tie phil has been fun but i feel like i need to be a dailybooth emo phil again i feel like thats my truest self
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@sorrowsick | continued from ☾
Bella smiles up at him, slipping an arm of her own around his waist to ensure he can't pull away far (he's right in thinking she loves the affection). "You are the tallest, handsomest, oldest man I know." She agrees with a chuckle - with only the last part being a real exaggeration, given they both know she's older than him by leagues. "I feel like I haven't seen you in an age. You must tell me about what you've been doing."
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Send “Do you love me?” for my muses reaction.
@minban said: “Do you love me?” (from mei, to kazuya!)
Hues widen in surprise at the abrupt query and he wonders whether the other is merely yearning for an ego boost, or whether the inquest comes from a genuine desire for reaffirmation, founded in curiosity and actual fear of an opposite answer (and he believes, or rather feels, that the latter option is currently the case). ❛ What? — You know this already, don’t you? ❜ He tests the waters, yet the expression on his lover’s face remains unmoving and Kazuya is driven to ponder on how much of a lousy boyfriend he might have been up until this point to receive such a question and for the pitcher to mean it, a slight amount of anxiety and a mightier amount of guilt settling in his gut as a result.
He persists nevertheless, and steps forward towards his ace, calloused hands taking hold of paler ones while amber orbs meet Mei’s sky blue pair, gaze now firm and reassuring while he speaks anew, the confession nothing but the utter and complete truth. ❛ …I do. I love you, Mei. ❜ There’s a resolute squeeze of the blonde’s hands then, as if to ensure that the message gets across without issue; before Kazuya closes his eyes, leans in and places a gentle kiss to his significant other, and it remains just as tender the longer the kiss drags on, the softness of his boyfriend’s lips thoroughly appreciated whilst a hand is raised to the back of Mei’s neck to steady both of their movements.
Once their lips part, the catcher’s forehead comes to rest against his lover’s and another declaration is calmly voiced out; with eye contact established and the corners of his mouth curled upwards into a smile. ❛ And I’ll be sure to say it every time I think it from now on. ❜
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while vaeyella had found the idea of marriage the most insufferable one , at least it was a marriage that both her step-mother and father agreed upon. an arryn boy , only a few years older than her at eighteen years old , lord rodrik arryn , a known lord of the realm and a celebrated tourney knight. a nephew of queen aemma arryn , a cousin of vaeyella's , it was hard to accept the fact that he was to come to court with her. rodrik , named after his grandfather , seemed far too pleased with the prospect of marrying a princess. though , to be fair , what lord wouldn't be pleased to marry a princess of the realm?
throughout the celebrations , vaeyella’s eyes would drift to her family. her father seemed quite pleased with the match that he was able to make another alliance between the targaryens and arryns , while aegon was drowning in his cups , and helaena seemed to be beside herself , which wasn’t exactly uncommon in situations like these.
a twinge of sympathy would pang the elder princess in her chest as she examined her younger sister , making the executive decision to abandon the dance that she was slated to join soon and join her. "helaena!" vaeyella would call out with a smile , pulling out the chair beside @wcrriorhearts. "how are you enjoying the festivities?" she asked softly , turning her body towards her. she wasn't expecting an immediate response , so vaeyella simply folded her hands together and waited for helaena.
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klaus is coming over and giving stef a lil love bite on his neck <3
the original's scent hits him before he even has to look up from his book to know he's approaching. the book he was reading now closing once he folds the corner of the page he was on. " to what do i owe the pleasure ? " stefan hums, smirk curving to his lips when klaus finally reaches the couch in the salvatore living room. lips part to speak again when klaus' lips touch his neck, causing the younger male to shiver a moment. & then he's giving his neck a nip, eyes fall shut for a moment. they don't have many moments alone, considering there's almost always someone else in the boarding house. however, this rare alone time with the other is just what he needs & it's well deserved. " okay, i see ... are you trying to turn me on or do you want a taste of your ripper ? " large hand reaches forward to pull klaus into him by his shirt.
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