‘ is it my fault? it’s my fault. it’s always my fault. ’
GROWLING SUGGESTION MEME // OPEN
A small sigh could be heard from the bathroom followed by a flushing of a toilet. Out came Robert, zipping up his jeans, still missing a shirt and circling the bed where Lucius sits like a hyena circles a struggling antelope. Unsure whether to pounce or keep away ; unsure whether this might be his last meal for a while or just part of the scenery. But contrary to Maple Bay’s beliefs, Robert Small WASN’T a predator. ❝ We’re two consenting adults. I think it’s OUR fault. ❞ He kept his distance not to observe weak spots but to protect his own from his guest. There was a moment of silence as Robert eyed Lucius, examining the skin unhidden by his bedsheets which he had left some marks upon last night. He tilted his head. He always enjoyed dragging his teeth over his partners’ flesh, but whenever morning came, Robert felt as if he couldn’t be held RESPONSIBLE for any of the reddish circles lingering over all those necks and thighs. Brown eyes finally blinked. It had always been difficult to guess what went through Robert’s head. His face seemed to be locked tightly, containing emotions behind a shut door no one was ever able to open. He finally bent over to grab a shirt. ❝ Your pants are in the bathroom. I need to be somewhere. Just make sure you shut the door properly when you leave, ‘ight? ❞
Well we stick our fingers in the ground, heave and turn the world around, smoke is blacking out the sun, at night I pray and clean my gun. The cracked bell rings as the ghost bird sings and the gods go beggin’ here … So just open fire as you hit the shore, all is fair in love and war, HOIST THAT RAG !
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Robert! ❤
❝ best drinks have self defining names. you order a manhattan, god knows what you’re gonna get, but you order a gin and tonic, a jack and coke, it’s not just a name. it’s a command. ❞
AMERICAN GODS EP. 4 MEME // CLOSED
Robert listened to Lucius, glancing at his empty glass as the other man made his point clear. He gestured towards Neil, asking for a refill. ❝ Damn straight. ❞ Robert said as he finally focused his squinted gaze on the yoga instructor. ❝ Don’t get why anyone would wanna put coke in their drink though. ❞ Neil places a new glass filled with GLISTENING WHISKEY upon the counter. He picked it up and held it in front of Lucius as if it were a rare and precious treasure. ❝ All these people mixing their alcohol with sweet shit, trying to fool their bodies into thinking it’s NOT gonna fuck your liver up and make you act like an idiot for the rest of the night until you puke your guts out near some alley dumpster… ❞ He shook his head before downing the whiskey in one long sip. Robert slammed the glass against the counter making the remaining ice cubes nearly fly out. It burned his throat. The ache spread all the way down to his lungs. But Robert simply clenched his jaw.
❝ Don’t half-ass it. If you’re gonna drink, DRINK. ❞
Well we stick our fingers in the ground, heave and turn the world around, smoke is blacking out the sun, at night I pray and clean my gun. The cracked bell rings as the ghost bird sings and the gods go beggin’ here … So just open fire as you hit the shore, all is fair in love and war, HOIST THAT RAG !
