You don’t look so insulted. A little flattered, in my opinion.
I’m sure I should be flattered being compared to the Devil… I am, however, very flattered by your use of dapper. So thank you. You’re, uh, quite the charmer yourself.
(Source: lizdarling, via lizdarling)
Well, if it isn’t the dapper devil.
I’m insulted you’d call me such a thing, Sebastian.
(Source: lizdarling)
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It’s funny, really, the way you miss the most unnoticeable things the most, the things you really took for granted. While most of Quinn’s senses - Taste, smell, sight and hearing - Had been improved incredibly. They were all more acute, and had a wider range, but in a way, her sense of touch had been depleted. It wasn’t as though she couldn’t feel, it was simply that certain textures and feelings she expected to be there when she touched things, simply weren’t. The leather seats of her father’s car weren’t terribly cold when she sat down, and it didn’t stick to her skin when she was getting out. Both sensations were ones that, as a human, she’d hated - But now that they were gone, she missed them more than ever. Regardless, she leaned across the seat to kiss her father on the cheek and thank him for the ride, mumbling a quick sound of acknowledgment at his reassurance he’d be back by eleven to pick her up before sliding out of the car. Here it was, again, as she walked the familiar steps up to the front of the building - She could feel the wind against her skin, brushing along it, but the expected cold she’d come to associate with the feeling was absent, leaving her feeling slightly disappointed and a little bit empty.
When Quinn reached the door of Blaine’s apartment, she took a moment to trace the wood with her finger, following the knots of it to the door handle and switching to the smoother surface of the door handle. Finally, she rapped her knuckles against the door, straightening and putting a smile on her face - It wasn’t really forced, she was genuinely glad to be here, to see Blaine, but it was a conscious effort. She knew he hated seeing her upset.
Blaine jumped slightly at the tapping at the door, his reaction quickly changing to one of utter joy as he realized it was Quinn arriving. He quickly smoothed his hair back down in the mirror for good measure before sweeping up his pet into his arms, grabbing his present as he ran and skidded to a halt at the door. With one last slick of his hair he smoothed out the front of his polo, straightened Elvis’ bandanna and opened the door, beaming with his usual excitement over life.
“Happy Belated Valentine’s Day, Doll Face!” He chirped excitedly, adjusting the less than thrilled feline in his arm as he held the bag out to her with his free hand. Realizing the errors of his ways, he chuckled. “Oh God, I’m sorry. Come in, Quinn! Elvis ‘n I got a little ahead of ourselves there.” He gave a apologetic chuckle, waiting for the blonde the enter the room before shutting the door behind her. The brunette followed eagerly behind her, setting the cat gently on the mattress before eating himself beside it. “So, Quinn. Who’s present do you wanna open first? Mine, or Elvis’?” He questions with raised brows, an almost painfully wide smile plastered across his face.
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After a through and tedious cleaning of the apartment, Blaine was ready to make fashion preparations. With a huff, he flopped onto his bed, patting the vacant space on the mattress as he whistled to his feline companion. Being well trained, the cat happily obliged, taking his time as he traveled across the apartment to join his owner on the mattress. The curly haired male sat up in his bed, picking up the cat and placing him on his lap. “Alright Elvis, we gotta look nice ‘n spiffy when Quinn shows up, got it?” He instructed the animal, reaching for a medium sized piece of pink fabric with red heart printed all over it. Blaine carefully folded the fabric into a triangle, tying it loosely into a bandanna around the pet’s neck. He flattened the fabric around Elvis’ neck, eyeing the reflection of the pair across the room. “You’re quite the looker, Elvis. The king would be proud.” He chuckled, placing the cat aside as he stood up off the mattress. The brunette checked his reflection before even considering what to wear. His hair was already neatly greased back, so there was no need to worry over his hair. All there was left to do was pick the perfect outfit. He quickly shed his clothing, heading over to his closet to select his clothing. Deciding to keep with the belated Valentine’s theme, he pulled out a pair of red capri pants, and a simple white polo. Quickly changing, he made his way over to his sacred bow tie drawer. He pulled open the drawer, not even having to give the choice a second thought before pulling out a bright red bow tie with pink hearts. Blaine tied it around his next with expertise, turning to his feline companion with great excitement. “Elvis! We match!” He chuckled, scrunching his face at his ‘friend’ before running his hands over his hair once more. Everything seemed to be in order, now all he had to do was wait.
I know, Blaine. I know it doesn’t mean anything to you and I know it’s not like they’re touching you. I’m being stupid, I’m sorry.
Darling, I hate seeing you upset. You not stupid and you have no reason to be sorry. How ‘bout you come over? Elvis ‘n I have some belated Valentine’s Day gifts for you.
(Source: nothings-gonna-harm-you, via beesand-roses)
