#themightydestroyer

[xdarkmessiahx]

@fxlsworth 

“You could have left it at ‘we’re a complete mess’.” Helmut glanced up from his egg whites and toast to give his friend a jokingly-condescending grin. “A contemporary tale of star-crossed lovers. And you’ve even got the whole ‘dying tragically’ bit out of the way.” He stirred his fork around his place pensively. “Roger has been a bit...fragile, as of late, even before the break-up. More defensive and angry. I would advise you not take it too personally.”

[notmadeofsteel-blog]

@themightydestroyer

          “ My deepest apologies. I don’t think we’ve met. My landing was a bit rough ! It wasn’t my fault. I have a habit of being thrown. “

[xdarkmessiahx]

@themightydestroyer​ from here

Helmut had never been a particularly deep sleeper. His mind had always been far too active even in his dreams to let him slip into those places where people lost contact with reality. So, when he felt the ticklish heat of Roger’s nose rubbing against his neck, he shivered himself awake and found himself fully enwrapped in his friend’s slumbering embrace and smiled to himself. He cracked open an eye and shifted slightly to stretch his back, giving Roger’s backside a playful couple of pats. “I know you’re awake.”

[xdarkmessiahx]

@themightydestroyer

Why did he keep coming back here?

Helmut stood motionless in front of the familiar front door, sweating more from anxiety than from the not-inconsequential heat of early summer. Stuck between knocking and turning around, the Baron simply stared at the sturdy frame and wondered to himself why he found it necessary to inevitably return to this place. It bordered on instinctual how his subconscious drove him to this position over and over again, and for what? To be somewhere familiar, or even safe? No, because then why would he leave? 

To see him again?

Helmut shook his head to dispel the thought. Of course it was the case. He knew it, and it was likely that he did as well. And that burned deeply in his chest, knowing that one person could bend him to his will and Helmut would simply ask for more. A cool breeze blew gently across Helmut’s back, causing him to shiver. Was it worth it to be here again? Was that feeling of security, empathy...even love...

Suddenly, Helmut’s knuckles were against the door. 

[fxlsworth]

“Please stop, we’re in public.”

[xdarkmessiahx]

Brian/Helmut/Roger for the ship meme, if still doing

Leave a ship in my ask and I'll reply only with an emoji

😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 😍 - otp 

[you act like I don’t think about this ship on pretty much a daily basis.]

[xdarkmessiahx]

(Дﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ): When they are surprised by somebody do they physically jump? Scream?

[Helmut is a jumper, usually with his hand going to his hip for a phantom gun or knife. Though it does still take a bit to startle him in any meaningful way. He tends to take life with a bit of haughty disdain, and that usually sucks the spontaneity out of most situations. If truly caught off guard, he will slip into his native tongue for a swear or two.]

[fxlsworth]

@themightydestroyer

Phone held to his ear, for once actually worried the other might not pick up. He hold the sigh of relief until after the call.

“Say Roger, how are things? I thought I’d call rather than have you break in again.” There was a little laugh at that, Brian thought it funny even if the other might not have. He’d keep the more serious questions about Castle Masada until he had a feel if this would be civil or not. Brian was going to put the effort in either way, after all he did miss having Roger around and unlike the war, this was his own fault.