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SEND ME A ★ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS PICKING THEM UP AND THROWING THEM OVER THEIR SHOULDER

Sarkis yelps at first, scrambling to keep ahold of the bedsheets as he’s unkindly yanked from bed. It turns to sleepy, startled, slightly confused laughter after a moment, when he’s tossed over one broad shoulder and patted firmly on the rear, and the god struggles to push himself even slightly upright, noodly-limbed still from giggles and sleep.

Reinhart, put me down! It’s only the afternoon - I want to sleep for another few hours!

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brush

; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character’s reaction to your character running their fingers through my character’s hair.

He does so like it best when Reinhart decides to acknowledge him during meetings. There’ve been more instances of him simply resting a hand on him to keep him settled, or pressed tentatively to his lower back to keep him from doing something drastic for the attention he’s so desperate for, but his absolute favorites have to be when the brute decides this is perfectly normal behavior in public. Because he gets away with so much more.

Sarkis tips his his head into Rey’s hand, practically purring, cosying up close in a stolen tunic and pair of panties. He rumbles softly into the other’s ear, stretching up to nip at the lobe.

Keep playing with my hair and I promise not to squirm out of my underwear right here and throw them at the nearest person’s face.

What a fucking child, all ready to be a disturbance just to prove he can.

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Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars. 

He wants to pull his hand back, but Rey’s so intensely fixated on the mostly pale scarring in his palm that he’s afraid to do little more than breathe. And even that he barely tries to do.

... It’ll be gone in a couple of decades, you know. Don’t need to worry about it, or anything.

Closer to a century for the burn marks in his hands, really. But he means it. The scars always fade and leave room for new fuckups. Sarkis swallows nervously, flustered by the quiet scrutiny, and tries to pull away ever so gently.

It’s fine, Reinhart. It’s not that bad.

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"You're skin is so hot right now"

My skin’s always hot.

He understands that Rey means hotter than usual, but Sarkis is, and always will be, a little shit. He presses closer to his Alpha and whines, all wound up and anxious with the beginnings of Heat.

I thought you were supposed to be the overheated one. This is fucking annoying. Fix it.

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❝ How you turn my world, you precious thing. ❞

Don’t call me precious. Someone might hear you, and then where would I be? My reputation’s going to be ruined.

Nevermind that he’s cosied up in the giant’s lap, beaming like a dope and nosing fondly at his throat for more attention.

Tell me I’m pretty some more.

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“Clearly, you’ve never experienced silk sheets properly, then.”

Clearly I haven’t.

Sarkis is all shaved and washed and sprawled nude across the sheets, rubbing his bare cheek against the silk. He groans, stretching out as far as he can, turning his face up to smile brightly at Reinhart.

I’m kind of glad you convinced me to do this. You have anything else planned?

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△ what do you fear most: becoming a monster or being forgotten by those who claim to love you most?

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character 

The latter.

Sarkis swallows hard at the thought, quiet a few moments. It’s something he thinks about a lot, actually - being a monster, that is.

I already am a monster, but - I think I fear other people recognizing it more than I do being one. I can’t be a monster and alone.