#that touch

[loustat-0]

Unpacking this moment for myself : dreamstat waiting for Louis to sit first and he didn't until Louis faintly caressed his arm to let him know it's okay to sit down before him . (Which could mean this is also something else Louis repressed about Lestat , sitting after Louis sits)

[fofi42]

THAT touch

Taskmaster s18e06 SPOILERS

[nattaphum]

Why does Mile ask Apo how to say ^work^ in english when he has Bible right next to him lol

Lol indeed

but this was cute affff so im glad he didnt ask bible ahahah

[nagel0r]

[lunaetis]

@alfrodulls asked :

with a graceful fluidity, his hands sought for her, fingers intertwining like constellations aligning in the night sky. his breath synchronized with hers, anticipation hung heavy in the air, and finally their lips met. their lips, soft and yielding, met in a dance that whispered of both vulnerability and power.

kisses. || always accepting

─「エデン」─  the feel of his digits filling the gaps between her own brought a sense of comfort and longing all in one. his fingers were dainty and fragile compared to her own, so much that THE TRAILBLAZER almost feared bruising such delicate hand if she wasn't careful. hers had always been calloused and rough, hands of a warrior and a FIGHTER. yet, when their hands intertwined like this, she couldn't resist curling her own fingers over his protectively, preciously, like she was handling the most IMPORTANT TREASURE someone like her could lay a hand on.

                gaze fell, golden hues turned to a half-lidded as the distance between them shortened. even a split second felt too long over the feel of his breath mingling with hers. eden almost felt her own breath caught in her lungs, heart ramming against its ribcage as though demanding to be let out. or was it simply calling for its owner who was coming in such close proximity ?

                she could get herself lost in those blue eyes of his. like the sky, like the depth of the ocean, pulled deeper, sink downwards, drowning in them.

                even the sound of his NAME didn't make it past her gaping lips before the distance between them was gone. was it her who surrendered into it, letting him devour her completely, or was it her who was the one taking in his taste until there was nothing left ? she wasn't sure, but it didn't matter at the moment. gloved digits curled tighter around his hand, instinctively pulling him CLOSER in yearn. not enough, not enough.

                the kiss was so soft, the taste of his lips and tongue addicting, almost intoxicating. if she could get lost in his eyes, then she could get drunk on his taste. his lips tender and pure, yet thick and heavy in its own hunger that matched her own growing need. sweet, sweet, sweet. like honey, like fine wine. one drop is hardly enough, one kiss is hardly enough.

                it felt like eternity until their lips parted, until they pulled away from each other in search for air. gold met celeste and their breathings were uneven, their hearts matching in rhythm. she refused to let go of their connected hands, head tilting as her nose brushed close to his, barely touching, breath warm. insatiable.

                one more.

                this time, she was the one who closed the distance between them.

                once is not enough.

[tobin-yeeth]

KELLEY. O’HARA.

[austerulous]

◈   @umtplex​ asked:  ❛ what calms your muse down after a bad day? [ Anri!!! ] ❜  //  character headcanons

—  anri

Less of a what and more of a who – Horace.  He was always the more level-headed of the two, with Anri being more prone to emotional upheaval and doubt, and they have been together for just about as long as she can remember at this point.  I headcanon that the children of the Cathedral of the Deep acted as acolytes and were forced into domestic servitude, before ultimately being sacrificed to Saint Aldrich.  During this time, Anri and Horace used stolen moments together to tell each other stories, to imagine they were somewhere else, that they had a future.  It was a very childish and sweet form of escapism, and Anri fell in love with the cadence of her friend’s voice.  Of course Horace’s timbre deepened in the years after they evaded the clutches of the man-eater, but its spell on Anri never broke – and always there were stories.  Whatever corner of the world they found themselves in, however dire or miserable their circumstances, they would talk as darkness fell, and the horrors of the day would lose some of their sharp edges.  At least until Horace’s voice was stolen from him, when his tongue was carved from his mouth.

After that, communication was through hand signals, and touch became far more significant.  At some point, they fell into a habit whereby Horace would spend part of the evening – circumstances permitting – brushing his fingers through Anri’s hair, gently weaving it into braids.  While capable of doing this herself, there is something steadying and soothing in feeling her friend’s touch.  It’s a reminder that they are still together, that they have survived another day, that she is not yet alone.