Bartholomew
Bart meanwhile cringes away from the long, dry tongue that investigated depths of his ear canal he’d rather remain virginal, thanks. “Yeugh, stop!” he grumbles, even as his chest shakes a little with laughter. At least one of the two in the bonded pair is tolerable, though getting turned into a human pancake seems to have forcibly mellowed the stranger. Enough to even make Bart laugh at his sour comment. “Yeah, y’ain’t wrong there. Not me though, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout peoples business, and they better not care ‘bout mine.” Also known as keep your damn nose outta my life to just about everyone but Nate.
The color in his cheeks is admittedly cute, but the wriggling less so, and Bart scowls down at him, curls hanging over his forehead. “Don’t be an idiot, I wasn’t gonna hurt ya till ya threatened me with yer dragon. If I was an Ascended, you know how intense a threat that is? Yer the one that wanted to be a brat instead of tellin’ me what ya were doin’ here.” Dark brow rises, reminding the younger man that he still hadn’t.
The color in his cheeks is admittedly cute, but the wriggling less so, and Bart scowls down at him, curls hanging over his forehead. “Don’t be an idiot, I wasn’t gonna hurt ya till ya threatened me with yer dragon. If I was an Ascended, you know how intense a threat that is? Yer the one that wanted to be a brat instead of tellin’ me what ya were doin’ here.” Dark brow rises, reminding the younger man that he still hadn’t.
They say I need therapy 'Cause I've got no symmetry
but maybe I just don't fit in
but maybe I just don't fit in
