⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Woof. ⠀

"Our dreams will definitely come true." "Even if I have to do it myself." ~ Sunday ( ♡ + ↻ )

@mythussfable.bsky.social ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ You into piss? ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Did it work? Does she think he's cute? ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Morbid curiosity. Yeah. That's it. Just ... silly, intrusive thoughts. Haha, eto bleh ~ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ . . . . Yeah. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ What would Ari taste like. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Wonder how Mr. Wings is doing ... ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Don't try it, he'll get her account banned. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Yeah, it's not even a question. ⠀

||×: Got my first actual notification on Blusky in months. Holy shit this app sucks with notifications.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ You weren't the last to be invited, ❞ he gently reassured her with a pat between her ears. By now he had expected such a reaction, although her better behavior around her sister seemed shocking. ❝ You were just the last one I could find. ❞ He gave her a sly wink ⇥ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ Settle down. Save your attitude for when you get inside. ❞ His command made light with an airy laugh, the bartender set her down onto her feet once inside the Hostelry. Its cool aquamarine walls had been decorated in celebration banners, the bartop lined with glittering ⇥ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ You're the last one we invited. Figured you'd be here moping around. ❞ She has no choice but to accompany him to the Hostelry. The Hostelry, which even from the outside, seems to have quite a commotion going on behind its doors. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ There you are. ❞ A heavy hand fell upon her shoulder . . . before he picked her up like a puppy and tossed her over his broad shoulder to be carried away. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ He's back at the bar and added a new menu item. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Being a bartender required more than knowledge of drinks and a halfway decent customer service face. Alcohol was a drug of intimacy, unshackling inhibitions and bringing truths of a personality to light. Emotions felt fragile when inebriated. It was partially the job of a good ⇥ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ The Bloodhound only hummed in response, affectionately rubbing his hand over her shoulder. His eyes drifted closed as a little smile crept across his face, just the slightest bit smug with her prickly response. ❝ Not a problem . . . ❞ He'd let her decide when to let go. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ It isn't quite the holiday to celebrate at a bar, but it will be the weekend and thus more patrons were expected to come through. . . . . he's still reading over the note a few times before chuckling to himself. ❝ Didn't know you could cook . . . ❞ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ It isn't, but it makes the praise better. ❞ Into his warmth she stepped, his muscular arms folded around her tiny body as he pressed her into his soft chest. A large palm patted at her back. ❝ You're doing a good job. I'm proud of how far you've come. ❞

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Slow blinks. ❝ Me? Well if you insist . . . ❞ Opening his arms up in the universal signal for a hug offered. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Hurt him, baby ~ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Hot. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Now there was a thought that honestly hadn't crossed his mind until now: just what would Ari taste like? Wasn't like he'd tried "dog eat dog" before. But now it made him curious . . . ❝ You really believe I'd eat you? ❞ he crooned, his eyes lazy. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ Afraid you might be on the menu? ❞ He grinned innocently as he leaned over her, almost looming with his hands in his pockets. ❝ I bet you'd be a delicious dinner. ❞ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ An eyebrow slowly lifts. ❝ Is that an invitation to dinner? ❞ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ Sorry, got a lil' too silly. ❞ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Twists his waist. CRRRRRRACK !! ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ I knew you cared. ❞ An odd language of affection, but one they seemed rather content to keep. Gallagher lifted his hand to rummage through his pocket, searching for a cigarette. ❝ Been up to anything exciting? Besides bothering Sunday. ❞

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ Couldn't be the highly detailed confession about how much you hate me for reasons that seems oddly sexual. ❞ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ And who keeps you in check? ❞ That lean didn't go unnoticed. In fact he rewarded her with a few scalp scratches too. It was always entertaining to see how her body language betrayed her words. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ Hmm . . . Sometimes I think that blackmail is actually you collecting risque photos of me. ❞ A large, warm hand patted down between her ears. ❝ Didn't know I had such a loyal fan. ❞ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ Compared to you, he is. ❞ He gives her a sly side-eye. ❝ No, I just like to hear say it. ❞ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ Sunday's had it rough, let the man breathe. ❞ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ And who is that? ❞ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ This was not what he expected after going dormant for a month. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ . . . . You okay, birdie? ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Laughing bemusedly as he pulls his hand back, now sporting tooth prints. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ . . . ❞ Pinches her cheek. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Feeling of impending doom. Huh. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ Double whammy, got it . . . ❞ He'd need to clean his nails before he returned to work. No one would want a drink made by a bartender with dirty nails. Speaking of work, he had ten minutes before he'd be considered late. Not that it mattered much for him, but Siobhan would ⇥ ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀✦⋆⠀Heed the rules, please. ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀✦⋆⠀The last time she took over his bar, he lost customers. He's not going to let her run out his customers again. No entry for her or any of her troublemaking friends. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ GET OUT. ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Posting up a sign above the bar, "No Masked Fools allowed". ⠀

"Why don't you stay and play for a while~?"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ Eyebrows lifted as her lips graced his scarred hands. She'd become so open with her affection since the New Year . . . like a switch had been flipped. His thick fingers shifted in her grasp. ❝ Right . . . I'll be careful. ❞ ⇥ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ His nails were getting longer. Needed to get them clipped. The nails of his right hand had thin red lines underneath them, crusty and dark. The bartender idly picked at them as he answered, ❝ No, just some dirt . . . ❞ Orange hues shifted from her hand to her face. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𒆜.⠀ ❝ Never too late to get into a hobby. Growing plants in the dreamscape is much easier than reality. ❞ His chuckle was deep and velvety, attention briefly shifted to his hands. He was picking at some dried blood under his nail. ⠀