texts texts texts

[onefellswoop]

this one is for texts!

Comments

1/?

[citrinesupernova]

Proletariat’s rising, that’s sure.

Eh or would be were it not for the old shoe pump. Rising in spirit, say it like that, while there’s velvet longing for that heady grip.

[ A picture follows: A selfie taken of Nova, very clearly laid out on the floor. His hair’s mussed and the collar of his shirt’s disarrayed, very much as if he’s been taken down by a sudden storm! His skin’s slightly flush and his eyes are wide and pleading, lips set in an exaggerated pout. ]

See what you do to your Vevay? Floor’s nice enough and I won’t say otherwise, but here I am all downed and not an ounce of strength to stand on, only wishing my Talik were here to pick me up. 🥺

All those positions to dream of and I’ve only got the floor? Ah Talik, it ain’t right!!

[ A second picture: Same position as before, but the pout’s become a puckish smile and Nova’s winking at the camera. In this picture, Nova also holds his finger and thumb together in a mini heart. ]

Spose I’ll content myself thinking on those tramplings ahead. I’m all right with burning a while, just as well as rendered unto jelly on the floor, and even were I less a patient man, I’ve suspicions every minute’s waiting’ll be worth its wait ten fold and more.

Happen I’ll think how it’d be to crawl into your bed. Ease away a little of that shiver. Got several grips for you, that’s so. Got lips to press upon you, seek against you warmth.

Resourceful Vevay, I’ve got all manner of ways for taking care of my Talik, hey? >;3 🧡