shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.

Alan released Eric’s hair as if it had burned him. “…Right.” he said softly, trying to conceal his disappointment. ‘Of course. It was too good to be true. It was all too perfect, of course he wasn’t going to kiss you, you utter fool.’ Alan gave the other man a gentle but firm shove and crawled out from under him, doing his best to keep from shedding any tears. He had always cried too easily. He hoped he could manage to keep it to himself until he was alone. “Sorry.” he muttered, standing up and facing the direction they had been supposed to walk in. They’d wasted nearly twenty minutes. “We need to hurry, we’re twenty minutes behind schedule.” he said flatly, beginning to walk.

Eric hadn’t seen the look on Alan’s face, but his voice alone told him that he was hurt. It took him a moment to calm himself enough to get his feet. He pretended to busy himself with brushing off petals from his uniform, straightening out his tie. “Righ’.” He muttered, uncharacteristically low. His feet were heavy. Like boulders. He walked just a little ways behind Alan. It’s a sacrifice. He reminded himself. It’s all for him. But not matter how many times he repeated it, he wasn’t soothed. 

askcecewells:

hanakotobawakodoku:

aprimreaper:

Wriggling in the man’s grip, Cecelia snarled playfully. “An owl, that’s who!” reaching behind herself, she began patting over her captor. “Let’s see…too tall to be a Knox, too broad to be a Humphries, too manly to be a Sutcliff, too fun to be a Spears…Can it be a Mr Slingby~?”

“Oh aye, lass? Well, then ye get me all tae yerself!”

“Ooooh…what to do with this big burly fellow…” she frowned, thinking. “How about…oh! What say we have a bit of sport on the lawn? Kick about a little footy?”

Her attire was clearly of no concern, her smile that of a girl from the country.

“Mm….” Eric flashed her a wide grin. “Maybe if ye can get away." 

send me a °•° and my muse will come up with a nickname for yours

“Well, look ‘ho it is: Willie th’ bawface growl'r!”

grellshitei:

My muse died in the hospital without yours knowing. Send me a “✉” for the letter they left for your character.

Eric,

This probably won’t reach you for a bit, it’s only been a day since your last visit but it already feels like forever, although no doubt you’ve already forgotten all about me haven’t you? If you have I hope you know I’ll be beating you as soon as I see you again.

It was so nice to see you before Will sent of you off on this assignment, it truly did mean a lot for you to come visit me. I’m hoping I’ll be out by the time you come back; but no promises darling. Actually I can’t promise you anything right now. 

You know I was thinking about that trip we took together, when we went to the sea. Do you remember that trip? I’ve been thinking about nice it was, how much fun we had. It’s place I’d like to see again, if I can. 

I’m not sure if I told you this or not, but perhaps I should. You really are the best man I’ve had in my life; even with all your Urk-ness you’re still the one person that I know I can depend on, and I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you, how much you mean to me. 

How much you’ll always mean to me, and how much I’ll always love you. 

But don’t think that means I’ll let you get away with anything, I’m still waiting on those pancakes you promised me.

You should come see me again when you get back, you’re the one I really want to see. Don’t get yourself hurt out there either Urk. 

Love always,

Your Grellie