𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐖.

— he brings his hand to cup Samuel's defined jaw. A couple of his fingertips skimming his beloved's lower lip. " I trust you're not here to tease me, my love ? . . " he muses in a deep tone, smirking.

ᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ Scrooge is already putting up their Christmas decorations .. ᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ⠀⠀ᅠᅠ

mother, why don't you look at me? i'm not a mirror of my father, your blood is in me too.

IT'S A DOG EAT DOG WORLD! THIS PACK RUNS 'TIL THE END OF THE LINE.

⠀ ⠀there's a glimpse of annoyance, dark sights rolling to the back of his head. parted lips letting out a soft breath, brows etching slightly. he has missed his lover dearly, though truth be told — he's now too elated by his return to fight. " I will.. If you kiss me. "

i want to rot in a flower field with you.