Daughter of Sarcasm

Kennedy Jane Salvatore Twenty Years Old Witch Vampire Cure Tracking: daughterofsarcasm Multi-verse & Multi-ship

[daughterofsarcasm]

ryan-the-sinner·:

[ℜ]     It seems as if hours go by as they stand there, the pale moonlight shining over them and the garden before them. What seems like miles and miles of wildflowers spread out across the vast area while he waits with bated breath for her to say something, anything, to slow the rapid pace of his heart. And when she does finally speak he can feel relief fill his bones and he exhales a breath of gratefulness. Of course it comes with the undertone of warning, ‘I know of the type of men you associate with, the things you do. I won’t be so easily swayed even if this was a simple misunderstanding.’ He says nothing as she speaks, placated by her words and he turns to look at her with an easy going smile on his face.

“There’s no need for any of that,” he replies, a small lift of his shoulders in a shrug. “I can understand how my words might have…hinted at other things. I fear I’m not quite good at words unless I’m arguing or trying to–” Best not go there. “Well, it doesn’t matter.” He turns to look back across the flowers and lets the silence fill the air between them. “When I was 17, a hurricane came and destroyed my town, ripping through everything I knew and loved. I didn’t drown. I couldn’t seem to die…..” He’s never told anyone this, but if he intends to stay in her good graces it’s best to be honest with her. “At 12 my mother died. We both fell ill and she held me through it all until she could hold on no longer. I’ll never forget her face, nor my fathers when he left when I was 10.” A gentle breeze passes them and he can smell just how sweet the flowers are before them. “I don’t have much but my honor, my tolerance for pain, a couple of college courses under my belt, and a penance for trying to do my best.” 

He turns to face her fully this time, a look of pure determination in his blue orbs. “But I swear to you I’m going to change the world.” 

She gave a single nod, taking a small gulp of air as he spoke and someone cleared the tension between them. Kennedy felt like she had been standing there for hours before Ryan spoke again, hazel eyes looking up at him as he told her his story. She wanted to comfort him some kind of way, maybe touch his arm or...something, but instead she just listened. The young soldier before him had been subjected to so much tragedy in his life and yet, here he was. Kennedy admired that, his determination.

His eyes met her gaze and she offered him a small, but warm smile. ❝ I believe you. ❞ Kennedy has never met anyone as determined to rise in...well, every category like Ryan. She hoped that he was able to do everything he envisioned for himself...and hopefully she could be there for it too. ❝ I’m glad death never caught up with you, ❞ Kennedy said softly, but genuinely.

Tentatively, Kennedy took Ryan’s hand, looking down briefly to notice how perfectly their hands fit together before looking back up at him. Typically, if a young lady wanted to be cordial, she would take a man’s arm but, that just seemed too formal. He was so...warm, and open; she wanted to be the same with him.  ❝ Come with me, I’ll show you around the grounds. The party was getting rather boring any way. ❞

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ryan-the-sinner:

[ℜ]     Though he won’t deny that he enjoys the company of a woman who didn’t ask for anything other than the quickest inn or bush they could find themselves in ( he wasn’t picky), when it came to the idea of settling down, he wanted the woman he courted and eventually wed to be as smart as he was if not smarter. He wanted a partner who could offer him a different point of view from things, to challenge him without demeaning him, to share in his passions to do the right thing. And if even this short of a meeting is any indication, Miss Kennedy Salvatore may just be that woman he’s been dreaming of. “I don’t intend to be like any other man you’ve ever met, Miss Salvatore. That I promise you.”

But his dreams of having her are dashed as quick as they appear with his mouth, a truly innocent statement is what his intentions were, but he can see how one might take it as him asking if she’s been bedded, or even been touched intimately by another man. Something that is none of his concern. She’s slipping out of his grasp like sand from beaches of a homeland he no longer claims and he’s at a lost for words. No…I refuse to throw away this. He’s quick to make his way through the crowd, bobbing and weaving through the couples on the floor as he follows the end of her dress until they’re on the cobblestones of the garden. “Miss Salvatore please, hear me out, that would be enough.”

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and stands a few feet behind her, a blush tinting his cheeks. “I’ve never been satisfied,” he says after a few moments. “And I don’t mean of the flesh, I mean of the mind. There’s no one who can match my practical brilliance, just as I imagine no one can match yours. That’s what I meant when I said you’ve never been satisfied.” He takes a risk and steps a few inches closer to her. “Things of...that nature are of none of my concern, you are a woman who has the right, at least in my mind, to do as you please.” After all, after the many women he’s deflowered in the simple fact that he could, who was he to judge? Another few steps until they’re side by side, their shoulders apart by inches in height. “Please forgive me…”

As she briskly walked out and into the open air, she could hear him following not far behind. Kennedy didn’t want to talk, she didn’t want to hear him come up with an excuse to why he said what he did. But...for some reason, she stopped dead in her tracks as Ryan asked her to hear him, to listen. Taking a breath, Kennedy closed her eyes, not daring to turn around as she decided to silently accept his offer to listen to what he had to say.

