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[theycallmekaibara]

A Birthday commission from @shiningsilverarmor to @purementrose of Sterling, Charlotte, and their children! Happy Birthday Lottie-mun!

[decoratedhunter-blog]

"Gaston! Since you're so tall and strong, I was wonderin' if you'd help me hang mistletoe? If it's no trouble for you, of course." She was hoping he'd say yes, as they'd be stuck under the mistletoe and Lottie would be more than happy to give him a kiss each and every time.

      The voice that called out to him was every bit as sweet as it had been the first day he’d heard - able to cut through any conversation and catch his attention. Attention which he positively preened over, if he were to be truthful. Which is why he was so easy to dismiss to the two overly enthused American girls in favour of Mademoiselle Charlotte. Eyes bright and attentive, the foreign hunter uttered a soft pardon - met with the appropriate dreamy sigh no less - as he pressed forward through the grandiose abode. 

      “ Oh? Mistletoe you say -- ” came the knowing drawl as the brutish man strode forward, eagerness held at bay as he flashed her the brightest smile he could. Oozing charm and a haughtiness only found in a man like him. Peering upwards to the top of the door frame Lottie stood beneath, he made a show of humming and hawing to himself - fingers plucking the little piece of greenery from her with a low laugh. “ It would be my honour to help you. I am at your service, ” he tacked on with a sense of finality, pressing far closer than necessary to reach over her head. 

      As deft fingers tied the little piece above them, Gaston made a point of never once breaking eye contact with her. 

      “ There we are, Mademoiselle. It’s just as you asked -- but. ” A pregnant pause as Gaston finally broke their gazes, eyes trailing up slowly to the little tradition that hung over their heads. A tradition he would never pass up the opportunity on. “ It seems now that there are two of us beneath it. I wonder if traditions here are as thorough and strictly followed as they are back home, ” came the knowing purr, head slowly craning downwards as a large hand pressed into the door frame. Not truly caging the woman in - but a heavy suggestion to stay put as he relaxed into the pose. 

      “ If they are - I believe I’m owed a kiss. Isn’t that right, Mademoiselle? And, if I might say so - there’s no better person to. . . break in a freshly placed mistletoe than yours truly. ”

[death-becomes-you]

The Past That Haunts | Lottie & Ole

@purementrose

He was being strangled. The darkness reached out and wrapped it’s billowy tendrils around his inked throat and squeezed until he was choking. His body jerked though he could see nothing and he knew he could never get away. Nothing stopped the darkness when it set in. The darkness was the only thing the God had to fear and it hung over him and dragged him down so easily. 

Oleander awoke with a start, he sat up straight in his bed and screamed. His back pressed harshly against the ornate carved wood of his shared bed as he searched the darkness for hidden figures. He had been afraid of the dark since he was a child but as he got older the fear seemed to grow more and more real. He looked over at Lottie, watching to see if she was awake or not.

[theycallmekaibara]

Commission for @shiningsilverarmor and @purementrose (whom tumblr will not let me tag here, but I will try to tag them in the tags!) 

[Context]

[death-becomes-you]

Baby Blues | Lottie & Ole

@purementrose

“She is growing up so fast.” Oleander frowned, flopping down on his and Lottie’s large fluffy bed. He didn’t mind that the room was pink and white or that the bed had a canopy; he was secure enough in his masculinity to allow the room to be as effeminate as Lottie desired. He had just read Lindie a book until she fell asleep. “I miss when she was just a little booger.”

[shiningsilverarmor]

@purementrose​

Starlight, starbright, when his wife was away it made him wish for her to be here already tonight. 

So, if he wish if he must may, with all his might... he would sing for her for as a calling so he’d feel alright. 

♬ Sweet tweety bird--- Where are you noooooow? 

I hope you haven’t gone far. . .

As I miss your tweetly-dees, even your pitches and bell-like rings, and of course--- your heartfelt vow ~

Sweet tweety bird--- Where are you noooooow?

I hope you are near . . .

As I am wishing the next morning I get to see your face, oh your sweet little face, but beeeware--- of those cats on the prowl~ 

Sweet tweety bird--- May I get a kiss from you... my dear~ ♬

[shiningsilverarmor]

How much do you love your beautiful pink wife, Sterling? Because I happen to know she loves you to the moon and back 💖💖💖

                      He loves her. He double loves her. He loves her.

To the moon and back she said— He mused to himself as his fingers lingered at the very last flower petal, pondering not too long to give them an answer…

And more. 

“Well– I love her, to the stars and back. I love her, from when she wished upon me and bestow our first balcony kiss. I love her… from the moment she said I do and smiled at me while holding our first born. I love her, I love her; style, personality, charm, and body~ 

She is my starlight, starlight bright. My only wish that I wished on that fateful night.”

                                             He double loves her. 

@purementrose

[wiccanarchived]

@purementrose replied to your post:              

Do you want me to do this for your starter? It's such a wonderful idea!! c:

; w ; bless. yesss !! absolutely, by all means go for it !