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The Blind Love | AU || Closed

clawingthroughhell:

yourlovingkingofhell:

They were sitting so close now, Fergus just couldn’t help wrapping his hand aroung his lover’s waist. When Conor bit at his ice cream, he leaned forward slightly and tilted his head, watching him and admitting one more time, that he’s never saw anything more gorgeous, than this man. Also the fact, that Conor knew his body and could fix him in space so well, he didn’t miss his hand with a cone, was very pleasant. He was still looking pale and tired, but the improving of this required not one day of work. But the expression of his face was much more relaxed and contented, than before. Fergus thought with some kind of pride, that he did his job good, returning Conor his zets for life. At the same time he felt, that something came back to him as well, something, that he lost a few years ago with a few other things. He didn’t know, how to call it yet, but it was very comfortable feeling of something old and usual, but forgotten.

"Of course, we can," he answered, pulling the other to himself almost unnoticeable. To tell the truth, the picture of them, cuddling on his sofa before the screen, was more pleasing, than a dark cinema with people around, chewing the popcorn. And if Conor will need a comment about things, happening in the movie, they won’t annoy another audience. There were other perks too, but Fergus left them on the bottom of his mind for now. He didn’t believe, when Conor insisted, that his taste was terrible. Even if it didn’t sound like a joke, he couldn’t doubt the other man’s intelligence, but he played up to his lover. Fergus sighed and said in humble tone, "Alright, I will try to endure this. It will be two hours at the most after all." He nudged Conor’s side and proceeded to eat his ice cream with a smile more wide, that it probably had to be. 

By then, he really didn’t mind how close they were. If anyone else around them cared or had any objections, Conor heard nothing, and even if they truly did, they could deal with it. He didn’t like to admit or think about it, but the only real time, it seemed, when he felt injured and insulted was when someone slighted him for his disability. The doubtful comments he would receive, particularly while working, ached the most, and probably because it was a particularly sore insecurity of his that he wouldn’t be able to live and function the way he used to. Feeling relaxed, he closed his eyes momentarily. The warmth radiating from his lover was nice, anyway, taking into consideration the near-coldness of the water radiating from the fountain. He felt warm from the heat of the day, but not unpleasantly so. 

He could feel Fergus pull him in a little closer, and Conor couldn’t seem to help the soft laugh that left him. He definitely did feel much lighter and more relaxed now, although he wasn’t sure if it was because of the atmosphere or the other man’s presence or a combination of both. It was difficult for him to tell, now. Watching something at one of their apartments, no matter whose it was, was also a little more intimate, depending on how it was looked at. “Oh, will you?” Conor asked. “That’s good, I’ll look for ward to torturing you, now.” He was still teasing, but it was amusing to keep the other man guessing as to what his taste extended to. He took another bite of his cone, unsure if he wanted Fergus to take him seriously or not. Sobering a little, he cleared his throat. “Maybe I’ll be nice just this once, I’m still deciding.” With some curiosity, he wondered how long they had been out. Not that long, but still. 

Time runs weird, when you don’t think about it. They had spent in the park a little more, than an hour. Fergus noted a couple of looks in their direction, rather puzzled, than irritated, he smiled, settling his arm on Conor’s waist more comfortable. He didn’t know, how he would act if someone said something insulting about them, acting like a couple, or about Conor in particular, and he didn’t want to check, because something inside told him, that he wouldn’t be charming. Fergus rarely lost his temper, mostly because it could cause another lapse, but in those few times when it has happened his cold rage was on the verge of the murderous assault. He had no doubts,that Conor could stand for himself, and didn’t want him to see his overprotectiveness. The thought about his lover slighted, because of his blindness, didn’t make Fegus calmer inside. Sometimes people talk before thinking, ti was one of the reasons, why they isolated themselves from society one way or another.

Being alone together or imagining them alone without all these people around was also some kind of isolation, but it was definitely more pleasant, than the complete lonelyness surrounded by a crowd. Fergus closed his eyes and tried to feel, what Conor felt, sounds, smells and movements of the air without a picture to interpret them. When he looked around again, he held back the longing for kissing the man beside him affactionately and just squeezed the tissue of the other’s t-shirt for a second. “Who knows, maybe I want to be tortured by you,” he replied on Conor’s teasing and added casually, “How about to continue our trip through the park for another hour and then find some place to have a dinner?”

[I’m tired after a trip to Safari Park, so, I won’t be long, I think]

[screaming children, what can be worse. I want to kill their parents, grandparents or whoever is in charge. children should laugh, not cry…

going for a walk. replies will be later.]

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carriageofaerietails:

yourlovingkingofhell:

Crowley looked away and sighed. His daughter, a stepdaughter actually, as well as her mother, was a painful subject for him, but he couldn’t escape from it. “Ishtar is older, than you, she should be… sixteen now… I think. She’s with her mother now, far away from here. But I will introduce you to each other, if… when they will come back. She’s nice, very smart and independent. You might be friends.” He fixed the pendant on Mireya’s neck, looking at her very seriously. “It’s important, Mireya. Never take it off. Never.”

