[TEXT TO Xavier Carlisle]

[changedlikearemix]

So, as I sit here at a gay bar on the prowl for something fresh, I've found myself ending up judging their clothes based on whether or not you'd let me out of the house in them. And I find myself also wondering -- Darling, are you yourself the origin of the word "fabulous"? Because the word itself always brings to mind a picture of you, and also you're old enough to be the origin of some words.

@ waywithwords

[intheairtonight]

Many people seem to assume everyone understands the concept of being in love with a desire for it and those who say they don't are innately damaged or lacking in basic human instinct. I don't, nor have any depth of understanding to it. Thanks for the sympathy vote, but that doesn't make me flawed. It makes me someone who has no wish to be tethered to another person.

@ muserevival ♠ Quote of the Day 035.

[bloodstainedheart]

HERE @ muserevival

“Flowers are happy things.”
- P. G. Wodehouse

The past few days - or nights, rather - had been restless for Xavier. He had things on his mind and he had a tendency to brood through things. He wasn't audacious, by any means. He was more of the cool, calm and collected sort, much to the often stereotypical traits of his Clan. It was also another reason why Greg had proven to be the Yin to his Yang. They could truly be polar opposites more often than not, and it went with Xavier's true belief that soul mates were not intended to match, but compliment both each other's strengths and their weaknesses with a bold balance to build a sturdy foundation of literally forever together.

( When he got into one of these 'moods', as Greg would simple put it, there was only one thing that could really placate and soothe him... )