#starauros

[askku-chan]

advice? ((Star must be desperate XD))

meme

“Relationships? Don’t.”

[asicklydreamdemon]

"I made you some hot chocolate."

Winter Starters

“Thank you Star!” He grinned happily as he accepted the mug of hot chocolate from her. “It’s too cold outside lately, it’s nice to have something warm to drink.”

[asicklydreamdemon]

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accidental affectionsend me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them

Nightmare wasn’t sure quite sure how they had ended up in such a position, but here they were on the floor, Star on top and him underneath her probably cushioning her fall. The dream demon’s head seem to spin for a few seconds before he regained focus, and to his surprise he met almost face to face with the outsider.

[benn-beckman-blog]

dog or cat

// Mun vs Muse. Now. Give me a topic and we’ll argue maturely over it. //

Benn still lays in my arms, face hidden in the crook of my neck. His breath is warm against my skin and I actually don’t want to move, but after ten minutes of having a nearly 2m-man laying on top of me I have to admit he gets pretty heavy. Too much muscles... I mean not that I mind, but hell, this man is not light.

“Benn...” I ask and he groans, without moving. To be honest it more feels like he puts extra effort into clinging onto me. He probably just doesn’t want to stand up. But he is heavy! “Move!”

Hands find their way under my back and again I get turned over, now lying on top of him. A sigh escape my lips, because this is way more comfortable. Placing my hands on his chest I push myself into a sitting position and look at my desk. My laptop happily blinks and I groan. Too far to reach it. Damn.

Hips buckle and I nearly fall off the man, who apparently feels better cause he grins up at me mischeviously. “If you want to answer those asks you better get up,” he says and I groan again, slapping him lightly on the chest and make my way over to the desk, to get the laptop with me on my bed. It’s placed next to Benn’s head and I find my spot on his stomach again.

“I always thought Shanks’ like a cat, but you’re too,” he says while I open tumblr and look through my inbox. So many messages I never answered... urg.

“Shanks is worse,” I shoot back and Benn laughs, rubbing my thighs. It feels good and somehow I can’t come around to purr.

“Really?” he doubts me and I turn to face him. He had done this intentionally.

“Dumbass!”

Another laughter follows, his hands back where they belong, though I wouldn’t have minded ongoing strokes. Maybe I’m really a cat... just a little.

“But I’m your dumbass,” he conters and I shake my head. If I’m a cat... or well if Shanks is a cat, Benn is the dog. Always coming back, always loyal, sometimes playful but giving everything for the people he loves.

“Yes you are.”

[unsurpassed]

"Ahh, that explains it. I knew the swordsman part, but I figured you were retired or something... since you spend so much time on your island and seem to really dislike visitors."

@starauros

“I don’t dislike all visitors,” though he did prefer privacy, “but I can’t say I’d enjoy the company of a woman as ill-mannered as you are.”