ended up with pockets full of dust

[carly-weiss]

lookma-nohans‌:

She was talking. That much Hans knew. What she was saying, however, was a little lost as her beauty all but punched him in the face. She was right about her outfit: he was absolutely tongue tied. 

He was aware she was asking him a question, but he couldn’t for the life of him, remember what it was. Instead, he gestured in front of him, without words. “I… look beautiful,” he murmured and then quickly shook his head in amendment. “You look beautiful. I am an idiot.” He held out the flowers as his brain caught up with her words and he chuckled and ran his free hand through his hair. “Let’s head out,” he suggested. “Is it wrong if I say I want to show you off?”

His reaction reminded her of one thing she enjoyed about him. She was getting to an age where it was harder to truly surprise a man, to leave him tongue tied, to spark the feelings that came with an unpolished ability to trip over a compliment. He was unabashedly different, a little clumsy, but she trusted it was sincere more than she ever trusted poise and confidence. A slow smile spread over her face as she took the flowers.

“Thank you for these,” she began. “Come in while I get them set up and then we can leave.” She moved aside to open the door a little more and allow him entrance. “I think what you mean is you want to be seen with me. It’s a little objectifying but, you know, I did this on purpose. Being seen is okay.”

Originally posted by thecambridgees

[carly-weiss]

lookma-nohans‌:

Hans ran a hand through his hair as he stood outside Carly’s door with fresh flowers in hand. Something about Carly always brought him back. She didn’t want anything from him, or make him feel inferior, or demand things from him he couldn’t offer. She was, perhaps, the only person in his life he didn’t feel the need to be someone else around. But despite that, he’d still spent an embarrassingly long time getting ready for the festival, trying on different ensembles that looked good without looking like he’d tried. He had finally settled on dark jeans and a black button up shirt rolled up to his elbows and had spent more time than he cared to admit making different faces and poses in the mirror until he was really sold on the outfit. 

All of him was ready to see this outfit she’d promised would rock his world and he grinned as he lifted his hand to knock on her door at exactly eight o’clock, just like he said he would.

@carly-weiss

Carly had officially given up trying to figure out men for at least the fifth time in her life.  That didn’t explain why she’d said none of that to Hans when he texted her, out of the blue, to finally invite her to another date.  Maybe it was just the town functions that somehow untangled his tongue.  Maybe it was flattering he was asking her to another one.   As it was, she was pretty excited.  They’d had a good time at the prom.  It almost wasn’t worth thinking about too much. 

It wasn’t thinking, exactly, that prompted her to leave her shirt nearly unbuttoned.  It wasn’t thinking that had her flirting openly with him.  No, that was genuine excitement at the prospect of his company (again.)   And if she answered the door a little too quickly after he rang the bell, well, that wasn’t really thinking, either.  She smiled brightly.  “You’re very on time,” she said by way of greeting.  It was stupid, because he was late by so many other standards.  She decided she didn’t care.  “Would you like to start here or head out?  Full disclosure, I have about four things to eat in here, and at least two of them are a little past their prime.”

Originally posted by thecambridgees

[carly-weiss]

@lookma-nohans

[sunsetquotes]

If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting the rest of our lives.

Lemony Snicket; The Ersatz Elevator (via sunsetquotes)

[carly-weiss]

text | harly

H: Don't get me wrong, those are pretty good too. Definitely a close second.

H: However, I'm willing to compare them again. For science.

C: Those?

C: Well, if it's for science, I better bring my A game. Eliminate confounding variables.

[carly-weiss]

text | harly

H: I'm feeling pretty good about it.

H: The pockets. Definitely the pockets. Arguably the sexiest part of any piece of clothing.

C: I've been going about it all wrong then. I thought what was IN the clothing was the sexiest part.

[carly-weiss]

text | harly

H: Oktoberfest might be my favorite town event to date.

H: Did I forget to tell you I had a thing for scrubs?

C: Mine too. We'll have to see how it goes.

C: Is it the extra pockets or the V-neck that does it for you?

[carly-weiss]

text | harly

H: Well I just might pick you up at 8?

H: I'm okay. I've been rather busy myself with work. It's a shame we can work in the same place and never seem to run into each other.

H: We should remedy that.

C: I might wear something that will make your tongue stick to the roof of your mouth then.

C: You want to run into each other at work?

