#ymwren

[swcrdiisms-blog]

      there’s always been something entrancing about watching humans       dance. the effortless grace in their limbs, the control, the peace.       why he ended up here, he isn’t sure, but there’s one dancer in       particular that catches his interest, and refuses to let go, such that       the archangel finds himself following his feet as he endeavours to       meet him. ❝ i saw you perform, ❞ he says softly, a smile on his lips       ripe with sincerity and admiration. he never knows how to give       compliments; his displays of affection and admiraion are always       more physical, more intimate. ❝ you dance beautifully. ❞

@ymwren  ♥’d for a starter

[heavenblooded-blog]

“Are you lost? You look a little confused.”

@ymwren

[notmyjeepyoucreep]

( I have ninety minutes of time to actually do things, before my Day turns busy again. Anyone online and wants me?) 

[conclavewona-blog]

        she couldn’t help but blink at the older male. eyes glance down at his outstretched hand, nose scrunching up at the idea of dancing. clearing her throat, octavia forced herself to look at him, “ ---- i don’t dance. i ---- i don’t know how to “ she warns softly, but decides to place her own small hand within his. feet stumble as they begin to move, trying to stay in time but seemingly unable to. / @ymwren

[swcrdiisms-blog]

@ymwren : (cont from.)

[ sms ] wan me tu drnktext somene els?????!!W££?????

[ sms; wren️️ 💘 ] —— how much did you drink? [ sms; wren️️ 💘 ] —— i hope you’re having fun, whatever you’re doing

[swcrdiisms-blog]

[ press ] ( wren )

send one to see how my muse reacts

[ press ] to roughly push my muse against the wall. 

      he hadn’t figured wren would be the dominant type. so far      michael’s led most of their encounters, but desire pools in      his stomach as he’s pushed against the wall, the contact      rippling through muscle and sinew. he doesn’t peel his      back from the wall, but he leans his head forward, daring      to close the gap between him and wren, lips millimetres      from each other, tongue darting out in a challenge.  

@ymwren

[swcrdiisms-blog]

"No." (wren)

      ❝ no, what? ❞ he asks, frowning. ❝ no, don’t suck you off tonight?      no, don’t text the president nuclear launch codes? no, don’t move?      clarifcation’s nice, wren. ❞

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