-dies-
I think I’ll reply to that long OzBert thread either later tonight or tomorrow.
I don’t think I’ve written so much in the span of my time being here.
-proceeds to die-
I think I’ll go make a Muse now~!
Again.
I’ll just give you a heads up now that you can shorten it.
It doesn’t have to be that long before things start getting too redundant in the thread.
Though have fun making another muse.
I’ll probably end up doing that.
Although I feel uncomfortable being short in replies to the other.
Yeah, thanks x3.
-dies-
I think I’ll reply to that long OzBert thread either later tonight or tomorrow.
I don’t think I’ve written so much in the span of my time being here.
-proceeds to die-
I think I’ll go make a Muse now~!
Again.
Seven Supposed Minutes in Heaven || a-single-black-feather
Such a wonderful feeling, being in the embrace of the one that almost seized to exist, or so he believed. He was more of an entity that was too worthy of being existent, like someone he would fall upon his knees for and worship. Beg for mercy, one may say. In all honesty, that was actually something that very may well happen. But now it was all up to him, what he intended to do was up to him. He could simply remove himself from the scene, but from what he had just performed, that seemed to somehow be a contradiction in itself. Leaving now would only make the scion regret being with him for the few moments they had, and that was the last thing he had planned on doing.
Cold touch traced his chest, almost relieving him of the heat that lay in the barrier of skin. That alone had made him yearn for more, pressing against it ever-so-lightly as it traveled from it’s original place. As if it was summer and the need for chill was in order, and for this day it had indeed been fulfilled. Like snowflakes had graced the blazing earth with it’s beauty. It felt like an illusion in itself, too great to possibly be true. Maybe he was being a bit melodramatic with his continuous thoughts, but it seemed worth the while for the older.
The breaking of silence resounded, and orbs had brought themselves to taste reality. If this was all a dream, he’d rather be unaware of it, especially with that soothing voice that brought on such emotion to the noir, straining to pay attention to the male. It felt like his words had fallen on deaf ears, but just by watching the movement of his lips he could make out what the Master wanted. And he had no problem with the request, agreeing instantly.
One supple move and he had his precious person within his arms, whisking him away from the sea of ground and onto the flight of air. The warmth that resided within him had grown, and just standing here seemed good enough. But he knew, he knew that there was more to that now, it was a bit to late to nonchalantly disregard and no longer heed what was going on. Long strides, quick and graceful as they approached the bed. Yet laying the held body on the bed with such care that it was unlikely that this was Gil, the contractor of Raven, inhabiting this very body.
Another statement ached to be satisfied.
Tender lips met once more, now with a rekindled fury.
A silence engulfed the area once rose lips finally shut with a release of fabric from between teeth. Arms kept their grasp in the wait for some very reaction to slip into motion from his words. A trance fixated itself between set eyes never shifting in another direction from the two bodies unwilling to simply pull apart. Though, the free will to do so flowed like a river through a mind as worry almost settled in that this might just be it. One single kiss from a clash of lips from the uncertainty bubbling up in this moment. What should have been a short time felt longer.
A set time suddenly dragged on
Become more than it should have been.Though who was there to stop them? A growing need erupted within as a tongue caressed along the outer edge of awaiting lips. Everything took a swift turn of events when that unwavering moment suddenly kick-started something new. A short cry of surprise with enlarged eyes with the sweeping motion from a best friend who meant a great deal more. Hold tightened around as if given the extra hold with a forehead resting down against another. Eyelids shut to simply feel the motion of each step flow through his veins knowing of the set destination.
Heart rate lifted with a gentle beating underneath a hard rib cage to keep it from pounding out. Suddenly all playfulness became tossed aside in the heat of the moment, a need far greater to be listened to than fooling around with it, something rather unlike a boy held in the grasps of the older male. His desire, his needs, his wants all came crashing down. Tenderly being placed down on the cushioning of a mattress, eyelids flickered open partially to meet a well-known gaze above fitting with a side never before seen.
Fingers loosened their holds around a neck to slip forward once again and cup alabaster cheeks between them. A sparkle shown vividly within those half-lidded optics the very moment lips connected once again.
A blazing fire burning bright in the surrounding dim lights
A need so strong sparking the fuel.Perfect rhythm set with the fire lips performed together. Oz worked right back with Gilbert not wasting a second. The scion wanted to feel the strength behind it with a fight only performed between the two males. He wished to be the very being only this man ever saw in a light like this. Someone so precious and loved without a worry to those surrounding. Keeping Gil in here with himself sounded good at the moment in time, fingers shifting through soft black tendrils that gently rolled from the top of his head and pushing him farther into the fire.
