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writetomyheart2022-11-23 09:10 pm
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[team four] garnet
Hello team four!!
Starting this round with a snippet from a fic I'm working on.
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
Bible looks up from his glass of water without really needing to because he could pick out that voice in a crowd. In front of him, leaning heavily against the bar, is Build. A wide grin splits out on Build’s face when their gazes meet. Build is still wearing that blue lens, a silly excuse for a Halloween costume, but Bible knows he’s in no place to criticize Build’s half-assed costume, seeing as he’s only wearing a the Hellfire club tee.
Cosplayers around the world will be grimacing at their phone screens when they see it.
“What?” Bible asks dumbly, mouth heavy. He has only been drinking mocktails, so there’s absolutely no reason for his mouth to act like he’s as drunk as Build looks.
Build, unlike Bible, has been drinking with a capital D. Bible lost count after he had eyed the sixth party umbrella-ed neon blue drink, balancing precariously in Build’s hand as he held it over his head, doing some kind of grinding dance with Us. Bible had to look away after that because Build’s shirt had been riding up, partly due to Us’s deft fingers and partly due to Build himself lifting his shirt up. Bible had started to sweat.
Build sways on his feet, elbow resting heavily next to the glasses on the bar's countertop, his black bangs falling into his eyes. Build blinks once, licks his lips as if he’s going to talk, but stops.
“Did it hurt,” Build begins again, this time slower and in a deeper yet softer voice. “When you fell from heaven?”
Somewhere, Bible can hear Barcode yell.
Heat creeps up Bible’s neck, reaching the tip of his ears. Bible feels his eyes widen, his mouth falling open.
Build grins at him, then. Bible wants to—
“Phi!”
An arm wrapped in garnet-colored velour is slung around Build’s shoulders. The rest of Ta’s body follows, curling around Build’s slighter frame. Someone has drawn whiskers on Ta’s round cheeks. His eyes are crinkled at the corners, and he’s wearing the same lopsided grin as Build. Ta’s black hair is slicked back, a strand of hair falling onto his forehead.
Ta had said he wasn’t going to drink that much, so who had gotten him drunk?
“P’Build,” Ta says in a whine, drawing out the vowels. He squeezes Build’s shoulders with the arm that’s wrapped around his shoulders. “P’Build what did you do to Bible, he’s all red”.
“He’s P’Bible to you, brat,” Build says, going for sounding strict, but he’s unable to fight the laughter out of his voice as he pinches Ta’s cheek. Ta puffs up both his cheeks, as if upset, but this only sends Build out in a laughing fit while he gushes about Ta’s bun face while kneading Ta’s cheeks like dough.
Only when Ta’s cheeks are as red as his suit, does Build stop, out of breath from laughing.
Will be tagging the next writer on Discord ^^
Starting this round with a snippet from a fic I'm working on.
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
Bible looks up from his glass of water without really needing to because he could pick out that voice in a crowd. In front of him, leaning heavily against the bar, is Build. A wide grin splits out on Build’s face when their gazes meet. Build is still wearing that blue lens, a silly excuse for a Halloween costume, but Bible knows he’s in no place to criticize Build’s half-assed costume, seeing as he’s only wearing a the Hellfire club tee.
Cosplayers around the world will be grimacing at their phone screens when they see it.
“What?” Bible asks dumbly, mouth heavy. He has only been drinking mocktails, so there’s absolutely no reason for his mouth to act like he’s as drunk as Build looks.
Build, unlike Bible, has been drinking with a capital D. Bible lost count after he had eyed the sixth party umbrella-ed neon blue drink, balancing precariously in Build’s hand as he held it over his head, doing some kind of grinding dance with Us. Bible had to look away after that because Build’s shirt had been riding up, partly due to Us’s deft fingers and partly due to Build himself lifting his shirt up. Bible had started to sweat.
Build sways on his feet, elbow resting heavily next to the glasses on the bar's countertop, his black bangs falling into his eyes. Build blinks once, licks his lips as if he’s going to talk, but stops.
“Did it hurt,” Build begins again, this time slower and in a deeper yet softer voice. “When you fell from heaven?”
Somewhere, Bible can hear Barcode yell.
Heat creeps up Bible’s neck, reaching the tip of his ears. Bible feels his eyes widen, his mouth falling open.
Build grins at him, then. Bible wants to—
“Phi!”
An arm wrapped in garnet-colored velour is slung around Build’s shoulders. The rest of Ta’s body follows, curling around Build’s slighter frame. Someone has drawn whiskers on Ta’s round cheeks. His eyes are crinkled at the corners, and he’s wearing the same lopsided grin as Build. Ta’s black hair is slicked back, a strand of hair falling onto his forehead.
Ta had said he wasn’t going to drink that much, so who had gotten him drunk?
“P’Build,” Ta says in a whine, drawing out the vowels. He squeezes Build’s shoulders with the arm that’s wrapped around his shoulders. “P’Build what did you do to Bible, he’s all red”.
“He’s P’Bible to you, brat,” Build says, going for sounding strict, but he’s unable to fight the laughter out of his voice as he pinches Ta’s cheek. Ta puffs up both his cheeks, as if upset, but this only sends Build out in a laughing fit while he gushes about Ta’s bun face while kneading Ta’s cheeks like dough.
Only when Ta’s cheeks are as red as his suit, does Build stop, out of breath from laughing.
Will be tagging the next writer on Discord ^^