"She sounds nice." Mireya agreed. She probably could be friends with a girl like that, although Ishtar really was a lot older. Teenagers could be fun to play with when they weren’t being rude or stroppy. "I know. I promise, I won’t take it off." Mireya assured, and then paused, "Even in the bath or when I go to sleep?"

"Even in the bath or when you go to sleep." Crowley nodded and stroked Mireya’s hair. The reminder of his own daugter, that he was raising for almost thirteen years, doing all his best to turn from a demon to a father and back, brought some softeness into his behaviour. "Now go, take a bath, dress yourself and make the bed. Me and the Queen will be here in an hour. Do you need help or something?"

The Blind Love | AU || Closed

clawingthroughhell:

yourlovingkingofhell:

"Yes, and you have to agree, I do it finely." Fergus shifted closer, it wasn’t nesessary, but he liked to feel Conor’s warmth and didn’t want the other to lose him in the space. It was good to dive into this green and fresh atmosphere, with a smell of grass and flowers on the spray of water. He took a deep breath, inhaling his lover’s scent among other things. The city still made it’s presense known with sounds of traffic, but it was easy to distract from it and imagine them inside of oasis, remove people with the power of fantasy and save only natural things around. But without the other man the sensations weren’t complete. Fergus was sort of hermit as well, and without Conor’s appearance in his life the idea of coming here alone would hardly come to his mind. Now his head was full of domestic thoughts and all of them were unexpectedly pleasant.

"And you say, you’re boring!" He exclaimed, chewing his ice cream. "It leads us to two options. We can watch something at home or we can go to the cinema. Depends on how bad your taste in films is." Fergus pulled Conor’s hand to himself gently and bit from his cone. "Yours is better, than mine," he teased, "Wanna taste?" He had thought about reading something to Conor, actually it was one of the first thoughts after their first date. Reading was his job and his hobby, and after his lover let him know, that he loved Fergus’s voice, this idea seemed even better, probably he will left it for another time. He didn’t try to talk about films before, because he couldn’t know the other’s reaction. The fact, that Conor suggested it himself was a surprise, but good. Their pastime together turned to be less unvaried.

"Never denied that, have I?" Conor murmured. He shifted comfortably against the other man, privately enjoying the contact, affectionate as it was. He breathed in lightly, catching the scent of the soap and shampoo they had used earlier, they were so close now. His scent was pleasantly clean. The atmosphere also was nice for him, as he found the calmness to be far, far more relaxing than he would have ever guessed. He was actually embarrassed with himself now, practically locking himself away for so long. He felt so much better, going out and getting some fresh air finally. Conor was now inclined to believe Fergus when he implied that he looked terrible- or perhaps, he thought, drawn was a better word. 

"Maybe we can leave that for another time?" he suggested, in reference to going to the cinema. It was a lot calmer to sit in one of their apartments and watch something there. He brushed a finger over the back of his lover’s hand when he took it, taking a bite of his own cone as well. "But, oh, my taste is absolutely terrible. You’ll regret it in minutes, I promise." Of course, Conor knew that he had good taste in films. He was making it obvious just by his tone that he was joking. Like most people, probably, he did enjoy films a lot. Losing his sight hadn’t changed that, he just focused on the more auditory aspects than visual. He resolved quietly that he would leave his other thought for another date. That would have been a bit of an odd request. Well, perhaps it wasn’t, but he still thought it ought to be left for a later time. He relaxed and leaned back where he sat. "Consider this revenge for taking me away from Rocky." Softly, he laughed. 

They were sitting so close now, Fergus just couldn’t help wrapping his hand aroung his lover’s waist. When Conor bit at his ice cream, he leaned forward slightly and tilted his head, watching him and admitting one more time, that he’s never saw anything more gorgeous, than this man. Also the fact, that Conor knew his body and could fix him in space so well, he didn’t miss his hand with a cone, was very pleasant. He was still looking pale and tired, but the improving of this required not one day of work. But the expression of his face was much more relaxed and contented, than before. Fergus thought with some kind of pride, that he did his job good, returning Conor his zets for life. At the same time he felt, that something came back to him as well, something, that he lost a few years ago with a few other things. He didn’t know, how to call it yet, but it was very comfortable feeling of something old and usual, but forgotten.

"Of course, we can," he answered, pulling the other to himself almost unnoticeable. To tell the truth, the picture of them, cuddling on his sofa before the screen, was more pleasing, than a dark cinema with people around, chewing the popcorn. And if Conor will need a comment about things, happening in the movie, they won’t annoy another audience. There were other perks too, but Fergus left them on the bottom of his mind for now. He didn’t believe, when Conor insisted, that his taste was terrible. Even if it didn’t sound like a joke, he couldn’t doubt the other man’s intelligence, but he played up to his lover. Fergus sighed and said in humble tone, "Alright, I will try to endure this. It will be two hours at the most after all." He nudged Conor’s side and proceeded to eat his ice cream with a smile more wide, that it probably had to be. 

[stop reblogging and do drafts you sonuvabitch]

omgfassbender:

never thought that lower arms could turn me on that much..gaaah

crowleysdelicateass:

Maaaaark you gotta stop (but don’t stop because you look damn good!)

bluentri:

Can we just take a moment to……..fuck……..

allmonstrsarehuman:

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