@speaksghost hit that ❤💋
“Are you okay?” He did not look okay, but what did she know about stability? Debatable, really.
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@speaksghost hit that ❤💋
“Are you okay?” He did not look okay, but what did she know about stability? Debatable, really.
@speaksghost liked for a starter !
It takes her a minute to realize who he was. She doesn’t have the liberty of recognizing his features from their childhood, she hasn’t seen a face since she lost her sight all those years ago. “...Klaus? “
he has been staring at the smith - moore mountain for twenty minutes, she doesn’t blame him though ---- it’s far more imposing than the mountain to the south. it’s less safe and more gory in it’s history. it’s an omen of bad things. a monument to the wretched of this town. ❛ you know the diner’s got a good view of the place and some decent food, yeah? ❜ ruby pipes up a few feet away, her hands clutched in front of herself as her eyes watch him carefully. ❛ did you lose someone? ❜ // @speaksghost: sc.
fizve answers ;
speaksghost: "Toxic masculinity ruins the party again."
five turns to look at klaus with knitted brows. upstairs, the door to luther’s room slams hard enough to resonate down the hall. ❝ that’s a bit harsh, ❞ he says. passive disapproval. eyebrows lift, his look says oh well and it is what it is. ❝ but not untrue, i suppose. he is being a little overly dramatic. ❞
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@speaksghost
@speaksghost said: "You ate all my chips."
❝Take a moment to think about that sentence.❞ He said, slightly annoyed by the accusation. ❝Do I eat food? You ate them yourself, probably. I’m dead. I can’t enjoy food, even if I wanted to.❞ He pointed out.
❝I would have eaten them if I could. But, you don’t exactly keep me tangible, either so I literally can’t.❞
@speaksghost is trying to be a good boyfriend: ✬ Making them their favorite hot beverage.
He woke slowly to the smell of coffee. Odd, since he was staying in a hotel, and though it did have a coffee maker, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out those posh Keurig machines. He could use a smartphone, had become considerably more adept at navigating the internet, although he refused to use Uber or Lyft. Chas would murder him straight away if he did. He’d listened to him rant and rave more times than he could count. Hundreds of punters playing cabbie with scanty background checks and rubbish pay to boot.
The point was, it was kind of sad that he couldn’t figure out a bloody coffee machine. Clearly someone had, though, and he was powerfully intrigued. Maybe the concierge service was just that good. He’d certainly paid enough money to expect it even ironically.
He was...surprised when he padded out the bedroom to find Klaus fussing in the kitchenette that was as spacious as any flat’s. John blinked, surprised. He’d rented out the room for a week just to spend time with him in comfort. They had one more night. John would be getting on a plane back to London tomorrow morning. He’d asked Klaus to come with him. John had expected him to be gone because of it, honestly.
“G’mornin’,” John greeted softly as he hugged him from behind and kissed the nape of his neck. “Ta f’the coffee. Couldn’t suss that contraction f’the life o’ me.”
@speaksghost said: "None of it is your fault."
“ ‘s always me fault, luv. That’s wot comes wi’ this responsibility, yeah? AIn’t no one else gonna do it, so when I fuck up, it’s on my head.”
😳💝💘
What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship?
To be honest, I’ve never invested much thought in that sort of thing. I’m not even sure John measures things that way. If I had to venture a guess though, I’d say the ones when he was younger and more of a reckless, thoughtless dick.
Does my muse like Valentine’s Day?
Nah. I mean, maybe. Depends on if he’s with someone who’s into it.
What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?
Mostly showing concern over the other person’s wellbeing. He also gives fantastically thoughtful gifts.