There was a brief moment when she was ready to scoff at him for adding on that he himself had “never been satisfied,” until again, she decided to truly listen. Her eldest sister’s voice of caution in her head was shushed as he spoke; Kennedy didn’t want the initial hurt from the situation to cause her to misinterpret what he was trying to say. The sound of the dewy grass scrunching slightly under his feet continued to let her know that he was getting closer. The more sense he began to make, the more Kennedy felt like an idiot for assuming that the man, now beside her, had attempted to be salacious when that was furthest from the truth. Every word he spoke was genuine, and she’d misread him.

Her cheeks burned as the officer asked for her forgiveness, throat beginning to squeeze from the embarrassment she felt from her initial decision to run away from him moments early. She never ran away from problems, but for some reason Ryan made her feel...well, shy under his gaze, another foreign feeling to her. ❝ Only if you forgive me, ❞ Kennedy responded softly, still not daring to look at him. Her cheeks were already as bright as tomatoes, and she didn’t know what color they’d be if she and Ryan locked eyes. ❝ I misjudged you with one statement when we’d had nearly an entire conversation before that...--My sister, and my governess have always warned me against being too trusting of men, especially in my position. But you seem so...real and I consider myself a good judge of character and---...I’m terribly embarrassed. ❞ She took another deep breath, gaining the courage to look up and over at him. ❝ Is it possible for us to start over? ❞

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ryan-the-sinner:

[ℜ]     He chuckles with her words and spins her effortlessly. “I admire a woman who’s unafraid to do her own thing,” he replies. He is thankful for the opportunities he’s been given since he landed here, his scholarship to Princeton, meeting the people he has, the debates and duel’s he’s almost gone to because his mouth and opinions kept him in constant trouble. He’ll never forget the reaming he got for getting in that guy’s face who read the letter from the King across the sea. Blast the bastard in the tiny island across the sea to hell for all he cared. He himself was privy to being downtown and talking with anyone who would give him the time without fearing him combating them with words, it was much better than the people who were content with the lives they were leading now, how those in the South were treated with things he wouldn’t imagine doing to a lowly street dog. “Our nation can never truly succeed until those in bondage have the same rights as us Ryan.” The words of his dear friend Talen’s still rung clear as a bell in his mind and the pair worked tirelessly with their essay’s to Congress.

“Ramble all you like, Miss Salvatore, it’s nice to hear a woman who has her own mind, speaks what’s on it, not a damn to give to those who remain close-minded,” he rebuttals with a smirk. Honestly he could listen to this woman speak all night, volley back and forth with her for hours on what she thought of the war, of the things he and his men, and those like them had done in the name of freedom. He stutters a step with her next inquiry, hoping he’s quick enough with the next one to hide how she’s surprised him. “A spot long forgotten, nor worth mentioning my lady. There’s a million things I haven’t done, this war aside. I fight for those who have lost everything, for those who dream of a better life than being under a tyrant, I fight for those men and women who are considered property by those who are no better than them.” He spins her again but this time he brings their bodies close, noses barely touching. “I fight for love. For finding it, for keeping it.” He steps away only slightly while keeping with the rhythm of the band. “You strike me as a woman whose never been satisfied. Is that right?” 

A light laugh parted her lips into a smile as he twirled her out and pulled her back in; ❝ You are not like other men, Mr. Sinner. ❞ In the society they lived in, even in this progressive environment, men wanted women that would talk less, and smile more. They didn’t want to hear about what their wives thought about slavery, or politics, or anything else. Aside from what would be made for dinner and if their were any news within the household as far as staffing or children, women were only supposed to be housewives, with no outside interests. Kennedy wanted all of those things, like a household and children, but not at the expense of her brain being reduced to mush.

That was code for “I come from nothing.” While it would typically make any woman, especially one coming from a family such as her own, a little concerned about what he could offer her if they were to become involved, Kennedy wasn’t. For one, she had an inheritance of her own from her father; for another she already had status, so she didn’t need to marry anyone to obtain a higher one. Her sister would have to marry someone for their social standing, while Kennedy had...a little more breathing room. Besides, Kennedy wouldn’t have cared if he was wealthy or poor to begin with. The second time he spun her out and brought her back in, she looked up at him and her nose brushed the arch of his own. The young Salvatore caught her breath as her hazel-eyed gaze locked with his own icy-blue. The warmth of his chest against her own, how their faces were mere inches apart at best...---Kennedy had never been this close to a man before. Ever. And she knew for a fact that their were a few pairs of eyes on them because of it.

