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[bicolor-art]

OC poasting

[dahlingplease]

[image description: Pastel drawings of Binx Choppley's and Andhera's eyes from the front, cropped to only show eyebrows, some nose, and framing hair.

Andhera has deep black eyes and thinner eyebrows than Binx, who's eyebrows are thick and round, and who's eyes are bug like. Binx's eyes are blue, pink and purple.

Both are blushing, and look surprised.

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THEY KNEW THEY KNEW

[survdied]

arvo perks up, face flushing a light pink--he had been caught red-handed, it seems, with mitch's discarded jacket around his shoulders, he stammers to an awkward start, attempting to explain himself.

" it's, just--i got cold... " (nailed it.)

the day was chilly, but the work that mitch was doing ( lugging various materials to the greenhouse ) had caused him to work up a sweat -- so, his outer layer had been discarded a while ago, tossed to the side without thought.

work finished, mitch pauses, glancing about for his favourite jacket. not seeing it where he swears he left it, mitch cur- ses under his breath. " are you fuckin' kidding me, who the hell... " a variety of colourful words are added to this, mitch shaking his head with annoyance.

" alright, " he states, voice raised a bit as he throws an irritated glance around, " who the hell took my-- "

the words catch in his throat as his gaze alights upon the offender: arvo, the jacket draped around his thin shou- lders, sitting off to the side working on something of his own. mitch can't help the fondness that rises in his chest, anger immediately forgotten.

arvo speaks, and mitch finds himself fumbling for an answer, the frustration having disappeared and leaving him feeling...a little awkward. ( are those butterflies in his stomach? is his heart going a little too fast? god, arvo looks so cute, and-- )

" oh, uh-- " mitch fumbles for a mo- ment, words tripping over each other, and he shoves his hands into his pants pockets. " it's... it's cool. "

mitch feels heat rising to his cheeks -- why the fuck doesn't he mind arvo stealing his jacket?! if it had been anyone else, if he had seen literally anyone else pulling this shit, mitch is fairly certain he would have been on a war path. however, because it is arvo, because arvo looks so-- so-- ( cute ) cozy in his jacket, his cheeks flushed, awkwardness hanging over his frame...

" you're, uh. you're-- fine. you can borrow it. " mitch glances off to the side, feeling heat rising to his own cheeks, painting freckled skin a faint red. " i just, uh. ...was wonderin' where it went. keep it as long as you like. "

[drgnbld-arch]

steven wraps his arms around lance’s hips from behind. “good morning.”

UNPROMPTED ASKS / always accepting. @rarestones.

consciousness barely begins to gently coax lance back into reality as the feeling of warming weight settles around his hips. he registers the contact, however, and soon his own joins to rest on top of steven's, fingers entwining upon the gentle touch - his own body relaxing further back into steven's chest where the two now laid. rest ( within a bed as comfy as this) wasn't something lance had often so whenever the opportunity arose, such as this moment, it takes him far longer to wake up properly, giving his actions and voice a softer edge to them than usual.

" good morning, " words are but a quiet mumble, head twists slowly to peck a kiss onto steven's shoulder. " sleep well? "

[twistingdeception-a]

the absolute galaxy brain of @hivebody and me to ship all consuming and maddening love 😔