indie. / multi-ship.
khr. lal mirch.
#belniente, #bel-niente.

 Anonymous:
  "☒ colonelloldier"

colonelloldier:

She is drunk. Or on the way to. That is what Colonello had gathered. She would not have say anything about kissing so easily too. He had to think about how to answer this, because as nice as it may sound, he did not want her waking up to either forget what they did, or for her to punch him and blame it on him.

[text] Honestly, I’d rather you ask me to kiss you when you’re not drunk, or it would be meaningless.

Yeah, just be honest, a disciplined soldier. He sighed, scratching over his bandana.

[text] By the way, do you have a ride home? Or are you at home?

bel--niente-blog:

_{⊰ —————  { ♚ }
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[text] Damn you’re a good kisser.

_{She was either drunk or — this was something she
didn’t mean to send.}

_{⊰ —————  { ♚ }
 —— ;;   She merely stared at her phone
for a small bit. Reading over the text that was
sent to her. In her other hand she had a glass
of scotch and had been on her – forth glass?
She wasn’t too sure, but it did take a bit to
get her completely drunk, that she was sure
of.}

[text] I can try. If I have the courage to.

_{Was her text back to him, without much thought.
Her mind focused more on her drink, and well
trying to relax. Which was working wonders fyi.}

[text] Not home. Close to home. 
Why? Do you miss me?

_{She hit send, before downing the rest of her
drink. She didn’t know what he was up to, but
she had this feeling he may be wanting her
out of the small bar she landed herself in. Or
was it a pub? Hard to tell at times, all she knew
was that it was close by to her place.}