#speckledbodt

[celupus]

ribbons-skirts-and-scars speckledbodt thehuntressofthenight ofwolfism fullmetal infirmxs

      → ☾ "I need y'ah to pretend to be my significant other so that we can get the two for one deal on the restaurant down the street. Y'ah know, the nice one, the one with the fancy bread? Yeah, the one that normally costs thirty just to sit. Yeah, lets go." The werewolf said, holding his hand out and wiggling his fingers. This was a rare chance. ☽ ←

[sawakool]

                  speckledbodt

               ` ohhhh--- how did you do that ? ? that was so cool ! `

          she exclaimed, her jaw dropping upon seeing the              other's actions ( though it was easy to impress her ).              he could have done anything and she would still be              amazed by it.

[uisim]

  ❝ Aish, isn't this studying thing hard...? Oh, I know! Let's      take a break and go out onto the pitch and      play some soccer for a while! ❞

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Marco sleepily stumbled into the kitchen. He'd only woken up a couple minutes ago and he was.. A bit groggy. But not so much so as to not take notice in the empty space next to him in bed. He spotted the man who had been missing in action cooking something on the stove. The taller of the two clumsily maneuvered his way over to him, wrapping his arms around bare shoulders. "Mornin'" He mumbled, pressing his lips to the back of the other's neck.

Jean was humming softly cooking their breakfast as he made his way around the kitchen; dancing around to his music { Freaks by Timmy Trumpet & Savage } before being startled out of it by a pair of arms around his shoulder, but he doesn’t mind, he just leans back with his hands against Marco’s. 

“Good morning, dear. I see someone is tired.. Did you sleep well?”

[uncoeurbrave]

speckledbodt

Marco cast his eyes downwards.. He loved Jean.. He loved him  more than anything in the world.. But what if staying with him  resulted in getting him hurt.. Would it be worth it?

Nothing was worth getting the person he cared for most hurt.

“Jean.. If I stay, you’ll get hurt.. I can’t have that.. I wouldn’t..  I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let something happen to you..  It’d be unbearable..” He mumbled softly. His heart was slowly cracking  and chipping away.. This hurt..

His lip trembled.. It was hard for him to even speak. “Listen..  You know I love you.. I love you so much.. That’s why you  shouldn’t be around me. I’ll bring you down.. and you know it,” 

Jean couldn't believe his ears as Marco spoke.. He couldn't believe his ears, honestly. He loved the handsome brunet as much and for as long as he could remember, and hearing him say these things was bringing startling thoughts to mind.

Jean couldn't imagine not having Marco by his side.

"Do I look like I'm hurt right now..? Baby, it'd hurt me if you leave.. I couldn't care less if something happens to me, I just want to be with you.." Came a brittle whisper, the wounded blond trying to not break.

"I love you too Marco.. More then anything.. that's why we need to stay strong, and stay together.. I love you so much; l'amour, that's..  that's why i'm staying.. you're not going to bring me down, how could you?"

[aetherialauxilium]

{ ☤ }——-       speckledbodt entered the infirmary                                                      ——-{ ☤ }

     Braeleigh glanced up at the freckled soldier from the files she had spread haphazardly across her desk. 

     "Good afternoon," she greeted warmly. "Something I can help you with?"

[baby-comet]

♪ <3 <3 <3

Undone- Haley Reinhart

It had been a few days since their fight, the fight that left them both alone, a fight that seemed to be the last straw for both of them. Jean doesn't even know how it started, but what he did know was that by the end of the night, Marco had his stuff packed and he was on his way to his friends house. It had broke Jean, knowing that he fucked up enough that he had lost Marco, possibly forever. He was beside him for the first two days, bursting into tears every time he crossed the threshold to their room, every time he even thought of Marco, but it slowly died down into a burning sadness that consumed him, but he was able to still function properly. Until tonight. He lied in the middle of their bed, their  comforter wrapped around his body, and his phone pressed to his ear, just needing to hear Marco's voice again. It rang twice before he picked up, and Jean had to sniffle to compose himself. "S-sorry. I'm really a mess right now." He said with a dry, sad laugh.