#slippedthebonds

[sarkisms]

"Are you sleeping okay?"

Your muse notices my muse is looking exhausted. Send “Are you sleeping okay?” to check up on them

Hmm?

Sarkis blinks blearily from his sunpatch on the floor, squinting up at the angel, absently petting at the kittens curled up and purring on his chest. He’s not quite asleep, but not entirely present either. It’s just a little disorienting.

... Not really. ‘S about the same as usual. Why?

[mournus]

"Fuck off. Puck's amazing."

Mac is given a stern look... that melts into a smile. “You’re amazin’.”

[mournus]

He nods. "I don't wanna be a dick."

Ronan chuckles and nuzzles into the other. “Should’ve thought of that before you bought a dog.”

[mournus]

"Fuck. If you ever don't like it with me then please tell me." There's a strange pleading in his eyes as he looks at Ronan.

“I always do. I promise I will.” Most of the time Mac knows anyway. Sometimes he gets carried away but Ronan believes he can pull himself back. He kisses him sweetly.

[mournus]

"It's not. It's awful. Sex is supposed to be enjoyed, not a fucking weapon." He's getting riled up now.

Ronan sniffles and closes his eyes for a second. “There’s nothin’ you can do, Mac.” he attempts to soothe the other by touching his jaw, “I enjoy it with you. More than I ever thought I could. I trust you.” 

[mournus]

"This has nothing to do with what I am and everything to do with how disgusting it is, what happened to you." He frowns.

“... I thought it was normal.” he shrugs and sits up with a sigh, “Sorry.” 

[mournus]

Well now he's confused. "Do what?"

“That... laugh. Look- it’s somethin’ that happened t’me an’... I get it must be hard for you bein’ what you are but it fucks me over still an’ there’s nothin’ I can do about that. I jus’ don’t want it to... mess with us as well.”

[mournus]

"Right. Just kind a pity." He chuckles, feeling pretty awkward now.

Ronan pauses. “Don’t do that.”