says,
margaritacaptain + mxgxritxzone. / b a n g , b a n g .
❛ THE OLD ROBERT SMALL CAN’T ANSWER THE PHONE RIGHT NOW , WHY ? BECAUSE HE’S DEAD ! ❜
says,
margaritacaptain. // nsfw.
* as joseph speaks , his own mirror image teeters . onyx eyes cross and appendages grip onto contrary sides of the bathroom sink until knuckles turn white . he addresses his person to the voice , so soft , so inviting ; robert drapes his head , yet to look or respond . when he looks back , it’s not at the reflection but at his hands , with wired veins , watching a pale coat his fingernails . in a blink , his vices are no longer decolored and he’s in a state of undressing himself , just his pants , his shirt was lost in the shambles that’s bedside . robert smiles , not begrudgingly , as he slips into the mold of joseph . skin shudders , toes curling as the water is too hot and boils his calluses . promptly , he lays them around the man’s abdomen in the most gentlest of ways , testing with his fingers before palms . his heart beats leisurely , the proximity of intimacy stirring something in his bust . his eyes teeter again , once calm , finding his lips at joseph’s strait , painted with love bites . ❛ … would you run away with me ? ❜
says,
margaritacaptain. // lyric.
‘ ‘ for fuck’s sake, whenever you’re around … takin’ in what you have to say * FEELS LIKE A DRUG. ’ ’ is said with a harefooted tongue, belting the glass ; ice jangling. ‘ ‘ … you didn’t come here to * ASK ME WHAT I’M THINKING ABOUT , did ya’ ? so don’t waste my time. ’ ’