His next question snapped her out of the slight haze he’d put her in, leaning back slightly in disbelief. In one swift motion her movement stopped, one hand loosened in his as she took a step back, composing herself. Could he really be insinuating...--could he be so bold as to inquire about something as intimate as--- ❝ I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, sir. You forget yourself...excuse me. ❞ She gave a small curtsey as the music ended, and while the rest of the room applauded, she excused herself. God, Kennedy... He’d really...flustered her, even if there was an off chance that he hadn’t meant in that way, the fact that her mind even went there was----maybe she just needed to go out to the garden and get some air.

[daughterofsarcasm]

ryan-the-sinner:

[ℜ]  Oh she’s gorgeous….. He can’t help the way his cheeks redden in hue under her gaze, his chest puffing up only slightly in hopes she’ll take notice and consider him worth more than a simple meeting. “Well if it takes fighting a war to keep ladies such as yourself safe, happy, and able to be gazed upon by such lowly men as myself then it’s worth it.” A smile that crinkles his eyes and he can feel Peggy’s stare on the side of his neck demanding he behave; she is her cousin after all. “The mere idea of missing such an event that allows me to be in the presence of you requires a fate worse than death, Miss.” 

A pregnant pause as the question leaves her lips and as Peggy scolds her, a lighthearted attempt if he must say so and the raven in impressed by her boldness. And she’s got spirit. I like it. He’s quick to take her hand in his as he whisks them away from the eye of her cousin and Henry. “I don’t think I’ve ever come across a woman as bold as you, “ he says once they’re a far enough distance away to give them a bit of privacy while not damaging her reputation from the imagination of others of what they could be up. “I’ve heard your family’s name during my time here, of how you and your sisters would go downtown and watch the young men working and marvel of how the other side lives. It’s quite dangerous for a woman of such renown to be in the city slumming it with the poor you know?” 

The man before her had a silver tongue, flattery flowing out of his mouth like water. Still, Kennedy couldn’t help but blush slightly as he smiled and spoke about how pleased he was to meet her. There was something about Mr. Sinner that was...intriguing. He definitely seemed different from the other men in the room. She felt she could be comfortable around him, which was new. Most women were trained to always be on your guard and wearing a mask in public, and especially around men. God, how was she supposed to keep composure around him?

As soon as he took her hand, Kennedy smiled and gave a small, excited glance towards Peggy who couldn’t help but laugh. Before she knew it the pair was swaying to the rhythm of the music, surrounded by other couples on the floor. ❝ I hope that’s a compliment, ❞ the young girl teased. ❝ Danger can be exciting, Mr. Sinner. My sisters and I like to go downtown for different reasons, I suppose. My younger sister is just excited to be out of the house, while my eldest sister and I enjoy learning about the different opinions and lives being lived just blocks from our own, ❞ Kennedy responded. She wasn’t shy or afraid to go where the lower class lived; though her father didn’t necessarily approve, he never stopped them either. That was all the approval she needed. ❝ There are so many people with so many ideas for this new world we’re creating. People here in this room...they all begin to sound monotonous with their opinions. Going downtown is like a breath of fresh air. ❞

It was in that moment Kennedy realized that she may have spoken out of turn, and a pink tint appeared on her cheeks. The Salvatore hadn’t taken into account that maybe his opinions aligned the everyone else in this room. Hopefully she hadn’t scared him off. ❝ I’m sorry....I don’t mean to ramble on..--Where is your family from, Mr. Sinner? What are you fighting for? ❞

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ryan-the-sinner:

[ℜ]    “It’s the Winter’s Ball, Sinner, you’d be absolutely daft to miss such an occasion.” Well it wasn’t like he had much choice in the matter, now did he? With war looming over everyone’s shoulder, this ball would be a perfect way to forget about the countless lives they had lost, wounds so severe it turned the raven’s stomach on more than one occasion in memory, but he was a man of honor, one who would fight for his land even if it cost him his life. “General Warren demands it.” Sir, yes sir. So here he stands in his color guard, a pistol on his left hip and some of his best men–no friends by his side, their arrival no doubt stirring some of the most loose lips known in New York city. “Your name has traveled among even the highest of class, Ryan. Of how you stole canons downtown and are now Warren’s right hand man,” It’s the voice of his….acquaintance Barry Anton a man who’s also seen the horrors of war and hated it with as much passion as the raven had for anything in a skirt and pretty face. Even if that face had only become attractive after he had a few pints. They’re centered by those in the ballroom immediately, questions coming from left and right, fellow soldiers coming in between the crowd to clap their shoulders and shake their hands. Tomorrow was never promised and it was always good to make the ones closest to you know how you cared for them. Eyes are on him everywhere and he smiles, charms, and kisses offered hands of those introduced to him. Soon enough he’s whisked away by some daddy’s pride and joy and they’re twirling to the beat of the band, small talk between the pair while he swings and spins her one way or another.

