𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵

ＢＥＡＵＦＯＲＴ ＣＨＡＲＬＥＳ ＳＷＡＮ - ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟy ᴩᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ.

you sure? i don't mind ordering what you want.

okay rabbit. ( teasing ) is that what you want? salad or a fake burger?

... you can't tell someone who's part wolf that your favorite food is salad.

"That is an excellent way to put it." Trevor keeps both hands in the pockets of his hoodie, a bit of trepidation coming over him as he sets foot in the living room. (Should he sit here? The kitchen? Not sit at all?)

edward’s self loathing had ended the moment beau had saved him from exposing their kind, surely meeting an end at the volturi’s hand. he had made a vow to himself that he wouldn’t leave him again. even if it was his way of protecting him. merely smiling in response to beau’s

i’m sorry, my love. emmett wanted a brotherly hunting trip, so i was … unreachable.

what's your favorite food?

beau, it was as our peers refer to as a joke, my sweet. what’s on your locked mind .ᐣ

well, since you're here, i was gonna order some food. you want some?

It is Sunday, so: Seduction via playing sports? In honor of the World Cup.

yes, my beautiful, sweet … and I know you hate when I call you this, pet.ᐣ

thank you. did you just come here to tell me that?

he would happily return the kiss, hands naturally resting against beau’s slender waist. he’d miss having to be gentle with him. “forever 𖬺͟ more, my love.”

nah, i know i’m hot. gorgeous is one i don't hear often though.

you think i’m gorgeous?

... like what?