Tha' name's Connor MacManus. Ye' might know me better as one o'tha' Saints o'South Boston. Probably seen a few things 'bout me in tha' news. Believe wha' cha' want, this is wha' I do. Wha' God told me ta' do. Gotta' problem wit' it? 'm always willin' ta' fight.

[[ Connor is from the movie Boondock Saints by Troy Duffy. FC is Sean Patrick Flanery. I take claim over neither.]]
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[he shifted instantly, moving them so their positions were switched so Will was on top before kissing him again] Better?   

[He sat at slightly, chewing on his upper lip for a moment before tugging his shirt up and off, letting it drop to the ground before letting his eyes close. It took a moment but William kept his word, wings unfurling into sight, two of the three on the side closest to the couch folding to keep from smacking into the furniture.]

[Connor let out a small hum when his wings were released, fingers moving to card through the feathers] Ye’ haven’t been keepin’ up wit’ ‘em [it was murmur, his lips dropping to kiss along his jaw and neck] ‘m I really tha’ only one ye’ let fix ‘em? 

[William had to bite down the soft rumble of a noise at the feeling of fingers slowly moving among his feathers, eyes sliding half laden at the feeling. His head tipped back slightly at the assault along his neck, mumbling something that didn’t bother to be heard] Yea’, ya’ are- only one see ‘em ‘n a  while s’well.

Well, ta’ be honest, I like tha’ ‘m tha’ only one tha’ touches ‘em so I won’t lecture ye’. [grins and kisses him again before nosing his neck, one hand moving across his wings to clean the feathers] 

[smiles slightly, head tipping back subtly with a low hum- not that he’d be willing to admit to it- something he couldn’t resist as the wings that were able to move spread out a little further] Good, dun’ think ‘d even notice if ya’ did.

‘Course not. [chuckles, focusing on fixing his wings, head rolling toi lean against the man’s chest while he worked]

[crinkles his nose, smirking more then smiling as his head lulled forward, resting against the other’s as he worked on his wings]

[he started kissing his chest and neck slowly, leisurely, not really in a hurry anymore but jsut happy to be back in the stupid countryman’s home] 

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sanctus-aequitas replied to your post: Friday night. Nothin’ ta’ do. Sounds like a night ta’ drink ta’ me.

Always up fer a drink.

[grins] Always up fer me ta’ kick yer arse ye’ me, little brother. 

Th’ fuck y’ can. We both know I can kick yer arse both on an’ off th’ table.

Oh really? So ye’ never ‘ave outta’ tha’- wha’- kindness o’yer heart? Suuure, Murph. 

Got no kindness in me ‘eart, brother. Ye know tha’. So yer buyin’, righ’?

Since I am tha’ responsibile one I guess so. [smirks and plops down on a bar stool, raising a hand for dock to bring them shot glasses and a bottle of scotch] Ye’ know how this is gonna’ end, brother. 

Aye, wit’ y’ drunk off yer arse an’ me carryin’ y’ home. +Settles on the stool next to him, customary smirk in place as he took up the bottle and filled the glasses before sliding one in front of the blond.+

Think ye’ got tha’ backwards there. [grins and takes the shot, knocking it back easily before beaming] Another. 

+Snorts, raising the shot, then tipping it back before refilling the glasses.+ Keep tellin’ yerself tha’.

Ye’ knew how I like ta’ be honest [grins wolfishly] 

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[he shifted instantly, moving them so their positions were switched so Will was on top before kissing him again] Better?   

[He sat at slightly, chewing on his upper lip for a moment before tugging his shirt up and off, letting it drop to the ground before letting his eyes close. It took a moment but William kept his word, wings unfurling into sight, two of the three on the side closest to the couch folding to keep from smacking into the furniture.]

[Connor let out a small hum when his wings were released, fingers moving to card through the feathers] Ye’ haven’t been keepin’ up wit’ ‘em [it was murmur, his lips dropping to kiss along his jaw and neck] ‘m I really tha’ only one ye’ let fix ‘em? 

[William had to bite down the soft rumble of a noise at the feeling of fingers slowly moving among his feathers, eyes sliding half laden at the feeling. His head tipped back slightly at the assault along his neck, mumbling something that didn’t bother to be heard] Yea’, ya’ are- only one see ‘em ‘n a  while s’well.

