#youcancallmesiradler

[imreallyjustanactor]

My favorite regular— what can I do for you tonight?” (maybe an AU?)

Rich blushed. The young actor was still very nervous everytime he met Ian. "I... Just take me... however you want.. and maybe some tea after that.."

[pickamuse-anymuse]

Closed Rp || youcancallmesiradler || Amdusias and Ian

      Amdusias often played or sang at clubs or bars to get a little extra money to help keep his pet store afloat. Usually, he'd just play a few songs and leave the stage, go home, and sleep, but tonight he noticed a man watching him intently.

      Throughout the show, he watches the other, but not in a way to raise suspicion as to him staring at one person in particular. He allowed his eyes to wonder every now and then so nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

      After the show, Amdusias leaves the borrowed guitar on the stage and walks out of the bar. He does notice, after a while, that he is being followed and turns to face the man from before, "Is there something I can do for you?"

[imreallyjustanactor]

"Do you love me?"

"I.. Is that so wrong?" Rich looked up, didn't know if those feelings were allowed.

[imreallyjustanactor]

"Richard? Come along. The plane is leaving."

Rich ran up to him. "yes.. sorry.. sir.. I.. I was just looking at the books.."

[madammoriarty-blog]

"Stop threatening anyone I talk to!"

"I'll threaten anyone I like thank you. And if you aren't careful, you'll be next, and this time I won't hesitate with my bloody knife."

[the-woman-who-died]

"Ireeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Ian whined and flopped into the woman's lap. "Pay attention to meeee."

Irene looked down at the man who suddenly flopped down to lay in her lap. "You think i'm ignoring you darling? oh i'm sorry" she said leaning down to kiss him sweetly.

youcancallmesiradler

[cicatrixetfracturam]

a peace offering || youcancallmesiradler

This was bullshit. Horse Crap. Cow Manure.      Every kind of fucking shit that existed. Complete and utter shite.

Severin had spent his entire life preparing to be Pack Alpha, the last few years specifically tailing his father in the hope that he would be just as great when he took over. Admittedly, when he would take over it would have likely been after his fathers death, something that would happen over the territorial war that was-      or he supposed had happened over the last few years.

Finally, that, and the needless deaths had stopped.

He supposed he would have been happy if he wasn't the fucking peace prize that the two packs had agreed upon.      Yes his father had told him that being a good leader meant sacrifice, but      it was all well saying that when he wasn't going to be... well whatever he      was going to be for their fucking rivals.

So now here he was, the seventeen year old never-would-be-pack-leader, standing with his head held high, sarcastically saying,

     " of course, I've just been dying to spend time round your lousy pack "

[joanwatsonwearsjumpers]

"You said you loved me."

"I was drunk. I’ve got trust issues! I’m also sorry. I-I think I could mean it."