[carly-weiss]

text | harly

H: You wouldn't happen to be free to accompany me to this Oktoberfest I keep hearing about, would you?

C: I just might, sir. How the hell are you? It's been a little while.

C: Especially if you ignore the fact that I've been working double time.

[neverletyoufall]

carly-weiss‌:

“I have not.  Tell me more.” 

Originally posted by jo-wilson

“There is drinking and dancing. It’s quite charming.”

[carly-weiss]

“Those are all good words and I trust you with my evening,” she teased (but seriously.)

[carly-weiss]

poseidoneldoris‌:

Poseidon just stared, not really focused on anything as he stood close to Carly, barely even hearing her question. When a god was this distracted something bad tended to happen. Something close to a disaster if he was being honest. But this world diminished much of the god’s powers and at most, the worse thing that could happen was that he missed a few calls from family. Giving her another kissed, he nodded, “As you wish, my lady.” He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and carried her to his bedroom. 

One, she’d sort of wanted an answer to her question.  At the very least, she wanted to know what kind of power she held as she was seducing him.  It was sort of an entertaining thought, the notion that you never wanted to hear an all-powerful entity say oops because something had happened while they weren’t paying attention.  His mouth was maddening and wonderful, though, and she forgot she wanted an answer. 

Two, she was totally unsurprised and found it charming when he didn’t catch her movie reference.  

Three, neither of those things mattered when he hoisted her up and did as she’d asked him to do.  He radiated power and magnetism and desire and she was helpless in the face of all that.  She trailed her mouth over his jaw while he walked.  “My wishes are simple, but they’ll probably take all night,” she promised.  “I hope you don’t have anywhere else to be.” 

Originally posted by anjelia3

[carly-weiss]

neverletyoufall-cor‌:

“I prefer Club Hedone. The atmosphere is a little nicer. Have you been there?”

“I have not.  Tell me more.” 

Originally posted by jo-wilson

[carly-weiss]

the-oogie-boogie-man‌:

On one hand she traveled outside of the town, but then again she said she didn’t choose Fableton also. Maybe she was like the rest of them. It was a puzzle that Pierce wasn’t sure whether or not he was enjoying it. “Then what made you end up here? If it’s not your first choice, why settle?”

She wasn’t easily phased so that was a point in her favor. “Oh I’ve made quite the home for myself here. It’s certainly better than the last place. There are a few little kinks I need to work out for it to be true love.” There were more than a few and they were much bigger than “kinks.” Ridding yourself of a nemesis was a crease at the very least. “If, hypothetically, someone were to have killed one or two, the number doesn’t really matter, people in say… the 20′s. Do you think the charges would still stand?”

Carly shrugged.  She wasn’t entirely sure she could say what had been the deciding factors.  It wasn’t far from the facility her mom lived in, she had a job and could afford what she needed with that income and without working overtime.  “It’s working for me,” she said easily.  She was never particularly attached to a place; if it stopped working, she’d move on. 

With a nod, she accepted his explanation and took a pull from her wine.  “I think, anywhere you end up, there are a few little kinks.  Maybe my personality doesn’t settle well, I don’t know.”  She narrowed her eyes and drank again, absorbing his questions.  “The number matters,” she rerouted.  “But... I mean... that’s 90-plus years ago. If the people who were killed would’ve died of natural causes by now, the charges should be dismissed.  That gets a little eye-for-an-eye for me, but yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.  The life-taker’s years should be forfeit to match the years taken from the person, or people they killed.” 

Originally posted by e-ripley

[carly-weiss]

poseidoneldoris:

Letting out a small chuckle, Poseidon just shook his head, “I think you are making me very forgetful.” His heart skipped a beat when he admit that, finding the emotions that come with dating. New and exciting with a touch of something more. Running a hand through her hair, Poseidon leaned down to kiss her once more, pulling her closer to him. “Food might’ve been a thing” He mumbled against her lips, smirking, “Though I do not think that is something that either of us are wanting that.” 

She chuckled.  “Good, I think,” she admitted.  “What happens if someone of your stature is distracted, though?” Even when they weren’t kissing, they were standing close and his hand was in her hair, so she was equally distracted and a little turned on.  The feeling of anticipation she had around him only paused when they were pressed together or kissing.  Even then, it didn’t pause so much as it turned into something else entirely.  “Food later,” she agreed.  It had been almost an embarrassingly long time since she’d gotten laid, so yeah, food could wait.  “Take me to bed or lose me forever.” 

