#||ginger love

[ericbrandonrp]

Sorry [ you choose muse bc I chose pain ]

Send me ‘Sorry’ and my muse will fill out a formal apology form for yours

@corxunum

[ericbrandonrp]

@corxunum

And oh my love Am I loud enough Can you hear me where you are Cause I won’t let go of the heart I know I see your smile in an open door As you wait for me and my return With my feet her on this foreign goil You know I’d walk those thousand miles So you and I We could be Be together now Oh my love

[ericbrandonrp]

Cute baby, cute red hair! A shame that I'm gonna get the authorities to take her away from you. Which is gonna end your relationship with that redhead nurse. I'll make your life miserable.

Send my muse creepy messages on anon! Scare the shit out of them!

“Make me loife miserable an’ you won’t have a loife a’ all. Stay the fuck ‘way from us. Wha’ d’ye wanna do, anyway? They’ll see how carin’ her mother is, how good she’s taken care of - they won’t do shite.”

[ericbrandonrp]

Anonymous asked: 🎞️ + how much do you wanna make things work with Nika and Rosie?

Send 🎞️ + a question and my muse will wordlessly reply to it only using a (GIF)icon of themself

[ericbrandonrp]

@the-storm-within-me​ asked: 💋

Send 💋 to kiss my muse || accepting: NO

Oh, the perks of being a good cook! Not only did he receive multiple moans from Nika’s side (admittedly turning him on a bit...), but also compliments that surely lifted his spirits after everything that had happened in the past months. And then the best part, when Eric put the plates and cutlery in the sink (the dishwasher still being out of order): he felt soft lips being pressed on his cheek.

A broad smile curved up his own lips as he turned to face Nika. Only a moment later he pulled her into a full kiss. They didn’t need words to communicate.

[ericbrandonrp]

@the-storm-within-me​ asked: Nika looks out on the snowy street in front of her New York apartment, holding Rosie on her arm. This time of year always is a little melancholic. She kisses the girl's flaming hair before half turning to Eric. "One day I wanna celebrate Christmas in Vienna with you." Her tone is soft, calm, sincere. "Go to the markets, drink Punch, buy our Rosie a cheesy Sisi snowglobe." A wistful smile appears. "I do like kitsch from time to time. Don't judge."

“No’ judgin’.” He is. “We be’er be careful with tha’, though...don’t want her to become a fan’f tha’ ole tart.” His arms are wrapped around Nika’s middle from behind her, gaze following hers out the window. It’s so peaceful and quiet outside - the complete opposite of the night their little miracle was born...

“I’mma earn ‘nough money,” he promises in a whisper, “and go with ye everywhere ye want. Vienna, Paris, Rome...anywhere. I promise.”

[ericbrandonrp]

Anonymous asked: So... when is yours and Nika's wedding, exactly? Don't you think she'd be ready to finally make things official and proper, like they should have been, years ago?

Random Asks to kickstart my muse || accepting: YES PLS

“...if it was possible, I’d marry her on the spot. Righ’ now. Bu’...there’s some issues. I mean, we jus’ go’ back toge’er. Koinda. It’s still fresh and...and fragile. I don’t think she’d say yes if I asked her now. Besoides...we don’t even have ‘nough money for a weddin’. Nika deserves a beautiful big weddin’, no’...wha’ I could give her.”

[ericbrandonrp]

Anonymous asked: Do you have any plans how to deal with Simon? Or do you trust he'll finally leave you and Nika in peace?

Random Questions to kickstart my muse! || accepting: YES PLS

“I go’ ‘nough plans on how to ge’ ri---I mean, how to deal with tha’ feckin’ prick, bu’...sssshhh.”

“No seriously, I don’t know, man. I actually don’t trust him. At all. I hope he’ll stay ‘way from us, bu’ I koinda doubt it. No’ sure wha’ I’mma do then...or wha’ Nika’s gonna do. Guess I go’a, uh, talk to her ‘bout it. If it happens.”