When You're A Natural Aura Farmer You Generate An Aura Excess And That's Why They Killed Che Guevara

He makes my brain happy when I feel like shit.

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maybe i am governed by euro-centric concepts......

bro maybe nikto's meds don't work because they are russian prescription, ritalin isn't even legal in russia

quick doodle, no ref, we ball 🙏

Imagine taking Nikto's cigarette from his deformed lips to snatch a kiss from him before poking his cigarette back in between his mouth.

Like, he's just sitting alone with the bottom half of his mask clipped up so he can take in his daily dose of nicotine, malnourished lips making him unable to have the best suction so the cigarette burns before he's even done with it.

But when you managed to sneak up on him smoking away on cheap cigarettes, you couldn't help your greedy fingers as you creeped up and snatched it. Nikto was damn about ready to jump you, but seeing that it was only you, his beloved friend and coworker, he could let it slide. Just this once, he tried to convince himself.

But it became routinely. He'd pull out a cigarette and light it for himself before handing it to you for you to take a drag. While tobacco wasn't exactly a favourite of yours, you only took a drag simply because Nikto had put his mouth on it before you.

An indirect kiss, perhaps?

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Nikto is chopping wood when it hits you. You're watching from your back porch door, a porcelain mug of hot chocolate cradled in your warm palms.

It's cold- far too cold for Nikto to be chopping wood in your garden right now. A thick layer of frost blanketing everything in sight- in which he had scraped your car for you earlier this morning whilst you were still in bed. He's still in his sleeping clothes; his thin black shirt that stuck to his body in a thick sleeve or fabric, and those baggy grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He's still refused to let you stitch the hemming- which is frayed and worn. Insisting that it is no use fixing it. There's no fixing it, llubov. I'll let it fray and throw it later. No use.

It was certainly a sight. He had drunk his tea down quickly once he noticed your shivering shoulders. Wrapped you up in that fluffy cream nightgown of yours, and set out to fill the fireplace. A silent promise to keep you warm. To provide. He had shot you a stern look at the sight of you lingering in the doorway- your pyjamas shorts and lack of slippers irking him. You wanted to roll your eyes at him. Used to his picking. You are a little warm soft thing. You need to stay warm.

"you're acting like a husband". You quip softly. Playfully, that smile that could warm butter on your pretty lips. "Do you want to be my husband, Andre?".

"yes".

Nikto's sincere raspy voice is sincere as he answers immediately- stunning you into silence. Glancing up at you to fix you an intense stare as he split the log with his hands. Something soft and eager in his eyes. Apprehensive on his own behalf, but filled with longing.

"you'll always be warm". He vows. Eyes filled with something- devotion. So tremendous, that it rattles you to the bone. His eyes meet yours, and you're not sure you can look away. Can't find your hands to sever the line. Pinning you down. He makes the first move- leaving the axe by the tree stump, shoes crunching in the glittering frosted grass. Approaching you like a weary hound.

"then in that case, may I mend these then?". You mumble. Now shy, your heart quivering at the intensity in his face. His hand meets yours as it brushes over the frayed hem of his sweatpants- a warm, halting hold. An unsure pause, you think... Before his shoulders relax a little, and his fingers wiggle softly between yours to melt into an embrace of hands. A gesture so sweet, so unsure and new to him, it was his turn to fluster. Feline eyes wandering from your eyes to your fingers clasped with his.

"yes. I... Let's try".

thank you dear malrows and nikto 😭😭😭

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Nikto who acts like a territorial and hypervigilent guard dog whenever a repairman/electrician is in the home. He doesn't like it. He can do it just fine, take care of your home. Ask for him- no need for a guy to come over. Nikto you can't fix wires for shit dear

He's constantly hovering- stoic and watching. Monitoring, he likes to call it. You think he's trying to set the poor repairman on fire with his stare. Stood in the doorway with his arms crossed firmly across his broad chest, icy feline eyes staring at him like the man was a juicy mouse.

Nikto who makes useful commentary orders towards the repair guy.

"Hurry".

"Hm. You are using the wrong tool, here, this is better".

"Do this- not like that".

Nikto who won't leave you alone in a room with the man. He's peering over his shoulder to keep an eye on you- paranoid about a stranger being in your safe space. He's not distrustful of you- far from it. He'd let you hold a razor to his throat and not feel an ounce of fear. It's this stranger he doesn't trust.

Afterwards he's sombre. Solemn. Paws at the nape of your neck with a warm palm, grumbling a deep gravely sigh- a sigh of relief now that this unfamiliar man and his unfamiliar smell is out of your home now.

"we were...Hostile. Very sorry llubov". He struggles to swallow his own words, but his eyes are sincere. You scratch at his chin playfully. He melts against your nails.

"guard dog".

"yes ma'am".

the lord wouldn't let me draw anything good today... i guess i will just study

anonymously make an assumption about me and i'll confirm/deny it

ritalin, my wife