#river-lastro

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Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes PLEASE | noFavorite thing about them: amazing way of doing everything, so very patient, phat ass, generally just a big ol joy to hang out withLeast favorite thing about them: why wont u look me in the eyes when we make love

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I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. (he already is) • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

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Satursday

    x river-lastro x

The graceful shadow that the form of his body contours on the floor is englufed by cheerful light, as the rays of sun slip through the window to envelop everything in their arms of warmth and coziness. He moves instinctually through the room, with silent, careful moves. The subtle aroma of coffee paints a ginger, darling grin upon his features that fall harmoniously into a calm, stoic expression that truly represents him. His fingers are used to the edges of the package, the curve of the spoons, familiarity is written all over his fingerprints while he touches recipients and brushes against counters, opens drawers and settles mugs on the counter afront of him. A small sound steals his attention, his head faintly turning to his side to see Rocky waiting patiently, with a friendly air around him.

"Time to eat, hm?" he mutters, throwing a glance to the clock and then starting to feed all the animals, excepting Miel who is still, most probably, cuddled against Riverno's hair, breathing in the same pace as him. The fugitive thought rises warmth that comes in waves and inundate his chest, causing his lips mutter a childish, pleased smile. He can practically see the way the small cat is hidden in the curly locks of his lover - since the brunet fell asleep before for the dampness of his hair to disappear completely. He can feel the velvety texture of the author's lips moving in a slow, langurous rhythm against his own, against the skin of his neck and down his chest. If he closes his eyes his nostrils are filled with the dim fragrance that he carries with him, combined with the smell of melon from the dessert they had a night before's dinner.

Conscience pushes him back next to the stove, to finish prepare the coffee, as Pepper - who always finishes the first his food - starts to play around his legs. There is an infirm noise, a light sound of thumps and as Akari turns his head he can take now into Riverno's whole appearance. His russet eyes are still hidden under his sleepy lids as he cuddles almost instinctually the small cat against his cheek. His steps are rather unbalanced, but his posture as elegant as ever and, for a second, the doctor's mind is dominated by the idea that he's a lucky man. The dark strands seem ruffled by Eol in a childish attempt of the god to make those curls look bad; little does know Eol about Riverno and how perfect he can look; even more when his imperfections are shown clearly. Or so thinks Akari.

"Good morning." The mumble of the blond is more than intimate, is low and almost unsaid; but it brings to River's lips a tender curve as he approaches and Akari comes to welcome him. Miel is given into care to Pepper who starts to mock the small cat, causing her to hiss a few times sleepily. Meantime, the brunet throws his arms around Akari's neck, the doctor receiving the gesture with a breathy, airy laugh, that is almost inaudible as he muffles his face into the other's neck. His lips press gently against the tan skin and a mellow kiss is desposited there, prompting the brunet to quietly chuckle and hum idly with his eyes yet closed.

They stay ike this a few moments, letting the sounds of the morning condiment the silence; only breaths that fall into rhythmic exhales and inhales and birds chirping; a whisper that is hidden by rich lips before to place loving kisses; the meowing of a cat. Akari holds the man in his arms, not even caring if Riverno decided to go back to sleep; there is a peaceful feeling enveloping his heart and mind, inflaming in him so much love and care and kindness; so many unknown whispers that susurrate to him to hold closer River, to kiss him again, love him more. But before he can agree to the whispers within his soul, the author makes a move and finaly he can meet the crystals that are made of dark chocolate and always allure him to not resist to this avalanche of sensations.

"Mornin'..." There's a quick smile that runs upon the line of River's lips before he can lean closer and kiss his lover, languidly, long and tender. Not a morning kiss; not even a night kiss; just a kiss that actually might be able to explain all the emotion Akari stirs in him. A sound that resembles a purr is extracted out of the doctor's chest as he lets his fingers inspect the refined lines of the other's body. Under the fabric of the shirt, he can feel muscles moving, shivering as he imprints the author with his enamored touches.

"You made coffee," escapes through the writer's petals in a short huff as soon as their lips part and their foreheads glue together. Akari makes a sound in place of a reply, nodding softly as he closes his eyes, inhaling and exhaling with a sigh.

"Today it's Satursday, darlin'... You don't have urgent work, either." The words that depart from River's lips are coated in reassurance and mold after Akari's cheeks as the brunet grazes his smile against the fair skin.

"I know. And I don't want to lose one single minute, so please indulge me." The reply is escorted by an affectionate tug at his lips and a stare that is both seductive and patient. River does not riposte, only offers an imperceptible chuckle, amusement inflaming his gaze in soft glistens, and then presses his cheek upon his adored doctor's one, arms leisurely embracing the man.

And between chaste pecks and hushed caresses, Akari's mind can only mutter that he is a truthfully lucky man.

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◦ Oh loneliness ◦

    My first memory from my childhood is a stormy, rainy night with horns of cars attacking me and surrounding me and with my tired whines reverberating against my skull. I was scared. Very scared. But I keep this memory dearly.