He isn’t sure how long the band plays for but he does now that by the time it’s over, he can barely curtsy to his partner before General Warren is taking him by the arm and leading him away to a more secluded spot to talk. “Good evening General,” the raven says with a salute. “I trust we’ll be meeting later to discuss plans of our next method of attack yes? Along with word from Congress?” A deep rumbling chuckle from the man who’s taken him under his wing and a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Not quite young man, tonight is about having fun and letting the bloodshed of our day to day become a memory. Relax Sinner, there will be a war to fight tomorrow.” The raven huffs and is just about to offer a rebuttal but is stopped short by Henry and his beloved coming into his field of view. “Ryan, I have someone I want you to meet.” A glance at Warren who only winks and shoos him away, Henry’s fiancee Peggy taking his arm instead and leading him through the crowd. “Where are you taking me?” he ponders, a curious smirk on his face. “I’m about to change your life Sinner, just you wait.” A laugh from him then and he’s even more intrigued. “Then by all means lead the way…..”

It isn’t long until they’re at the back of a girl—no, a woman, who’s hair cascades down her back even though it’s tied in a ponytail, brown locks that he can imagine himself running his fingers through for hours on end and never tiring of it. Kennedy Salvatore, of the Salvatore sisters? He bows his head to hide his shock of Henry wanting to meet someone from such a rich family. Crap! The Winters Ball is her family’s event! God I’m such an idiot. He raises again only to take her hand in his and presses a kiss against her warm knuckles. “The pleasure remains mine, Miss Salvatore, an honor even.” 

If anyone would’ve gotten the officer’s attention, he was sure it would’ve been her sister Angelica. The elder Salvatore sister was used to dazzling the room. The two were only a year apart in age, but because Angelica was older she was used to being in the spotlight. Kennedy didn’t mind though; she had never been one to actively search for attention. Besides Kennedy wasn’t naive, she knew that many of the men that tried to vie for she and her sister’s attention only wanted to marry them because of their status and wealth.

Still, Kennedy tried not to let that thought damper her spirits, or opinions on love. As the young officer’s lips gently kissed her knuckles, she felt her heart flutter; the young woman was hoping that he didn’t prove her optimism towards romance to be ill-suited. ❝ On the contrary, Mr. Sinner, ❞ Kennedy smiled softly, seeing the slight shock on his face upon their introduction and keeping a giggle from escaping her lips. She was proud of herself for staying so composed; her governess would’ve been proud. ❝ I believe the honor is mine. Thank you, for your service. Anyone who is willing to defend our new country and its ideals deserves high praise, in my opinion. I’m glad you and your fellow officers decided to join us for tonight’s festivities.❞

Another song was announced, and couples began to come to the floor. ❝ Would you like to dance? ❞ The words escaped her lips before she could even stop them. “ Kennedy! ” Peggy gasped with a small laugh; it was...unorthodox to say the least for a woman to ask the man to dance. Her lips pursed together for a brief moment before they fell into a small, slightly bashful smile, an eyebrow raising as if to pose the question to the young officer: Well? What do you say?

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1780, a Winter’s Ball || @ryan-the-sinner

She had spotted him from the other side of the room, almost as soon as he walked in. Kennedy had tried so hard not to stare, but all it took was a glance and her eyes practically followed him like a sad puppy as he glided through the room. So much so that her friend and cousin Peggy noticed and tapped her arm with a fan, startling Kennedy. “His name is Ryan Sinner,” she nodded towards him as the pair danced with their partners. “Henry and he are in the same battalion...if you would like us to orchestrate a meeting.” Kennedy looked over at Henry, Peggy’s fiancé, and immediately he grinned, a plan already seemingly in motion. ❝ I would like to make his acquaintance... ❞ Kennedy could tell just from the couple of glances she’d stolen that he was pretty popular, every man in the room seemed to greet him as he made his round about the room, and she was sure she wasn’t the only woman that was watching him. She’d never been so nervous to just meet anyone, let alone a man; in her experience, men were easily distracted with her looks rather than her brain.

