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Me: -watches ITM’s Whore music video and NYD’s Angel Eyes video-

Annie: I’m- Oh sweet- Fuck. Fuck me. I need a cold ass shower.

Me: You okay?

Annie: -having some serious dirty thoughts- Nope. Not at all. I’m the definition of not okay.

#sinfulmisfits #this is highly my fault #like highkey my fault #and I apologize #mostly to Xerath #but still #oops

“Annie, mon petit trésor, could you talk to me for a moment.”

Annaliese looked up from the book she had been cataloging for her hoard. A worn book with a dragonling and it’s mother on the cover. Something from a trip topside with a friend. “Is there something the matter, Mére?” The dragoness asked as she stood walking from her desk to where her mother stood in a more open area. Silver eyes glanced with worry over her mother, after all it was truly rare for her mother to seek her here.

“I....I’m concerned. Your sisters tell me you’ve been spending a lit of time with a certian Sin. I just....wish to be sure everything is alright. That you are alright.” Celina replied softly, as she looked up at her daughter.

Ah. She was worried about that. Not surprising really she supposed, but still the dragon wished her mother would trust her on this. Xerath meant no harm as far as she could tell. “I think your concern is slightly misplaced, Maman.” She answered softly. “Xerath has been nothing except a gentleman with me, truly. He’s been kind, and perhaps a bit playful when I got into a snowball fight with him last winter.” Her lips curved into a gentle smile at the memory, one filled with such laughter and childish choas. Most of her memories with Xerath were fond and cherished.

“Your not concerned it’s a mask? He’s the Sin of Lust, Annie.” Her Mother admonished softly.

Annaliese laughed, although the sound was almost bitter. “Its a thought, in the back of my mind, but I’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt. He hasn’t given me a reason not to.” She replied. “I trust him, if he breaks that it says more about him then me, Mama. He is....very dear to me. I very much hope he doesn’t end up being someone else.”

Celina looked over her daughter for a moment before she nodded. Her daughter seem to very much care for the Sin. She just hoped Annie wasn’t wrong, but if she was well. A Sin would have hell to pay.

#drabble #idk just something I wanted to right down #ic; annie #ic; celina #sinfulmisfits #since Xerath is mentioned

Annie: -sees Xerath’s fc on the dash-

Annie: Can he not? I’m trying to read.

Me: You are failing. You’ve been on the same page for like five minutes.

Annie: Shut up.

#annie you nerd #im laughing too hard at this #and she’s just like fuck you #sinfulmisfits #ic/ooc

bastardantichrist

@sinful-misfits I heard do it, did you?

sinful-misfits @bastardantichrist I believe so, lemme grab my laptop

//I brought this on my fucking self, but I’m sorry everyone tonights gonna be well

Full of hot dudes

And I’m sort of sorry

#someone pray for me and my muses #ooc #bastardantichrist #sinfulmisfits

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Wesley wasn’t quite sure why he felt this nervous.He had been around Nevien a number of times now and he could tell they were feeling something for each other. But then again maybe that was the issue. He hadn’t let himself ‘like’ anyone since his ex and he was frightened he would fall back into that kind of relationship again.

Wesley lit a cigarette as he wondered around his apartment waiting for Nevien to show up. He had some music playing in the background and something to eat and drink waiting for them. Sure he went to a little trouble to make sure this date was nice but to have someone in his apartment was a big deal to him. He worried about Nev’s reaction when he saw inside. Everything clean and minimal. Everything had its place and that exactly how it had to be all the time. Wes waiting standing before the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city with the most amazing view he was all too accustomed too.

#sinful-misfits #sinfulmisfits #wes chat #he has missed nev so much

wes/nevien

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Wesley sat with a drink in his hand, his eyes on the ice slowing moving in the glass. Not having been there for long but making sure he was there before Nevien. Something about selecting the seat, giving him some control over the... (date?) meeting, it seemed to calm his nerves. He had not been out with anyone in a long time. Nights spent with strangers but never letting it go any further than that. No wonder he was nervous. Hand clutching to the cold glass and swirling it a little so the ice clinked against the side through the honey coloured whiskey while he waited for the other male to arrive.