|My beautiful Lilac; the love of my life and the woman who has to live with and tolerate me for the rest of our days.|
ComfortTheir relationship was a bit like the old jumper he was wearing. It was one of those strange musings that only ever came to him in quiet moments like this. A few rough bobbles here and there, the odd frayed patch, but still warm and soft and comfortable.Comfort by Aquila-Chrysaetos
Pounce was draped over his knees in an obvious attempt to get Anders to tickle his tummy – it worked every time, and he rubbed his fingers in the silky fur of the cat's belly. He blew the steam from his mug of herbal tea with a long exhale, watching the shapes unfurl and disappear into the air, then gingerly sipped at it.
He hoped it would keep him awake as he waited for Garrett to return from his night-shift. He missed the other man's company in the evenings – the art documentary playing in the background a poor substitute for a broad chest on which to lay his head. The drum of heartbeats like a soundtrack to a film he'd seen before, but always surprised him on re-watching.
The jumper too was a substitute; Garrett's scent
GIVE A LLAMA, GET A LLAMA!|
I have fifteen Asian Ball-Jointed Dolls. I am 20-something years old. I have never stopped playing with dolls.