Well, ta’ be honest, I like tha’ ‘m tha’ only one tha’ touches ‘em so I won’t lecture ye’. [grins and kisses him again before nosing his neck, one hand moving across his wings to clean the feathers] 

[smiles slightly, head tipping back subtly with a low hum- not that he’d be willing to admit to it- something he couldn’t resist as the wings that were able to move spread out a little further] Good, dun’ think ‘d even notice if ya’ did.

‘Course not. [chuckles, focusing on fixing his wings, head rolling toi lean against the man’s chest while he worked]

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sanctus-aequitas replied to your post: Friday night. Nothin’ ta’ do. Sounds like a night ta’ drink ta’ me.

Always up fer a drink.

[grins] Always up fer me ta’ kick yer arse ye’ me, little brother. 

Th’ fuck y’ can. We both know I can kick yer arse both on an’ off th’ table.

Oh really? So ye’ never ‘ave outta’ tha’- wha’- kindness o’yer heart? Suuure, Murph. 

Got no kindness in me ‘eart, brother. Ye know tha’. So yer buyin’, righ’?

Since I am tha’ responsibile one I guess so. [smirks and plops down on a bar stool, raising a hand for dock to bring them shot glasses and a bottle of scotch] Ye’ know how this is gonna’ end, brother. 

Aye, wit’ y’ drunk off yer arse an’ me carryin’ y’ home. +Settles on the stool next to him, customary smirk in place as he took up the bottle and filled the glasses before sliding one in front of the blond.+

Think ye’ got tha’ backwards there. [grins and takes the shot, knocking it back easily before beaming] Another. 

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Send me a “✪” and a name, and I’ll kiss them

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sanctus-aequitas replied to your post: Friday night. Nothin’ ta’ do. Sounds like a night ta’ drink ta’ me.

Always up fer a drink.

[grins] Always up fer me ta’ kick yer arse ye’ me, little brother. 

Th’ fuck y’ can. We both know I can kick yer arse both on an’ off th’ table.

Oh really? So ye’ never ‘ave outta’ tha’- wha’- kindness o’yer heart? Suuure, Murph. 

Got no kindness in me ‘eart, brother. Ye know tha’. So yer buyin’, righ’?

Since I am tha’ responsibile one I guess so. [smirks and plops down on a bar stool, raising a hand for dock to bring them shot glasses and a bottle of scotch] Ye’ know how this is gonna’ end, brother. 

Posted 6 months ago with 8 notes (source: saintveritas | via: sanctus-aequitas)
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[he shifted instantly, moving them so their positions were switched so Will was on top before kissing him again] Better?   

[He sat at slightly, chewing on his upper lip for a moment before tugging his shirt up and off, letting it drop to the ground before letting his eyes close. It took a moment but William kept his word, wings unfurling into sight, two of the three on the side closest to the couch folding to keep from smacking into the furniture.]

[Connor let out a small hum when his wings were released, fingers moving to card through the feathers] Ye’ haven’t been keepin’ up wit’ ‘em [it was murmur, his lips dropping to kiss along his jaw and neck] ‘m I really tha’ only one ye’ let fix ‘em? 

[William had to bite down the soft rumble of a noise at the feeling of fingers slowly moving among his feathers, eyes sliding half laden at the feeling. His head tipped back slightly at the assault along his neck, mumbling something that didn’t bother to be heard] Yea’, ya’ are- only one see ‘em ‘n a  while s’well.

Well, ta’ be honest, I like tha’ ‘m tha’ only one tha’ touches ‘em so I won’t lecture ye’. [grins and kisses him again before nosing his neck, one hand moving across his wings to clean the feathers] 

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sanctus-aequitas replied to your post: Friday night. Nothin’ ta’ do. Sounds like a night ta’ drink ta’ me.

Always up fer a drink.

[grins] Always up fer me ta’ kick yer arse ye’ me, little brother. 

Th’ fuck y’ can. We both know I can kick yer arse both on an’ off th’ table.

Oh really? So ye’ never ‘ave outta’ tha’- wha’- kindness o’yer heart? Suuure, Murph. 

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sanctus-aequitas replied to your post: Friday night. Nothin’ ta’ do. Sounds like a night ta’ drink ta’ me.

Always up fer a drink.

[grins] Always up fer me ta’ kick yer arse ye’ me, little brother. 

Posted 6 months ago with 8 notes
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