Henry and Peggy hopped out of the dance while Kennedy continued dancing with her partner, though he was a bit dull to converse with. By the time the room finished dancing and began applauding the musicians, the young girl smoothed out her pale blue gown and sighed. She’d lost sight of them midway through the dance. She felt a light hand cup her shoulder, and she turned around slowly with the polite, but radiant smile expertly aimed at her friend rather than the handsome man before her. She didn’t want to appear too eager. 

❝ Mr. Ryan Sinner, may I present to you my cousin and dearest friend, Miss Kennedy Salvatore, ❞ Peggy introduced, to which Kennedy curtsied. ❝ It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sinner. ❞

[daughterofsarcasm]

Nice, Wet Fun

[princessvanityvixen]

♚ There was something so tempting about Kennedy. She brought of the curiosity of Elena, and the brunette had thought that she couldn’t get any more curious than she already was. The shower was hot. However at his rate they were going to get the water to turn cold, and they would surely end up with some spectators soon enough. Now, Elena had never had a problem with others watching, but right now she wanted to keep Kennedy to herself. She wanted to take her time and explore everything that made the mocha skinned beauty purring and crying out. With a subtle soft kiss to the curve of the other’s neck, Elena is stepping backwards with a wicked grin. She drags a piece of her own hair between her lips and bites down on it teasingly, before she starts to walk out of the entrance of the showers. Her finger wiggles in an inviting motion, her head nodding towards the door. “Perhaps you can meet me in my home just down the block and I can show you. We could have a fun little game of I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. If you think you can handle how creative my mind can get.”

[daughterofsarcasm]

If there was one thing that Kennedy knew for sure after being here, it was that she was attracted to Elena Gilbert. She was just so....tempting. There was something about her that made her appear so innocent, and yet she made it quite clear that she could be anything but. And if that didn’t make Kenn weak at the knees, she didn’t know what would. Being with her in the shower right now, Kennedy just wanted to explore every single inch of Elena and make the other shout her name. But it seemed the brunette before her had other plans in mind.

The kiss to her neck made a shiver roll down her spine, watching as she slowly stepped away. The dancer smirked, arching a brow at Elena’s statement.  “Challenge accepted,” Kennedy replied. “See you in about...15 minutes?” she asked, winking at the business owner before she walked away. Kenn couldn’t help but watch her hips before focusing on the task at hand.

Once she was all cleaned up, Kenn put on her bikini again, putting on her long t-shirt and just letting her hair hand dry before walking down the block to Elena’s house. She was giddy, but trying to hide it so she wouldn’t seem over eager. Kennedy knocked on the door when she arrived, taking a step back and adjusting the bag on her shoulder. Here would be better, she thought to herself. Being in Elena’s house meant they had more time to be alone and to really get to know each other without any interruptions.

[daughterofsarcasm]

Nice, Wet Fun

[princessvanityvixen]

♚ “Depends what you all consider wild or crazy.” Elena mused with a soft hum. It was hard to focus on anything other than the feel of the other’s fingers on her back. She didn’t even care about the soap or the water at this point. She’d stay dirty if it meant she could still feel Kennedy’s touch. It was alluring, inviting. Elena hoped that it was proff that their initial meeting wouldn’t be all that there was. It was clear to her that the two of them could find themselves having a whole lot of fun together. “I like to have the rule that I will try anything once. After all how can you thoroughly know that you won’t enjoy something if you have never experienced it.” As the words are leaving her mouth, she’s pivoting on her heels to be facing the other woman once again. Elena reaches out and combs her fingers through wet strands of hair, nodding her head. “Having to experience blood play was something new, exotic. I think you will learn quickly that not everyone is who they appear to be. It’s a blessing if you ask me, helps you find new fetishes that you never would have thought of otherwise.”

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The feeling of Elena’s skin beneath her fingertips only made the brunette wonder what it would be like to feel the other’s soft skin against her own. Kennedy was hoping that this would be the first of many meetings for the two. There was something....easy about talking and listening to Elena that made this so enjoyable. The conversation just flowed, the sound of her voice was melodic and only drew the dancer in even more. Kenn wouldn’t mind more of this, more of Elena, while she was here.

With a small nod, Kennedy found herself smiling at the other’s policy, the expression brightening a little when Elena turned to face her. “That sounds like a good rule to have. I may just follow it myself...It’ll make things more fun.” The way the brunette’s finger’s ran through Kenn’s hair sent a shiver rolling down her spine, a good one though. The dancer’s hands slid down to rest on Elena’s waist, gripping them slightly as she brought the other close to her. “So what about you? Do you have any fetishes?” Kennedy asked, thumbs gently gliding over her hip bones while her nose brushed against Elena’s, smirking at the boss of this establishment, hazel eyes full of playfulness and intrigue. “Anything you want to try?”

