

"GUESS WHO JOINED A CULT.”

[lovingvoicesarchive-blog]

@pitycry

“Hey, sorry I didn’t ca--” Immediately Lane’s voice dies out in his throat.  Because oh shit, Luke Ryder-Holtzmann is in his underwear when he  answers the door, and he’s just standing there with sheet music and he really should have warned him ahead of time. “Uh... whoa. Sorry. I just uh, I came up with a song for Lenny last night for that scene in the  second act, and I -- wanted you to give it a try... Sorry. Sorry.” He can’t stop looking at him. LANE, STOP LOOKING AT HIM.

[lovingvoicesarchive-blog]

@pitycry

“Y-You’re Astyne Ryder? You’re actually--” Anxiety clenches tight  around Mo’s heart as he looks the other man over, excitement as much as fear making him feel a bit ill. “I found you. I actually found you. I can’t believe--” A pause, then an explanation for his behavior. “I’m your nephew.”

[lovingvoicesarchive-blog]

@pitycry

“Oh, hey.” Anxiety bubbles up in Noel’s chest at the sight of  his friend’s older brother, and his grip around his books  tightens. “Is Luke not back from the store yet?” The  question answers itself since, you know, he’s certainly not there. He heads toward the dining room table and sets his books down, awkwardly glancing back at JP and offering him a nervous little smile. “Are you staying for family dinner too?”

[lovingvoicesarchive-blog]

@pitycry

CJ stumbles out of the club, a little tipsy and sweaty from dancing,  heels getting caught on the threshold between the door and  the stoop out back, before she manages to recover expertly and jump a few feet closer to the edge of the stoop with her momentum. She flops down on it and inhales a gasp of clean air only to catch a deep gasp of someone’s cigarette smoke.  She wants to be pissed, but then she sees who that someone is, and he’s hot. She smiles, irritation fading away in favor of  interest. She raises her voice to be heard the short distance, ears still ringing from the loud music. “Bunch of fuckin’ winners in there, huh?” she says, jerking her thumb toward the club carelessly. “Came here to get laid and the whole goddamn  place is swarming with boring as shit fives and sixes. I’m getting ready to give up and go home empty handed, how ‘bout you?” 

[lovingvoicesarchive-blog]

@pitycry

Kinky is exhausted. They’re going on twenty four hours without sleep for the first time since they’ve come to Earth. They’ve spent the past day  completely engulfed in writing a comedy set for an open mic they’re attending with Luke later in the week and decorating their bedroom and they haven’t had the willpower or the time to sleep.  But now they’re home from work and the tasks that had occupied their free time are done, and all they want in the world is to be wrapped up in Jeep’s arms.  They groan a little bit as they find Jeep in the kitchen and swing arms around him, holding him close with their head nuzzled up between his shoulder blades.  “Cuddle with me, please, angel?”