Hushed Willows Bugs Outside, Wolves Inside

Trick's walls were high and thick, as if he were living in his own personal castle. He had his upstairs where he kept his absolutely brilliant ideas and dark plans. There was his core, a stone heart guarded by soldiers with sharp spears, always mad and protecting his core from any pain. They had done a lot of fighting, especially in his teen years, and they had mastered the art of fighting. Then, there was his basement, right underneath his core, a door locking whatever was inside in. There his true emotions played poker against each other every night and the loser had to bang on the door once. No one had ever gone through the door though, the soldiers wouldn't let them.

Cute? Was he just called cute? Ohoh, he wasn't cute. He was dangerously handsome and insanely smart. Maybe the sparkles in his green eyes and the sweet smile he could fake at any given time could be seen as cute, but him as a whole? -and if it was because of his seize, Trick would personally murder Teabag right here... After the banging part that is-. He rolled his emerald green orbs. After we're done, you will never call me cute again. He commented with a smirk. I may look like a wet summer dream, but let me tell you, boo, I'm a true beast when it comes to making love. He warned in his voice as sweet as honey. He may have never done it, but he had stamina for two and was rather dirty-minded.

He went on licking and nibbling the other, making his way up to the side of Teabag's face. There, he boosted himself up - since Teabag was slightly bigger than him- trying to grab his ear playfully.