Succulent. That was what these particular lips tasted like, ones that withheld so much from him, teasing him until he finally succumbed to the need. It was almost like a drunk feeling, rather complicated to depict. One that made the head reel but made the conscious mind initiate more, like it never seemed to end itself. If there was an end, this specific person didn’t want to face it. Each consecutive moment with the aristocrat, and it didn’t go to waste whatsoever. Pressing and harmonizing to the rhythm, moving with intensity but with wariness. Surely there could be something more to explain this, yet finding one was something he didn’t exactly need to forward himself towards.
Being in his grasp alone,
like a sanctuary only for him.
The grown man had attempted to recede from becoming repetitive, although that was something he had become accustomed to. Perpetual movement was enough to get the head of ebony to become enticed, and surely there was no denial in that simple phrase. There wasn’t exactly something he could’ve done, going further then what they had already wasn’t enough, but it suited the man’s needs. Maybe for a little while, but surely the valet wasn't greedy. No, not at all. He had grown up only taking what was given, and to fight if he craved more. Just like the moment he had finally, finally, got what mattered to him the most into his grasp.
A soft groan had absconded, fleeing quickly to avoid anyone’s stare. The fact he had grown to enjoy this was an understatement, it was similar to being put under an anesthetic, falling into slumber but still cognizant of actuality, as if not being injected enough of the substance. But his mind seemed to wander off, letting a more physical side of him that was held up by a cantilever. The sheer meaning of it left undefined, identical to a lust that still retained sanity.
Eyes shifted open, instinctively feeling the watchful eye of the noble. Glimmers of scattered emotions seemed to leave them both, yet movement did not seem to snag either of them away from their motions. Moments had past, and lips had rendezvoused once more. A different kind of meeting, one where words were simply not required. It was absolutely fine to just silence themselves and let passion win them over. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
It was exactly like a fire, flames engulfing them both in a sea of enflamed brass, carefully registering the limits they may go to envelop them both. Nomadic-like fingers clutched fabric, pulling at it with a sudden need of effectiveness. There definitely something more that was wanted, coveted. Optics had been revealed once more, and suddenly he had reached the point of no return.
How will this game end?
Seven Supposed Minutes in Heaven || a-single-black-feather
In all honesty, the ravenette had not exactly been aware of his actions. It was a confusing concept to say in the least, as it felt like he had become a different person whilst this whole scenario carried itself on. He wouldn’t exactly be able to depict such a deep feeling, as if he had yearned…no, coveted, for this kind of contact. Undecipherable one may say, but that seemed normal. Any cliche romance-novel may try to get that across. Love, as one may say, is divergent. Although the portrayal may be repetitive, the conclusion always differed.
Head of ebony synchronized with the younger, moving lips at the same pace as the other. Linked hands remaining, shifting lower or higher, depending on how he continued. His body had become restless as it moved, trying to keep up with his mind. Albeit to no avail, they proceeded with no exact way of turning back. He had been ignorant in the least, pretending to not notice the squeak that had protruding from him just moments before, wanting to savor the time they had in their possession as much as possible. Although he should’ve known better, he had simply disregarded it.
Such emotion could not be put into words.
Even if he couldn’t find himself stopping.
The noir shouldn’t have been surprised that the boy had put up a fight for dominance, most likely taken off guard because of how straightforward the opposing was currently being. Not that he minded, he was always one to become skeptical if he had easily gotten what he wanted, the emotion was definitely not new. At least one of them anyway. Although his mind seemed to be at war as to continue such a carnal activity, the conflict would eventually subside.
One single gesture and his labellum retracted, the motion of pulling had instantaneously brought him to his senses. His gaze had locked onto the rabbit’s, swimming with such a soft sheen of emerald that it almost pained him to extend such. Suddenly lacking locomotion, he had stiffened, unable to exactly explain such a sensual procedure.
❝ …O-Oz. ❞
Not exactly seeking a reply.
Swift arch of a blond brow as all thought processes came straight back at the snapping of a fingers the moment everything once attached suddenly retracted right away. Nothing quite made sense any longer as if all thoughts once thrown away came falling back upon the forms with a loud crash. Chest rose and fell in a quick session of somewhat labored breath with that swirl of green meeting that of yellow. Somehow everything snapped back into place before time was up.