   It was this noisy, rainy night I have met my master. Firstly, he scared me away as well. His giant shadow seemed to try to engulfe me, to swallow me entirely, until my desperate cries would be silented. But then, in the buzzing, trembling light of a street lamp I met his eyes which were filled with concern and patience and something that I could not define then; and, trust me, reader, I am a good judge of character. I am a dog, after all.

    This gentle stranger became my master; and I became for him Nieve. My first night in my home is somehow a blurry memory; but I can remember how frightened I was by Courage; and how good food tasted; and how, after bathing me, my master snuggled me in bed with him. The next day I smelt like a petunia; well, not really. I smelt like mint and strawberries and wine. Because this is my master's scent. When I woke up, I saw all my new friends — family, pardon me. Courage - who is really nice, in fact - says we are a family; that we are brothers; I have even sisters. Miel and Cenicienta; do I have to explain that my master can find the most beautiful names?

    Oh! Name. Yes, my master's name is River. Uhum, River; when he firstly presented himself to me I almost chuckled — such a cute name he has. But the rest of the pack was serious. Especially Bolívar. He still scares me sometimes. Oh, but about my family another time, not now. Now let's talk about my master.

    He is very clumsy sometimes; and forgetful; and has the dumbest habits. I don't even know how he survived without me until now. Oh, my poor life... But you know what? Master is very strong; very caring; sweet — I licked him so I know. He sometimes becomes very sad and that thing from his eyes seems to overtake his gaze. Then we all go to him and start to bark or simply cuddle him until he laughs and smiles and is his naïve self again. As far as I know from Rocky, my master's family disappeared. When I heard that, I started to love my master very much. So he understood all of us; we all remained without families or help. Some of us don't ever remember if they have ever had families before master. All I know is that I was all alone and he took me into his family; tended to me, fed me, gave me even a name.

    One cold evening, my master announced that we would have a guest shortly. I knew he could be very sweet; clumsy; forgetful; but when he arranged his hair and his clothes; when he put on perfume and a composed smile... Master became truly beautiful. As I was pushed outside by Courage's paw, I stared back, somehow concerned for the human I was leaving behind. But I needed to trust my master, as Winston said to me. Our guest, I was to find later, was a stern looking man, who didn't seem too friendly to me. Pepper - this careless idiot - was the first to interact with him. He wasn't clumsy like master; he didn't seem forgetful; nor did he act like my master; so different. And yet master stared at him with the same look full of affection he had for us. He acted like this strange human was part of our family. I soon learnt his name is Doctor — or so my master called him. I didn't know what is a doctor until Lobo explained me with his reserved attitude. Oh...

    This man who was so different from my master and smelt so not sweet was a saver. He saved people. From all kind of diseases. I wondered why would master need him. It is true he can get sad sometimes; but weren't we there every time to lick his face and make him laugh? Suddenly I was intrigued. The dogs seemed to get along with him — especially Rocky and Pepper. Even Bolívar, who hardly likes people — I think is something related to his past. Anyway, even Bolívar was taking a liking to him, seeing how dominant he could be some times and how easily he could relax my master.

    And master... Wasn't he smiling too much? I even got worried for him. He started crying tears of happiness; I repeat myself when I say I wonder how he survived before I appeared. And we all tried to make him laugh; Winston was the first to try to cheer him up. But then Doctor distracted his atention. And then I understood. Doctor - the stern looking man who was not so sweet as my master - carried in his eyes the same longing glistening. Than undefined feeling that I got when I looked into my master's eyes; miss. They both missed something. They were both lonely, without family and without love. My concern was long forgotten now. You would have to be an idiot - or my master - to not notice how loving Doctor was looking at him; how gently he held his hand; how sweetly he talked to him; what smiles and glances full of adoration blossomed within his expression when he was close to master.

    And I understood then that Doctor could fix the loneliness of the master.

    He was part of the family now, as Applesauce said. Master tended to him, fed him and even gave him a name. And I had nothing against it. Because, indeed, Doctor cured master's loneliness and sadness. He made master happy.

    Oh, well, that is all about my master and Doctor. Right now, I think I will go to sleep, because master is too busy with Doctor to give me attention. They drink coffee; made by Doctor.

    Hmm... I may have something against Doctor being part of our family, actually...

    He steals my precious master's attention. Not fair, Doctor! I saw him first!

|{ HAHAHA MY LIFE IS DESTROYED HERE Have this drabble, you destroyer of lives river-lastro AND I HATE YOU This is all. ^^ * cries silently while smiling * 

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"Tch..." Tadamusa sighed, feeling a little bit stressed because of his job. He would walk outside and smoke, but he didn't have his cigarettes with him. Thankfully he was on his break, so he started to head over to the small cafe that was located in the hospital. After he got there, he pulled out some money and ordered himself a coffee.

While waiting, he tapped his fingers against the counter until he got his coffee. "Ah, Thanks." The lady that was working there gave him the coffee and in return, he gave her the money to pay for it.

He held the coffee with his right hand and turned around, only to stop when he felt someone bumping into him, making him spill his coffee on his own shirt. "...God damn it." He cursed and glared at the person who just bumped into him. "Watch where you're going."