#Dlaise

[lazy0kitten]

Slytherin BF(F)

[machiiavelliian]

Let’s kiss and then take off our clothes. ( this is some EXACTLY the wild shit dom would say tbh)

             " ah, well. here’s a question first. how much of that wine have you had? “

he is no fool. he knows rather well that she is something to be admired, to be held in delicate hands and treated with the utmost respect and adoration. however, he also knows that italy tends to create illusions, and his wine has many enamoring capabilities, and although he himself is handsome, he is also sharp. he is something to cut yourself upon. he is a threat. and so he must ask. he must ask before he makes mistakes such as taking the pretty girl to bed with the intention of waking up to her. he can’t imagine her leaving, after all.

             ” trust me. it will be far more enjoyable for the both of us if we can just settle that particular matter. how many glasses, love? “

but the more he looks at her, the less it matters, and that alone makes him tremble.

[machiiavelliian]

❝ i had a dream about you. ❞ // from dom @wistcrias

“ is that right? ” he hides it well. yes, the fact that it has become increasingly difficult to conceal the immense curiosity she tends to inspire on a regular basis in such a short amount of time? he hides it well, so very well. but he feels every sting and stir of it nonetheless. there is no way to discredit it much less diminish it, and so he’s learned to bury it beneath that cool facade and tailored apathy. in fact, by now, that obscurity fits him like a glove, as well as his suits do. “ and what, pray tell, was i doing there? i’m quite interested in the quality of content.” it doesn’t occur to him —at least not until well after he’s indulged the idea— that perhaps it’s best not to ask. however, although he may hide the specifics, the curiosity itself is not something he shies from. he’s simply learned to wield it as though he himself had chosen to create it in the first place. that’s gotta be good enough for the time being. and so setting down his mug, steam still rising from the dark liquid within, he turns his sharp gaze on her, a challenge. “ go on, love. don’t be a tease now. ”