6am: (Damp towels)
Phil Connors ([personal profile] 6am) wrote2021-10-04 08:45 pm

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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PHIL CONNORS.

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<goodweather> You have reached the chatroom of Ryslig's favorite weatherman, Phil Connors
<goodweather> If you're contacting me for business deals offer me a price first
<goodweather> But if you're looking for a more "fun" time, I'm all ears. ;)
wheresmyjuul: (softer)

[personal profile] wheresmyjuul 2022-02-06 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He shifts closer, leg pressing firm to Phil's. He can't hold him close while they're eating breakfast, but he can at least let him know he's there.]

Hey. I'll always be there for you, okay? You're safe, love. Today's not going to loop. [He keeps his voice soft.] We're going to get through today - and then tomorrow morning, I'm taking you to the bathhouse to get pampered.

[One of his hands runs down Phil's back tenderly.]

...And if it does loop, and I don't remember? You'll still have me. I'll always believe you. I love you, Phil. You're not alone today, okay?
wheresmyjuul: (softer)

[personal profile] wheresmyjuul 2022-02-07 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll book something. My treat.

[He's very firm on paying for things for the both of them, given the money he's accumulated. Between the Bar and the Red Alert sales, he could afford to look after Phil.]

Hey. I said it when we got together: I'm here for you and I want to be here for you.
wheresmyjuul: (softer)

[personal profile] wheresmyjuul 2022-02-13 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
There's no one better for me than you.

[He's still very firm on that sentiment.]

Something I will repeat as often as I have to. I have rejected demigods and Princes of other realms as my suitors. And it's you I've given my heart to. I don't make choices lightly, and I will not be deterred by your best efforts to do so.

[The trays are set on the floor. Rev'll clean up later. Instead, he pulls Phil into his lap, pressing kisses along his neck, before burying his face in his soft fluff.]