#prlman

[enduringlystoic]

    ❝ Long time no see, darling. How’ve you been? ❞

@prlman​  ♥’d

[moralityblurred]

@prlman​ said:  ‘ don’t give me hope. ’

[ meme ]

     ❝ i’m NOT, man. err--not yankin’ your chain or anything. i just-- ❞ nic scrubs the back of his neck nervously, eyes falling somewhere around elio’s knees and shins because it’s almost embarrassing how much he means this. ❝ you’ve been really cool to me, and i thought maybe you’d come over and MEET MY DOG? the place isn’t anything special, kinda a shithole, actually, but it beats sleeping behind dumpsters. but yeah, man, we can watch a movie or something and just hang out. ❞

[nomadiiccc]

[ @prlman | cont. ]

.       the longing was stronger than he’d imagined it would be, even after those torturous weeks they’d spent apart while loki questioned everything their marks meant. he’d known then it was killing him to be away from elio, and he could feel the beginnings of the same strain now -- a bone deep ache, a heaviness that reminded him of where he should be. with HIM.

        loki was both grateful and disappointed that it was not a video call they were on now -- grateful because he was NOT in akureyri where he’d said he would be, but in ASGARD. he hadn’t told elio yet about that part of his life, and the gilded halls would only bring questions that he wanted to answer, but didn’t know how to. it was a conversation to be had in person.

        he could hear rustling against the speaker, perhaps those downy curls he was already addicted to. if he concentrated, he could remember exactly how they smelled, how they felt against his cheek. loki breathed into the phone, then huffed a soft laugh at elio’s words. if only he knew that he was ALWAYS on loki’s mind, especially now as he found himself tracing the interlocking hearts at his inner wrist, as he’d found himself doing so frequently he’d already heard the whispers that the second prince MUST have found his soulmate to smile at nothing, and everything.

     ❝ you’ve been on my mind since the moment i left you, ❞ he confessed quietly, drawing his fingers away from his wrist to conjure an illusion of elio’s face. ❝ this will be the last one, i promise. after this, i will take you with me and then i can hold you and kiss you as much as we both want. ❞ tomorrow would be a grueling day of travel, necessary to keep this facade of a mortal life when he could have just taken the bifrost or his own pathways. but at the end of it, he would be HOME, in elio’s arms. ❝ get some rest, elio. i’ll see you at the airport tomorrow night. ❞

[mieczlw-a]

@prlman​     (     ‘     *     ‘     )

oh  ,   he’s  needy.     having  not  had  anybody  who  would  instantly  cave  and  get  weak  around  him  the  way  elio  does ,  it’s  a  confidence  boost  to  say  the  least.  a  surprised  hum  before  he’s  practically  dropping  against  the  bed ,  making  sure  to  bring  elio  with  him.   the  boys  weight  felt  against  his  person.  

[enduringsurgeon]

     “-- Are you doing okay, there?” 

@prlman​  ♥’d for a starter

[bheithann]

@prlman​

          “i don’t take walk-ins, and i don’t treat minor boo-boos. please come back when you’re in need of surgery, i’m a very busy man.”

          said ‘busy man’ is currently bent over a sketch pad, doodling idly. it’s not even his desk, he’s just slouching there while the actual secretary is off to lunch. 

[survivorcurls]

“Katerina, my name is Katerina Petrova” Her tongue takes it’s time with the pronunciation. She speaks, slow and deliberate and only a slight irritation. She is not Katherine ( though in a sense she supposes that she’s not-not Katherine either ) not yet anyway. “There is a difference and I’d appreciate it, if you learned it” — @prlman​​​ + katerina petrova starter call

[jadedvampiress]

@prlman​  said:  ❝  I  made  some  tea.  Now,  do  you  need  to  talk?  Or  should  I  just  put  on  some  music?  ❞

 ❝  music.  ❞  she's  quiet  when  she  responds,  pulling  her  blanket  tighter  around  herself.  her  mind  kept  replaying  the  night  she'd  killed  inez,  and  it  was  weighing  heavily  on  her.  she  didn't  know  what  to  do.  all  she  knew  was  that  she  didn't  want  to  have  to  talk  about  her  feelings  when  she  wasn't  really  sure  what  she  was  feeling.  ❝  music  please.  ❞