It still ticked away,
And never was it planned to be wasted.Lithe frame pressed up in close to the taller as feet continued to push him up closer, locked upon the very facial expression casting down at him. Nimble fingers held their place briefly longer under slipping looking to ghost fingers up along a toned chest beneath the flimsy fabric. Those very fingers worked upward while slipping their way right over the taller’s shoulders, clasping fingers together behind. Slow formation of a smirk curled its way along lip corners as never once was that eye contact snapped away.
“We’ve still got time, Gil,” tone was low and soft as he spoke to his valet, stretching up far enough to breathe hot air against a collar bone just visible beneath the tie of a cravat. Leisure blinks of dark lashes while hanging on so close to the grown man.
“There’s nothing to worry about with letting lose.~
Standing here for the time’s going to get aching
so how about we lay down..~?”Oz playfully purred the last statement out to Gilbert as teeth gingerly held upon the knot holding the fabric around his neck, giving a soft tug to it as if almost a means to loosen it up. His fingers tickled against the strands of waves cascading down along the back of his head, not daring to let go and yet loose enough to make lowering to the ground easier. One last statement whistled in softness up to the older as if almost a means to tease this man into succumbing to what came over him before.
“And kiss me more.~”
Such a wonderful feeling, being in the embrace of the one that almost seized to exist, or so he believed. He was more of an entity that was too worthy of being existent, like someone he would fall upon his knees for and worship. Beg for mercy, one may say. In all honesty, that was actually something that very may well happen. But now it was all up to him, what he intended to do was up to him. He could simply remove himself from the scene, but from what he had just performed, that seemed to somehow be a contradiction in itself. Leaving now would only make the scion regret being with him for the few moments they had, and that was the last thing he had planned on doing.
Cold touch traced his chest, almost relieving him of the heat that lay in the barrier of skin. That alone had made him yearn for more, pressing against it ever-so-lightly as it traveled from it’s original place. As if it was summer and the need for chill was in order, and for this day it had indeed been fulfilled. Like snowflakes had graced the blazing earth with it’s beauty. It felt like an illusion in itself, too great to possibly be true. Maybe he was being a bit melodramatic with his continuous thoughts, but it seemed worth the while for the older.
The breaking of silence resounded, and orbs had brought themselves to taste reality. If this was all a dream, he’d rather be unaware of it, especially with that soothing voice that brought on such emotion to the noir, straining to pay attention to the male. It felt like his words had fallen on deaf ears, but just by watching the movement of his lips he could make out what the Master wanted. And he had no problem with the request, agreeing instantly.
One supple move and he had his precious person within his arms, whisking him away from the sea of ground and onto the flight of air. The warmth that resided within him had grown, and just standing here seemed good enough. But he knew, he knew that there was more to that now, it was a bit to late to nonchalantly disregard and no longer heed what was going on. Long strides, quick and graceful as they approached the bed. Yet laying the held body on the bed with such care that it was unlikely that this was Gil, the contractor of Raven, inhabiting this very body.
Another statement ached to be satisfied.
Tender lips met once more, now with a rekindled fury.
Seven Supposed Minutes in Heaven || a-single-black-feather
Oh no,
this wasn’t what he thought would happen.
Even after the vast amount of moments he had attempted to change the numbers, he had been a bit too late when he bothered to endeavor. Now he was going to end up in one of his most awkward situations. His wrist had been clutched, almost like a manacle that had him being pulled away. The emotions that had scattered themselves in different crevices of the front of his mind didn’t make the effort to hide. In fact, it seemed the exact opposite. And for once, even he questioned why he wasn’t fighting against this. He was much stronger then the scion, so he could indeed snake his way from the situation with one tug. Yet here he was, being heaved by the small palm.
Clicked lock and lithe turn of the body, he had succumbed to his special person the moment the predicament had shifted it’s route. And there was no way out of this, no loophole he could scour the lands for to retreat.
But did he really mind?
Protest after protest, they didn’t seem to seize themselves. He had disregarded the fact that they both knew where this was going, and there seemed to be a flickering light of hope still dousing him with it’s dim gleam. It was lackluster, that was all he could think about. The light shone…pleading with every last second until-
Dead.
All hope was lost.
Widened eyes, blinking ever-so-lightly as they gazed at the head of gold, as if he had been set off by the single phrase. Like a trigger word that evoked such a different sentiment from the avian. And now he had enclosed his precious into his arms, coiling arms that met right behind him. How he got here? That was for the opposing to solve.
