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🐍 i miss follet 🥀

『S T A Y I N Y O U R C O M A 』

[ ~☆ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ☆ ~ ]

ㅤ Odd, more copies of him have spawned. Has something occurred that demands his attention? ㅤ

« It's your life savings. ( #HYLICSRP #RPGMRP #MVRP ) You got 53 bucks. »

ㅤ It wasn't unusual for him to be mesmerized by his gaze every single time the mask left the scene. Who could blame him? Those were features that filled his lungs, steadied his slither, lifted him high; the batter felt more corporeal whenever Zacharie dismantled the instrument associated cont. ㅤ

⠀ I love you in every universe If I one day stop loving you, I hope you can find a way To love me back once more ⠀

ㅤ Flinching, the purifier stifled a sound. That couldn't mean good for him, not when he'd be known for wearing composure like a habit. If he were a statue, then Zacharie was the water that silently eroded the most exposed edges. —I'd assume you could. —Despite the sarcasm, a gentle nod cont. ㅤ

🐍 i should remake the pinned with his new design. i don't want to be mistaken for a l3wd account again

ㅤ He could tell Zacharie was having fun, teasing for the sake of it, but ah, that grin. . . How can he deny them the amusement when the thought of being 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 only made his heartbeat race with a mixture of anticipation and surrender? A soft breath, one that didn't quite qualify as a cont. ㅤ

|| zach ate a bitch

ㅤ He has found a whole unsupervised lettuce. Glorious day. ㅤ

ㅤ Thank goodness he let go, otherwise— a heavy sigh finally found its way into Zacharie's neck. 𝘖𝘩, so that's why it felt so tingly. His brow furrows by a millimeter, an awkward pause before he reaches for his own belt with a thumb. —If this. . . pleases you, continue. cont. ㅤ

ㅤ This must be his Goliath test, because it was taking immense restraint not to break normalcy. —Then? Do tell. He pushed him a little further over his lap, chest heaving, lips curling for a chuckle that wouldn't escape. ㅤ

ㅤ 💦 —Zacharie. . . ? Ah, hah. . . Perhaps I could take care of that. There's steak on the fridge. ㅤ

ㅤ A warm mumble rumbles from his chest before he can stop himself. He hadn’t even known that spot was ticklish. One learns new curiosities from the least expected interactions. . . —How was work today? —he asks, partly to distract himself from the tender nibbles he's allowed. ㅤ

ㅤ He hasn't quite gotten used to this sort of greeting. Does he wants to get his attention or get him hard. . . Perhaps both? ㅤ

ㅤ There's a tiny songbird perched on his left shoulder, repeating over and over something into his ear. The hermit remains perfectly motionless, but a slight twitch of his eyebrow betrays him every so often when he hears the "Gay gay homosexual gay". ㅤ

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消. ━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. ━━━━━━━━━━━━ 消.

▹ Can't wait to beat OFF. 👍

ㅤ Pale arms tightened the embrace, as if souls could converge with each other. The hermit heard nothing but truth in his words, truthfully, he didn't wish their circumstances were any other way. Both men seemed happy this way, only them against an impure world. . . . Prince wasn't the cont. ㅤ

ㅤ —Mhmm. —He ran fingers through his hair in waving motions, a learned pattern acquired from Zacharie's own gestures. —It's your birthday, Zacharie. You deserve an entertaining panorama. . . I was so busy rummaging the island for ingredients that I forgot who I was supposed to be feeding. ㅤ

🐍 if there's a good batter and mad batter then the hermit is the gay batter /silly

ㅤ The cloak didn't speak much on its own, but his silence was of the curious kind. He'd seen that 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 before—: . . . I'm here. An arm curled around the merchant's waist. Should he be thrilled? ㅤ

ㅤ Could Zacharie grow old? Could Zacharie age and die? These questions didn't even cross his mind, so accustomed was he to the ageless routine of the hermit. —. . . I can try. It shouldn't be too hard while following a simple recipe. If you want something else, tell me, and I'll give it to you. ㅤ

⠀⠀⠀ • 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐭 ⠀⠀⠀

ㅤ Oh— that was new. Prince's silence implied satisfaction of his answer, assuming there was no need to delve further into the subject, at least for now. Questioning the whys and wherefores of the magic in his equipment usually got him nowhere; he was nothing cont. ㅤ

ㅤ Life kept putting him in birthdays without a gift ready for the ones being celebrated. It wasn't a complete lack of care— he'd probably excuse himself by insisting digging personal matters wasn't his forte. However, he knew Zacharie deserved more than reasons—: I can cook you a cont. ㅤ

ㅤ Muscles tensed upon touch, allowing any and all little plays Zacharie enjoyed on fair skin. —As long as it doesn't slow down my movements, of course. Perhaps in days gone by, when black fog swallowed hot pipes and echoing corridors, he'd witnessed a man so fat he had cont. ㅤ

ㅤ Mildly perplexed, he scratched his nape—: Thirty-five is still part of adulthood, isn't it. . . ? ㅤ

ㅤ He does as told, obediently stretching his human limbs for Zacharie's deft tailor's fingers carefully handling pins, inches and fabrics— quite the surprise of the evening. He was a marvelous man and boyfriend. . . after all, he expected it to be free of charge. cont. ㅤ

ㅤ —. . . I always thought you were around thirty-five. —That was a compliment. ㅤ

ㅤ —. . . . Oh. 𝘖𝘩. —A great tension shook him from shoulders to hands, awkwardly reaching Zacharie's fingertips if only because he couldn't think of any other way to express his joy. —Happy birthday, dear. . . How many? ㅤ

ㅤ —Well, yes. It's an annual celebration in honor of an individual aging one year. ㅤ

ㅤ By the look of his face, it was evident Prince had no clue—: . . . Another holiday? —Why would he pursue curiosity on the matter, having not paid importance to his own day of creation? ㅤ

🐍 i've been all day thinking on stupid and mundane and cute batterie scenarios i have a problem

ㅤ —. . . ? Did you say my name. ㅤ

Happy birthday to the boys!! I'm treating them to a banana split :)

ㅤ —You gave me two options. . . Mutter, mutter. He took the ends of the crude knot over his chest and pulled, cloak falling off his shoulders and leaving him wearing one of his few tunics. The uncovered chest-to-waist ratio was kind of impressive. ㅤ

ㅤ —"Sore thumb"? . . . Ah, I'd rather go with black. ㅤ

🐍 zach using a sewing tape to take the batter's measurements 🥺🥺🥺

ㅤ —Mhm. Any color that doesn't attract attention, good for camouflage. He hadn't worn that cloak through heat and storm because he liked it— at the time, it was the only one decently available. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 did he like? Anything useful, anything not outlandish, most likely. ㅤ

ㅤ "Eloquent" isn't a word he'd use to describe himself. The hermit stared at Zacharie, motionless, long pale and cold resting behind him. He wouldn't mind wearing a little reminder of his boyfriend on his clothes, anyway. . . —If you have the supplies. . . don't make it cumbersome. ㅤ

ㅤ —One week ago. —He slowly moves to sniff the rags covering his arm. Small pause. —This is normal for its age. I'll wash it today. ㅤ

ㅤ —You sew? —What an odd offer. —. . . Do you think there's something wrong with this one? ㅤ