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Can you reblog/like this if you don't mind late responses

[craftchaos]

What I mean by this is if I become really busy and can’t respond to all of my rps, I want to know that it’s okay that I respond when I have the time. Some people easily lose interest in threads and will drop them if they become too old, which is why I’d like to know who is okay with me responding whenever.

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Miss You Already

[ryan-the-sinner]

[ℜ]     “Yeah yeah,” he snorts, pumping his fist in victory. His head turns just in time to see her neighbor scowling at them as she stands in the doorway. Shit. “Sorry ma’am,” he smirks, waving at her and stumbling on his feet a bit. “Ow what…” He takes the key Kennedy is stabbing into his hand and turns towards her door, sticking the key inside and turning the lock to let them in, grabbing her arm and pulling her inside before she makes things worse by laughing aloud at the woman’s face, and shuts the door behind them with a snort. “God I will not miss that woman,” he chuckles, leaning against her door. If anyone on her floor would have something to say about their relationship, it would be her. Especially in terms of possibly hearing what goes on in her room at night. 

“When are we not as loud as we want to be?” Okay so maybe he’s exaggerating a bit because they were always very considerate of her roommates sanity but still, they weren’t known for being quiet. Having sex or not. “We are not doing to be dancing to anything,” he muses, pointing to himself. “You…” A finger pointing in her direction this time. “Are dancing for me. That was my condition in regards to that little race we had.” He wobbles over to her couch and plants himself on it, kicking his boots off and letting out a sigh if relief. “Make it sexy Salvatore.” 

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She couldn’t help but giggle, nodding in agreement; “I definitely won’t miss her. Always judging and giving me death glares,” Kennedy huffed with a small shake of her head. “I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life. I have enough on my plate.” Kenn knew for a fact that the woman didn’t like her, especially when Ryan came around and the pair would hang out. She couldn’t help that she always had a good time with her best friend. How else would one act around the person they were most comfortable with?

“What?” she asked with a small whine, looking over at him with a small pout. She thought that had sounded fuzzy, but she didn’t ask because she liked the idea that had popped into her head better. “Fine,” Kennedy sighed, standing up slowly. She just turned on a song that would set the tone and once she found her rhythm in it, the dancer’s hips began to sway. It was second nature for her, just dancing to the music. It was what she was born for, it was her passion. She could dance all night, drunk or not, and still be perfectly in time with the music. A smirk spread across her lips as Kenn danced for Ryan, pushing back long brown locks before her hands ran down her body, one coming back up to slowly unzip the crop top she was wearing to reveal the strapless, lace bra underneath.

[daughterofsarcasm]

Miss You Already

[ryan-the-sinner]

[ℜ]    “Yes you’re my smol little bean,” he chuckle, hiccups really but, that’s neither here nor there. “Of course I am,” he scoffs. “When am I ever wrong?” And if he ever is he doesn’t want to hear about it. A wave of sadness washes over him as he realizes that this is probably one of the last few nights he’ll have with her. Just being able to goof off and get drunk before adulthood comes and snatches him away, her following not long after. See he’s heard some of her classmates whispering about how one of the top scouts in the country has had their eye on her, how they’ll be coming to the next performance in hopes of getting her to come on board their company. Don’t get him wrong, he is extremely proud of her and all she’ll accomplish in the upcoming months, but that also meant he’d probably become a forgotten person in her life once she got a taste of fame and fortune. So he’s going to spend the rest of tonight making the most of what little time they have together. Even if it’ll mean he’ll be leaving a piece of his soul with her as well. 

At the mention of his car, he’s already at the ready to beat her and beat her good, standing next to her and getting into the running position just as she struggles to do the same. “And if I win, you have to dance for me,” he muses, winking in her direction. When the three is called, he’s taking off like his name is Barry Allen, laughing all the way to her door as he damn near slams into it in his attempt of securing his car’s safety. “I win little dancer,” he huffs, placing a hand over his chest. “Time to pay up.”

[daughterofsarcasm]

She rolled her eyes when he asked when was he ever wrong but when she tripped she distracted herself and forgot to say anything back. Oh well. He knew when he was wrong and normally, she would’ve called him out on it without a second thought. “Fine,” she agreed with a giggle at his wink. Dancing with him was easy enough. She was a dancer, after all. Kennedy took off but, Ryan’s legs were longer so he won. Kenn didn’t know what even compelled her to think she would win. “Shhhh. When we get inside.” She leaned against the door for a second so she could catch her breath and look for her keys. When she looked up she saw her neighbor looking at her with daggers and she burst into giggles. She could never take her seriously, especially when drunk; BUT she pulled it together enough to put together a coherent sentence and hand Ryan her key. “I’m so sorry Ms. Callahan we’ll be quiet,” she bit her lip, walking inside as soon as the door was open.

Kenn walked in, set her heels down and went over to her roommate’s room, opening the door. Of course she wasn’t there, but it never hurt to check. “Okay, we can be as loud as we want,” Kenn sighed, wiggling off her jacket and pulling out her phone, taking it over to the speakers and plugging it in. “What are we going to be dancing to, Mr. Sinner? You won fair and square,” she asked with a wide smile, coming over to the couch and sitting on it for a moment with a hum, enjoying the soft cushioning for a moment.

[daughterofsarcasm]

Miss You Already

[ryan-the-sinner]

[ℜ]     “Anything for the smol bean,” he slurs, scratching behind his head with a small chuckle. He’ll never tire of seeing a drunk Kennedy, just how goofy and carefree she was, a totally different level than what she was normally. Not to mention, she came up with quite the ideas while drunk, most of which had left them with scars and scratches only accompanied by a wild fucking story that had their group of friends looking at them like they were clinically insane. He’s following behind her like an obedient puppy, keeping her steady as she trips over her own shadow every few steps and giggling softly. “If we took the stairs,” he starts, leaning against the metal wall. “We’d never get back to the room.” 

They’re on her floor within a few minutes, stepping outside the elevator and walking down the hall before she stops suddenly, Ryan having to skid to a halt as she does,  and somehow managing to not fall on his face in the process. “What the—-” His question is cut off by her drunken declaration, his raven head cocking to the side in amusement as she tries to balance on one foot while removing her shoes. “Anything from the fridgerator? You are confident. So what about if you win?” Not that she would but, he was curious. “You’re on Salvatore.” 

[daughterofsarcasm]

“Awww I’m a smol bean?!” Kennedy pouted cutely before grinning up at Ryan. “You’re right as always,” the petite dancer responded with a small nod in the elevator, staying close to him in the small space before they stepped out. Had she mentioned tonight had been a lot of fun? She couldn’t remember a time in the last couple of months when she’d really felt...free. And happy. With school and the showcase, rehearsals and a---a boyfriend that she wasn’t too sure about, not to mention the best friend that she was pretty much in love with being with someone else... It was a lot. Hanging out with Ryan tonight just felt normal, and she needed that in her life right now.

She used the wall to balance off of eventually as she took her heels off. Once they were off she smiled and wiggled her toes. “I get to wear one of your leather jackets. No, I get to use your CAR next week,” Kenn grinned. “Okay, on the count of three.” Kennedy geared up and got in a runner’s position-ish, wobbling slightly before getting her balance. “One, two....three!!” And Kennedy started running, recovering from a trip as she made it to the door.

[daughterofsarcasm]

Miss You Already

[ryan-the-sinner]

[ℜ]     60 days and counting since that eventful night

Since and in between, they’ve come to a different understanding and have continued work on their friendship. She’s also started dating the bane of his existence and he and Amber have…been doing them. He won’t exactly call her his girlfriend but, she is definitely more than a friend. The entire situation is is one he can’t think about right now, especially with the alcohol  swimming in his veins and Kennedy hanging on his back and giggling softly. 

The semester of hell has finally ended and he’ll be damned if he’s not going to celebrate this momentous occasion with his best friend. What makes it even better is that Amber and Dyldouche were tied up with other things which meant he had Kennedy all to himself. Something he hasn’t had in far too long.

They’re, well he, is stumbling down the street to her apartment, hooping and hollering at all the other students lingering about who are also celebrating the end of the semester. They’re finally at her place when he set her back on her feet, stretching out his back with a groan. “We’ve arrived at your castle princess,” he slurs with a chuckle. “No dragons or anything.”

[daughterofsarcasm]

“Why thank you kind sir,” Kenn giggled with a small hiccup, waiting until she’d steadied herself before doing a small skip to the door. She opened it with one of the scanner keys to her building before taking his hand and going to the elevator. “Probably safer than the stairs right now,” Kennedy slurred slightly with a big smile, tugging him inside the space before the doors closed. Tonight had been a great night. It felt like things were back to how they’d been. Ryan and Kennedy had fun, they’d played around, drank, she’d even gotten him to dance a little bit.

Once the elevator dinged and they exited, Kenn walked with him down the hall before she stopped them midway and started taking off her heels. “I bet, I can run from here to the door without falling. Without even tripping!” she challenged. It wasn’t too far away, so she figured she could make it. “If you win you get anything you want. Except ya know, the vital stuff like my technolg---tech and stuff. You can even pick whatever you want out from my fridge!” When Kenn even put her food on the line, you knew it was serious.

[womanenigmatic]

[daughterofsarcasm]

Nice, Wet Fun

[princessvanityvixen]

Boss. The term seemed so foreign to Elena, and yet it was one that she was going to have to get used to. Not bad for a young woman fresh out of college. Eventually she was going to have to get used to everyone looking to her for all the answers. It was behind having the key that unlokced the gate to everyone’s secret sanctuary. It was the fact that she was the one person that everyone in Erotic City trused to confide all of their deepest darkest secrets, including things that she wouldn’t have believed with her own eyes if she hadn’t seen them. All of that wasn’t exactly what she wanted to talk to the beauty before her about. No the last thing that Elena found sexy was business and hey there may be things that go bump in the night around here. So she decided to deflect the conversation back to her main goal. Picking up the bar of soap, Elena ran it over the smooth skin of Kennedy’s back. The pace was slow, just fast enough to move but still be able to savor the way the other woman felt under her finger tips. “I wanted to make sure we didn’t miss a spot.” She grinned teasingly as she spread the suds around. She couldn’t help but smile as she added in response to the other’s question. “Being boss is only fun when I get to hear everyone’s wildest fantasies to know if they are really an addict. The things we can all come up with to do with our bodies, it’s fascinating, don’t you think?”

[daughterofsarcasm]

Kennedy could tell that she probably didn’t want to answer that question when there was a longer silence that followed its delivery. Either that, or she’d already turned Elena off by saying that. She really hoped it was the former, because Kenn was thoroughly enjoying the idea of being with the woman behind her. The way the soap and Elena’s hands slowly slid along her skin caused goosebumps to rise, her eyes to flutter shut. A grin spread across her lips and she turned her head again to look at the other. “It pays to be thorough.”

“Absolutely,” Kenn replied, turning around fully now so she was facing the brunette; “It’s interesting to hear about all the things that people think of.” She held her hand out for the soap, offering a little smirk as she moved her finger in spinning motion. “Your turn.” As soon as Elena turned, Kenn started giving her back the same soothing treatment, taking her time to explore the other’s skin with the soap and fingertips. “Have you ever heard or seen..or done anything wild here?” Kenn asked, just out of curiosity, setting the soap down after a while and giving Elena’s shoulders a massage.

[daughterofsarcasm]

Miss You Already

@ryan-the-sinner

Two months.

It had been two months since she’d kissed Ryan.

They’d made it work even though things had been a little...awkward between them. Especially when they started dating people. Kennedy was with her dance partner Dylan, who was surprisingly sweet when it was just the two of them. That didn’t stop him from acting like a douche whenever they were around Ryan, though. It was to get on her best friend’s nerves, she was sure. Dylan was a nice distraction, a really good kisser and was good to her but...she just wasn’t happy.

Ryan had started dating Amber, one of the dancers in Kennedy’s troupe. She was a sweet girl, and she’d had a crush on Ryan from the very first time he walked through the door to pick her up from practice. That didn’t mean that Kennedy liked seeing them together, though. She could tell that Amber could be a little much for Ryan at times but, as long as he was happy, so was she.

And now, here they were, celebrating the end of the semester. They’d had a lot of drinks and had just decided to let go. No more tests, no more worrying, no more stress...more or less. It was time to relax. Kennedy knew that Ryan would be graduating in a few weeks and then heading off to actually start his life, and Kennedy was gonna miss him, so much. So, it was time to party.

They were heading back to her apartment because there was no way they were gonna be able to drive, let alone drive to Ryan’s place. Her apartment was right around the corner from the bar so they just walked. Well, Kennedy was riding on Ryan’s back.

“ONWARD!” she giggled out, wrapping her arms a little tighter around his neck to hold on.

[ryan-the-sinner]

[ℜ]    “Big shot business man?” he muses with a raised brow. “Nah, not even close.” If anything he’d be some lackey guy, someone behind the scenes that no one looked at. Not that he didn’t mind that, he much rather be the brain behind something than the face of it. “Most likely I’ll be the one being tossed out by security as I try to get backstage at one of your shows.” Not that it would be surprising, a nerd like him in no way, shape, or form would ever be taken seriously with claims of knowing her. “Just promise me you’ll show those big guys my picture so when I come see you they won’t use my liver as a punching bag.” 

[daughterofsarcasm]

“You’ll be able to come to any and every show that you want,” Kennedy smiled. Ryan was her family away from her family. He was always there for her when she’d needed him most. There was no way he wasn’t gonna have access to all of her shows and everything. Besides, he’d probably have all he could ever want anyway, since he was gonna be super successful. Their food came in a little while later, and Kenn couldn’t help but grin. She thanked her and smiled taking her food and grinning. God she was hungry. “Do you have any tests today?” she asked in between a bite of salad.