Crashed lips onto another, he didn’t waste a single moment.
The very moment he noticed something tick inside the noir, he knew he needed not guard the door to make sure this man couldn’t snake his way from his grasp.
Initially Oz planned to have his lead on Gil as he expected pushes and shoves to keep him back, words of this moment being wrong a stinging coil in his brain. Yet, surprise not one word. Everything happened so swiftly and yet at the same time it felt like the world revolved in a slow motion that made minutes last for a while. The sudden jerk forward in closer almost added a squeak of shock from a small boy as if whisked right off his feet. There was nothing innocent about this child, as a young teen full of surprises found himself being the one taken off guard.
He knew the inevitable.
He knew what he planned for this moment.Yet it seemed like the older had just the same in mind.
Perfect.
Oz’s fingers curled into the fabric of Gilbert’s shirt while wrapped protectively in the strong arms. Raising up on the balls of feet, he moved to press his own force against those lips attacking his own. The smell of cigarettes and coffee became more apparent to the shorter with such closeness. A sparkle danced within half-lidded green shards feeling the rush of delight through that small frame.
Oh, that was going to be good.
Though, perhaps he knew better that this position standing in the middle of the enclosed space would get uncomfortable for him. Moist lips worked against one another as if Oz meant to take some lead over his valet who fell head-long into the very moment their bodies touched. Tightly bound fingers tugged downward against the fabric of the shirt in a trial to signal for them to get down, wishing only to break contact at the necessity of breath.
In all honesty, the ravenette had not exactly been aware of his actions. It was a confusing concept to say in the least, as it felt like he had become a different person whilst this whole scenario carried itself on. He wouldn’t exactly be able to depict such a deep feeling, as if he had yearned…no, coveted, for this kind of contact. Undecipherable one may say, but that seemed normal. Any cliche romance-novel may try to get that across. Love, as one may say, is divergent. Although the portrayal may be repetitive, the conclusion always differed.
Head of ebony synchronized with the younger, moving lips at the same pace as the other. Linked hands remaining, shifting lower or higher, depending on how he continued. His body had become restless as it moved, trying to keep up with his mind. Albeit to no avail, they proceeded with no exact way of turning back. He had been ignorant in the least, pretending to not notice the squeak that had protruding from him just moments before, wanting to savor the time they had in their possession as much as possible. Although he should’ve known better, he had simply disregarded it.
Such emotion could not be put into words.
Even if he couldn’t find himself stopping.
The noir shouldn’t have been surprised that the boy had put up a fight for dominance, most likely taken off guard because of how straightforward the opposing was currently being. Not that he minded, he was always one to become skeptical if he had easily gotten what he wanted, the emotion was definitely not new. At least one of them anyway. Although his mind seemed to be at war as to continue such a carnal activity, the conflict would eventually subside.
One single gesture and his labellum retracted, the motion of pulling had instantaneously brought him to his senses. His gaze had locked onto the rabbit’s, swimming with such a soft sheen of emerald that it almost pained him to extend such. Suddenly lacking locomotion, he had stiffened, unable to exactly explain such a sensual procedure.
❝ …O-Oz. ❞
Not exactly seeking a reply.
Seven Supposed Minutes in Heaven || a-single-black-feather
Hand clasped around the wrist of the older male as he began dragging him off. At first the valet seemed determined to want to switch numbers to not end up alone in the room, which confused and irritated Oz to the point he began dragging him off to the secluded room. No ifs, ands, or butts from this rabbit. They only had a short amount of time to do with it what they wished, and this boy wouldn’t let that live down.
Once getting Gilbert into the room alone, he shut the door swiftly and turned the lock as to make sure this flighty bird couldn’t take off from him.
Oh no, no escaping these seven minutes.
Seven minutes was just enough time…
Or was it really?Quick glance to the door, as he thought perhaps no one would make a fuss if he extended the time just a bit, just enough to make sure his valet knew better than to try to get away from time with him. Protests from Gil landed on deaf ears as he moved upward toward him with a sway of his hips. Not a moment to lose with the indication and one soft word spoken to make the man get down on his knees.
“C’mon, we don’t have time to waste.~”
He didn’t plan to make Gilbert beg.
That would be stupid.
Oh no,
this wasn’t what he thought would happen.
