beauxvoleur:
“ …. if. if there’s a next time. ” she didn’t know who she was kidding. there was probably going to be a next time.
he moved closer to her and placed his hands on her waist pulling her closer until he closed the space with his lips, grinning all the time.
“there’s gonna be a next time. i’m irresistible.”
“ …….. that is correct. also, you’re on top next time. ”
“so... you’re telling me there’s a next time, huh? besides you seemed to be having so much fun up there i couldn’t bear to ruin it....”
“ you didn’t have to do that. ”
“ nah, kitten. ‘s least i can do after all the work ya did, last night.”
“so... i made you breakfast.”
peri shut the door when her brother entered, watching his eyes dance around the room with arms crossed. she loved hamish more than anything, but somehow, she always felt like he was smothering her, even miles away. still, she felt her attitude and resolve both crumbling as the older man spoke, and her shoulders fell in defeat. “ i was just working on some other things, ” she said softly, clearly feeling a bit guilty. “ i’d never for a second think that you don’t care, misha. ”
hamish walked towards peri. she was so much shorter than him and in his mind he couldn’t help but consider her f r a g i l e. he knew better. she was the strongest person he’d ever met. she was fire and passion with a light in her eyes that she carried since infancy. her knack for trouble worried him as much as it made him immeasurably PROUD of her. “ i worry for you, hyperion. ” in a moment of uncharacteristic warmth, he pulled her into his chest and pressed his lips to the top of her head. “ you never do much to assuage that worry, either. ”
rper on tumblr: i tAKe thiS SERIOUSLY onlY SERIOUS here
me; i’ll take u seriously when my public writing gets me money bruh
rper: I’LL BE PUBLISHED AND IT’LL BE GREAT I’M GODS GIFT TO WRITING
me: you’re mediocre at best with questionable characteristics bUT OKAY LMAO
hi friends. u make look at this blog and wonder “shit does she even give a single flying fuck” and the answer is NO i do what the fuck i want when i want and ya’ll can fight me. or join me. this shit ain’t that serious.
open to all.
“ jesus christ, ” peri muttered to herself when she opened her apartment door and saw the other standing there, immediately turning and walking back into her flat. “ it’s not like this is the first time i’ve gone a few days without responding to texts, you know. you didn’t have to come check up on me like a five year old. ”
“history, my dear, has proven that assumption to be rather... ” hamish’s fingers brushed against one of peri’s books, his eyes wandering before turning back to his younger sister, “FALSE, ” however, he turned to look at her. her blue eyes were brimming and his own, matched idyllically with hers, were joyful. “perhaps,” he mused, “you were under the false supposition that I simply do not c a r e. ”
