( picture prompt )

[broski]

the picture prompt meme.

➊ — Comment with your character.
➋ — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
➌ — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
➍ — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
➎ — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

embed an image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL>

control width and height of your pictures: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[identified]

[ Tastefully, Thomas keeps his eyes averted while Minho puts his clothes on, crouching down so he can play with ants scattered around in their hill. He tells them not to be worried about the huge naked guy blocking their sun -- they'll both be leaving soon, and they can get along with their anty duties in no time. ( The ant's name is Tris, and he has an Irish accent. )

Thanking Mother Earth with a grateful nod and a loving pat to the grass, Thomas quickly plucks up a nearby forget-me-not, twisting the flower around in between his fingers. He has a soft spot for the wonderful things that grow on this wonderful earth, what can he say? There isn't a thing he takes for granted -- unsurprisingly, that includes Minho. ]

I wouldn't say that. [ Thomas peers back up at him, elbows rested on his knees, the flower daintily pressed between his pointer and thumb fingers. With a heave, he stands up straight, stepping over to Minho, ducking the flower behind his ear. ]

I mean. You being a bad influence isn't all that bad, really. I love you, don't I?

[ He teases, picking up Minho's tie and setting about wrapping it around his neck. Presentable is important. ]

[arms]

[ Shifting his weight on his bare feet easily, so accustomed to the earth that he hardly bats an eye at the flowers that have sprout up in the area after his romp through it and the ants that are milling around, Minho fixes his shirt lazily. There's a split second where he debates tucking his shirt in completely, but then he just winds up tucking in one half and then doing up his button and fly.

It's then that Thomas is on his feet again, standing close to him and -

He huffs a small, fond noise at the flower that's tucked behind his ear. He doesn't really react otherwise, at least not at first. Instead he just moves into his space a bit more, inclining his head in towards him with a relaxed gaze, eyes half-lidded and maybe a little sly. ]

Do you?

high speed collides with

[killzones]

I -- shut up.

( it's that look that does it, really -- thomas shakes his head, eyes fluttering downwards while his cheeks light up in rosy red colors. he's not the best at expressing himself, not the best at showing affection or receiving it, not good at saying i love you unless it slips out from the sheer truth of it. getting called out on it makes him blush, like he's just been caught telling some secret -- though if it is one, it's poorly kept. people who don't even know him probably know how much he loves minho. their track record for getting caught making out in the janitor's closet speaks multitudes.

where he was fumbling around with minho's tie, he now slaps his chest kindly, moving in so he can wrap his arms around minho's torso, bury his face in the curve of his neck, like he intends to hide away. unsuccessful, given the one he's trying to hide away from is minho himself, and he could never stand to be away from him. )

Of course I do. Do you?

delighted warbles

[arms]

[ Positively charmed by Thomas' reaction, Minho's heart squeezes in his chest and a smile spreads across his face. It sickles his eyes, warm around the edges, as he just looks at him for a minute. Their feelings really, honestly, aren't a secret at all. Pretty much everyone knows about them at this point, and if they don't? Well, they can tell at a glance. Like if someone came across them now, they'd catch the gumiho looking at Thomas like he's the sun in the sky.

Bringing his hand up as Tommy tucks up against him as if he's hiding, he brushes his fingers against where the forget-me-not sits behind his ear. The touch causes the flower to bloom more, vibrant and bright and alive despite the way it was plucked from the ground.

Like it truly won't ever forget. ]

Across lifetimes. [ He's rarely so openly sappy, but still - he presses a kiss to his hair, wrapping his arms around Thomas' middle. ]