Even after the vast amount of moments he had attempted to change the numbers, he had been a bit too late when he bothered to endeavor. Now he was going to end up in one of his most awkward situations. His wrist had been clutched, almost like a manacle that had him being pulled away. The emotions that had scattered themselves in different crevices of the front of his mind didn’t make the effort to hide. In fact, it seemed the exact opposite. And for once, even he questioned why he wasn’t fighting against this. He was much stronger then the scion, so he could indeed snake his way from the situation with one tug. Yet here he was, being heaved by the small palm.
Clicked lock and lithe turn of the body, he had succumbed to his special person the moment the predicament had shifted it’s route. And there was no way out of this, no loophole he could scour the lands for to retreat.
But did he really mind?
Protest after protest, they didn’t seem to seize themselves. He had disregarded the fact that they both knew where this was going, and there seemed to be a flickering light of hope still dousing him with it’s dim gleam. It was lackluster, that was all he could think about. The light shone…pleading with every last second until-
Dead.
All hope was lost.
Widened eyes, blinking ever-so-lightly as they gazed at the head of gold, as if he had been set off by the single phrase. Like a trigger word that evoked such a different sentiment from the avian. And now he had enclosed his precious into his arms, coiling arms that met right behind him. How he got here? That was for the opposing to solve.
Crashed lips onto another, he didn't waste a single moment.
Now I’m tempted to just write them making out anyways.
Start a thread, nOW.
wait… do you mean yOU WANT TO RP IT?
Nuh. Right here. Right now. I AM replying to this the moment I see it. We RPin’ it, bro.
You better move~!
You better dance~!
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget~
The bigger they are,
The harder they fall~!
FLUFFEH TIME~!
Changed My Theme.
Probably gonna redo my theme for my Gil Muse.
Then I’ll reply to fluff with Felicity.
untitled. || a-single-black-feathers
The day ended as it usually would with a nice mug of hot cocoa while the weather outside happened to be freezing cold. The fire blazed in the fireplace, but it’d only be a matter of time before it was muffled out and they’d be heading on their way to bed. Of course, during these freezing nights Oz tended to bother his valet more often into him sleeping in bed with him. Though, he never planned to do anything to him such as prodding or teasing him.
This night happened to be no different at all, as the night rolled in and the mugs were placed into the kitchen after the drinks were completed, Oz instantly bounded upon the older male’s heels with a smile pulled along his lips, peering out from behind him while about to grab onto the older.
”Gil~! It’s bedtime now, right? Your bed’s biggest, so I can stay there with you in the warmth!”
If it weren’t for the drowsiness that seemed to tug at his mind, he would’ve actually bothered get work done that day. Yet here he was, with Oz. Not that he actually minded, that wasn’t it at all. He had the intention to become productive, yet that mindset hadn’t really crossed his path yet. Although the mien of the scion’s was greatly needed, being accompanied through this procrastination deemed itself helpful. He was rather content over all, if anything.
Eyes seemed to avert themselves, walking through the corridor with the purpose of drifting off into the lands of slumber. All seemed quiet, besides the two males that walked through the manor. He knew better then to cause any kind of ruckus unless it had proven itself necessary, even then he may try not to bother anyone.
❝ Why my bed?
It isn’t like anything is wrong with you being in yours. ❞
Hurr hurr Gil thinks he won, but that ain’t so bro.
Cuz guess wut’s comin ur way?
Ready ta wet ur pants,
Cuz it’s
~ P U N I S H M E N T ~
#KITTYTIEM
NUHP.
NUHP.
NUHP.
NUHP.
Guess no kissu goodnight.
#runnin'inamarathonwithdahcats.
 | bloodied--p-l-u-s-h-deactivated asked ; HERE HE COMES TO SAVE THE DAY. OZ THE B RABBIT'S ON HIS WAY. Gil shouldn't be such an idiot to stand in the middle of the train tracks, you butt. Dun dun duuuunnn!! Oz'll just get him out of there if it's the last thing he does. |
Nope.
Just.
Nope.
Nope.Kissus aren’t real unless deh be given.
So your kissu has been rejected.
Been cancelled.
Sorreh bro.
Not realleh.
#rejectedbro.
WOW
LOW BLOW
GONNA MAKE DAH MASTA CREY
GONNA PUNISH U
He just wanted a kissu
#kittypunishment
Mixed feelins’ bro.
Dah Giru won.
But he feels guilty yo.
Dah winneh.
But feels like dah loozeh.
#whatislife?