[carly-weiss]

the-oogie-boogie-man:

“Haven’t we all,” Pierce smirked. Though mostly when people called him a name he didn’t care for they didn’t stay around long. At least they used to, now people were bigger sticklers for the rules. You can’t just slide a cop a couple hundreds anymore. “Well that’s not too far from here.” Pierce stated. “What is it like a three hours driving?” In truth he had no idea, there was no leaving Fableton for him. “I’ll take it to my grave.”

“A knife in the back, technically.” Pierce winked and shrugged. “Had a layover in a prison for a bit, but life seems to have me trapped here now.” He took a long swig from his drink. “Funny how things turn out, huh? You a wanderer planting roots in a small town and me… well lets call me a reformed sinner whose under a careful gaze.” Pierce turned so he was facing her directly. “How long do you think the statute of limitations are for taking a life is? Hypothetically, of course.”

Carly conceded his point, that had also been hers, and shrugged.  “Something like that.  Three hours give or take.  I didn’t settle here because I chose it for myself, but it sucks less than some of the places I’ve been, so I’ll probably stick around for a while.” 

She nodded while she was drinking, and hummed her agreement before she could speak.  In spite of her father’s indiscretions, she didn’t know the finer points of incarceration.  “Funny indeed.  Is this more like an extension of prison for you, or do you like it here?  I guess that’s assuming you didn’t love prison, which may be incorrect.”  She mused on his question for a minute.  “I think that probably depends on the circumstances.” 

[carly-weiss]

the-oogie-boogie-man:

“If you love what you do, then you’ll never work a day in your life.” He said as a little toast with his newly filled scotch. “Or so they say.”

“In that case I shall view you as a sinner with an nice streak.” Pierce smirked. He wasn’t completely sold yet. She was entertaining yes, just maybe more in the sense that a toy could be entertaining. “Well then Miss Weiss, if you don’t mind me asking, are you from around here?” Pierce inquired to settle his suspicion. There was a feeling he would get, a little flicker, when he encountered someone who was actually from this world. Usually this flicker came once they talked about traveling.

“I was born there actually.” Pierce smirked. “I used to have quite the name back in the day. I practically owned the city. It was as close to perfect as I came.”

  “Maybe.  But even if you love what you do, some days still suck and you want a glass of wine at the end of them.”  She clinked her glass against his lightly before she took a drink. 

“I’ve been called worse,” she admitted.  The one that stuck with her the most was when people called her a hippie like it was a bad thing.  The other end of that spectrum was being called slutty, which had happened, too.  “I’m from New York City, sort of,” she said.  “I’m not sure I’d claim it, though.  I’m from everywhere.  Just don’t tell anyone from New York I said that because they’ll shank me.”  

She nodded, sipping on her wine some more as she did.  “Practically owning the city is a good thing.  What brings you here, then?” She asked, wondering if it was the same I don’t know that had brought Poseidon. 

[carly-weiss]

the-oogie-boogie-man:

“Clever,” Pierce smirked as he tilted his drink to her. “But if it was solely economics then you could have picked a thousand other occupations that fit the same criteria. Yet you chose an occupation that sole purpose is to help others, often without thanks or much pay.” He retorted. “It was very good of you.”

“I mean no offense, being good is well very good of you.” He winked with a smirk. “Forgive the confusion, I misjudged your intention. You simply wish that I tap dance for you or maybe sing a nice little tune. After all that is why most people come to a bar.” Pierce shook his head. He wasn’t offended either, actually he was very much entertained. “Pierce Goodman,” he told her as he motioned for another drink. “As it happens I excel at bullshit, but that’s not nearly as important. You said you traveled? Ever been to New Orleans?”

Carly tilted her head.  “Maybe.  It wasn’t solely economic, though.  There are other, personal factors.  I don’t hate myself for what I’m doing, that’s always a plus.”

She laughed.  “I just don’t want you to have the expectation that I’m a saint or anything, because that is completely untrue.”  Once he winked, though, she was basically sold.  She liked his company.  She liked the lack of pressure involved in not looking for a one-night stand, too.  “Nice to meet you, Pierce.  I’m Carly Weiss.”  She met the bartender’s eye and nodded that yes she wanted a second, too.  She laughed.  “There aren’t a lot of people who admit it straight up.  I like that you just did.  I have, here and there.  It’s a fun city.  Why-- have you?”