Didn’t have time for much so I crammed a couple Armins into my day
He looks cuter if you click on him
Feel free to ask
Reblog if you’ve ever gotten horny over the thought of Marco fucking Jean in the dirtiest damn way possible
if you like cheesy garlic bread.
” “Listen, Padre, let me walk you home,” I say, extending the olive branch. Marco shakes his head.
“I’m not a Father,” he says. “I’m a reverend. You can just call me Marco, though.”
I nod. “Okay, Marco,” I say. “Let me walk you home.”
He smiles and scratches his head, and for some reason I’m feeling nervous again.
“I, uh. I live above the sanctuary.” He points to the wide, white doors behind us. “So it’s not really that far.”
I stare at the doors for a moment, then back to Marco, before marching right over to them and opening one wide.
It doesn’t take more than half a second’s glance to convince me that Marco must really be fucking blind. I slam the door shut again and turn to face him, shoulders tense. “No,” I say simply. He blinks at me, and I shake my head. “No fucking way, Pad—Marco. Have you opened your eyes lately?”
He licks his lips and flushes a little, rubbing a finger under his nose. “I just thought, you know… sometimes when cars go by, their shadows move along the walls…”
I look at him incredulously and point over my shoulder, mouth hanging open. “Cars,” I manage finally. ” “Ghost Story” - avoidingavoidance
Please, forgive my messy coloring!! D: