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“And I said, It's about a girl who is very vulnerable. She's been fucked over a few times. Then she meets some guy who's really sensitive... But he already jumped on that dicks-train.“ Vic tilted his head to look at the tattoo progressively emerging on his right shoulder, “See, what I’m talking about? Working with the people, who don’t see a difference between a lady and a whore. I’m not a white knight myself, but this is just irritating.”
@seduxisti (Harley)
“You're not blind, you’ve just got blood in your eyes.” Vic pressed a piece of gauze to the deep cut on Ioan's forehead and tugged at his elbow, “Come on, let's go to the bathroom and wash your face. How did you manage to fall like this? You're lucky your eyes are intact.”
@drasiediau
“I don't like alarms, Dr. Morgan.” Vic said this in that specific tone, he haven't used while speaking to Henry in a pretty long time. In the moment he wasn't just Vic who came to visit his lover, he was a man that usually stayed outside when he entered the other's house from the front frontor the back door. “If I knew, you changed the alarm system, I wouldn't came, I would wait for the morning.”
@aeternitasintricatae
@flos-venenosa || From HERE
Vic hugged her as she clung to him, his lips touched the line of her hair. “Are you sure it was him?” It was a rhetorical question, of course, she was sure. He never saw her ex-husband, but Charity knew the man well. If she was saying, he came after her, it meant he did. “Okay, okay, calm down,” he laced his fingers through her hair massaging the back of her head gently, “I will not let him hurt you. You are safe here, do you hear me? I will handle this.” In fact, he saw only one way to handle this once and for all, but it was about Charity. Vic could carry the burden of another murder, but if there was a chance to spare her from living with it, he would take it.
@a-vulparia || From Here
He lusted her so badly, he almost choked on this feeling, but he didn't want her to see his face, didn't want her to look in his eyes and see there what he's been doing away from her. He would love to leave it outside, but it was a part of him, a part he was still afraid to show her. Teasing her clit he enjoyed how she moaned and squirmed in his arms. His mind began to fly away from another sounds he inflicted for many hours there, where he couldn't think about her. His middle finger slid inside her easily searching for the sweetest spot what wasn't so hard. He wanted to make her cum the first time before taking her properly, wanted to hear her begging him and didn't care what this was saying about his mental.
@aeternitasintricatae
“Am I not too late?“ Vic walked in with the small plastic bag in his hand. “You know, missing birthdays is one of my numerous bad habits. So, uhm... This is for you. Scarfs do not happen much, right?”
He took the scarf out of the bag and wrapped it around Henry’s neck. “I understand nothing in this stuff, hope, this one is not too artsy for you.“
@a-vulparia || From HERE
“You are beautiful,” Vic leaned closer and kissed her lips. She smelled like flowers now, and he thought it was better than any perfume, besides he thought that she smelled like a goddess without any peffume, especially in bed.
He set his hands on her waist and pulled her to himself looking in this face framed in the nature he wasn't really accustomed to. “My dad once brought a huge bouquet of flowers home, apparently was making amends for something. I had a nasty flu and stayed home all day. My mum taught me to play the piano, but that day my head was so heavy, she found a way to distract me by making flower crowns. We ruined all the dad's gift, don't know what made her more happy, my smile or this.” It was probably the first real story he told Charity about himself.
@a-vulparia || From HERE
“Don’t wait for revelations, I’m not a porn star,“ he grinned at her and took a drag, “It was the alley behind the bar. I was so drunk, I didn’t even remember how we get there, but I remember thinking, gosh, if someone goes out and call the police, then I’m really screwed. But that was fun.“ He thought if he should mention that it definitely couldn’t be the same bar, Charity frolicked in the bathroom.
