#rcsetinted

[agntwhisky]

             ❝        THERE   MUST   BE    some   kinda   way   outta   here.        ❞         /        @rcsetinted​ ​   ♡            (   all  along  the  watchtower,  jamie  n  commons   ).

[doublefeaturre]

@rcsetinted welcome to hell!

        “There you are!” He’s been searching for an employee of this gosh-darn shop for he doesn’t even know how long. 

        “Say, do you sell cummerbunds?”

[moondrenched]

               LIMPLY  does  a  wrist  lay  within  the  soft  grip  of  his  groupie,  while  stroke  after  careful  stroke,  varnish   (   blood  red  ;   a  hue  not  unacquainted  with  the  doctor’s  hands   )   is  skillfully  applied  to  now  manicured  fingernails.  a  crude  eye  inspects,  unmoving  &  redundant,  the  younger’s  every  move  :   tensing  each  time  a  heavy  drip  of  polish  becomes  dangerously  close  to  spilling  on  the  luxe  duvet  upon  which  the  doctor  currently  reclines.  he  expects  perfection     ––    an  esteemed  being  such  as  the  prince  should  have  nothing  less.  richly,  but  maintaining  conversation  level,  he  speaks,  vague  &  neurotic  :         ❛         ––    not  a  drop  on  the  sheets,  columbia.          ❜          //      *     @rcsetinted    (  starter  call  )  .

[makesyovcry-blog]

“Do you even understand what you’re doing?”

Relationship problems oh no | ACCEPTING

          ❛ It wasn’t a big deal ! ❜ He insists for what seems like the hundredth time . It’s beginning to feel like he’s a scolded child as he’s left sitting lazily on his bed while she stands, pacing. ❛ Frank’s an adult, alright ? He can take a couple digs - least I was all insult and no injury. Come ON , babe ! What’s he gonna do - mount my head over the fireplace ?? ❜

[diiagnose]

    ‘ so , this place isn’t really that much fun i’ve deduced . ’

@rcsetinted // starter call .

[moondrenched]

MOODBOARD:  COLUMBIA.      (    for  @rcsetinted    )

           ❛         stay  sane  inside  insanity  !         ❜

[moondrenched]

        ❛         ––––   even  smiling  makes  my  face  ache.        ❜      //  *   @rcsetinted (  call  ) .

[moondrenched]

“i hope you don’t regret me.”

    · * . °   MISADVENTURES  SENTENCE  STARTERS  ┊  ACCEPTING .

     fingertips  dance  deftly  along  the  ridges  of  a  shoulder  blade,  a  quiet  sincerity  in  the  pads  brushing  ever - so  softly  over  her  flesh :  caresses  void  of  ardor.  it’s  a  study  of  the  few  sun  spots  &  marks  decorating  columbia’s  skin,  of  the  way  her  spine  curved  outwards  slightly   ––   to  fit  the  crease  of  his  palm  had  he  pressed  it  to  her  back.  perhaps  he’s  weary  after  slaking  his  lust,  &  that  is  the  reasoning  behind  these  fleeting  touches,  these  heartfelt,  unfeigned  musings.  but  even  the  willfully ignorant  doctor  will  come  to  realize  that  exhaustion  is  not  the  case.

     he’s  comfortable.  comfortable  in  the  silence,  as  he  watches  the  soft  rise  &  fall  of  columbia’s  chest,  capering  digits  pulling  away  if  she  stirs,  briefly  afraid  of  waking  her.  comfortable  sharing  his  bed,  bodies  pressed  to  each  other :  molded,  like  two  shards  of  broken  glass  melting  into  one  another. 

      it’s  a  rare  moment  of  reflection,  &  its  facets  of  unspoken  emotion  drive  him  to  a  peculiar  state  of  restlessness.  his  fingers  are  snaking  from  the  peaks  of  shoulders  to  wrap  ‘round  the  front  of  the smaller’s  waist,  light  grip  used  to  bring  himself  only  that  much  closer  to  columbia  (  a  silent,  chaste  peck  is  placed  to  the  nape  of  her  neck  ––  a  wordless  gesture  that  will  go  unnoticed  ).  but  his  movement  must  have  awakened  her,  &  the  faint  mumble  of  a  sentence  that  leaves  her  mouth  tenses  the  muscles  in  his  back.  he  does  not  respond  until  he’s  positive  she’s  fallen  back  into  the  clutches  of  sleep,  &  when  he  does,  it’s  barely  above  a  murmur  ––  for  his  ears,  &  his  alone.     ❛     ––  i  don’t.     ❜