#vampanik

[builtofsin]

     “  absolutely not.  no.  ”   @vampanik​

[builtofsin]

     sometimes he forgets not to listen for a heartbeat.  other times,  he’s glad there isn’t one.  that it’s just silence,  as morbid as that sounds,  because  silence  is more comforting than monotonous noise.  especially this early in the morning.   “  magnus would be pissed,  ”   his eyes are still closed,  lips ghosting his when he speaks.  he shifts,  settles in a little more and  kisses him a second time.   “  apparently they’re not just  regular  sheets,  they’re  expensive  sheets  ––  whatever that means.  ”   @vampanik,  x.

[builtofsin]

     “  ––  simon.  your fangs are out.  what is that,  morning wood for  vamps?  ”   @vampanik​

[builtofsin]

     the kiss is greedier than he meant for it to be,  or at least  starts  that way.  it lapses into something else that escapes jace’s notice until he’s drawing away,  hand resting at the curve of simon’s neck.  as if this had always been a  thing.  he drops it with a furrow of his brow,  shifts positions to lay back again with an arm propped behind his head.   “  ––  full disclosure,  i seriously thought you were  joking.  ”   @vampanik

[builtofsin]

     “  you shut the door in church’s face.  that’s a cardinal sin.  ”   @vampanik​

[builtofsin]

     “  it’s nice––a lot cleaner than i expected.  that’s a plus.  ”   @vampanik​

[builtofsin]

     “  wh––why did you stop?  what are you doing?  ”   /  @vampanik

[builtofsin]

     “  ––  you are  really  bad at this.  i thought you said you’d been practicing.  ”   @vampanik​