All I Want for Valentine's Day... Is Some Peace and Quiet!
Feb 26, 2015 1:11:01 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2015 1:11:01 GMT -5
A pretty boy was a pretty boy and Kodi was definitely a fucking pretty boy, especially considering all the makeup he wore. Really, that boy should just try the lipstick for once. Oriel was sure he’d look stupendous in it!
Hmmm….maybe Oriel should do that? Nah, didn’t have any anyway, and no money to buy it. Shit, make-up was expensive!
Against Kodi, Oriel gave no shit about how rough or cude he was. Kodi knew how to take a hit and an insult. Oriel’s mouth was composed of 85% bullshit, which apparently some people didn’t appreciate. So….yeah, fine. Oriel could learn to use the other 15% for when he was addressing Gryphon, even though it was hard as balls to do. Habits did not die easily, and Oriel’s mouth was the dirtiest, most stubborn one he had. He was glad, though, that things with Gryph had gone smoothly. Oriel had lost nearly all of that nervousness he’d had when he first came to their door to make his request. Part of that was thanks to Kodi wrestling it out of him, but the other half was because of how positively Gryphon reacted to Oriel’s….sincerity? Is that what he should call it? Oriel took pride in his honesty, brutal as it may be sometimes, but…sincerity was a completely different thing. Oriel needed more practice, definitely. Though he was proud of himself for managing what he did tonight.
He was still feeling good about it when he returned to the room, and still on an adrenaline high from his fight with Kodi, so his appearance was probably the last thing on his mind. No, the first thing was wrapping his arms around his shorter, excitable lover, and holding him as tight as he possibly could(without breaking anything, of course). Oriel snickered when he pulled away and Phoenix demanded an explanation. “Nothing much, just a little scuffle,” he said lightly. That’s all it really was, but Phoenix didn’t look none too happy about Oriel’s disheveled appearance. Actually, it might’ve been the blood on his neck that did it, Oriel had completely forgotten about that part too. “Phoenix, it’s nothing, get back here,” he called to his departing fiancee, totally not taking him seriously. “What do you think you’re going to do, anyway? Hit him?” Oriel snorted, mocking the boy. Lovingly, of course. “Probably just break your hand if you do.” If Phoenix continued on after that, Oriel would follow him out into the hallway. “Oy, no, Phoenix, stooop….” he said dryly.
Hmmm….maybe Oriel should do that? Nah, didn’t have any anyway, and no money to buy it. Shit, make-up was expensive!
Against Kodi, Oriel gave no shit about how rough or cude he was. Kodi knew how to take a hit and an insult. Oriel’s mouth was composed of 85% bullshit, which apparently some people didn’t appreciate. So….yeah, fine. Oriel could learn to use the other 15% for when he was addressing Gryphon, even though it was hard as balls to do. Habits did not die easily, and Oriel’s mouth was the dirtiest, most stubborn one he had. He was glad, though, that things with Gryph had gone smoothly. Oriel had lost nearly all of that nervousness he’d had when he first came to their door to make his request. Part of that was thanks to Kodi wrestling it out of him, but the other half was because of how positively Gryphon reacted to Oriel’s….sincerity? Is that what he should call it? Oriel took pride in his honesty, brutal as it may be sometimes, but…sincerity was a completely different thing. Oriel needed more practice, definitely. Though he was proud of himself for managing what he did tonight.
He was still feeling good about it when he returned to the room, and still on an adrenaline high from his fight with Kodi, so his appearance was probably the last thing on his mind. No, the first thing was wrapping his arms around his shorter, excitable lover, and holding him as tight as he possibly could(without breaking anything, of course). Oriel snickered when he pulled away and Phoenix demanded an explanation. “Nothing much, just a little scuffle,” he said lightly. That’s all it really was, but Phoenix didn’t look none too happy about Oriel’s disheveled appearance. Actually, it might’ve been the blood on his neck that did it, Oriel had completely forgotten about that part too. “Phoenix, it’s nothing, get back here,” he called to his departing fiancee, totally not taking him seriously. “What do you think you’re going to do, anyway? Hit him?” Oriel snorted, mocking the boy. Lovingly, of course. “Probably just break your hand if you do.” If Phoenix continued on after that, Oriel would follow him out into the hallway. “Oy, no, Phoenix, stooop….” he said dryly.