Everything is dark.

After being on hiatus, I've decided to dip my toes back into the water. 30y.

[deepinthedarkworld]

hiya, welcome! 

semi-selective • mun and muses over 21 • adult themes will appear • discord upon request

rules • muses • wanted plots • wanted opposites • open starters

[dvstancia]

bryson's lips began to curve, ever so slowly, as her words echoed in his kitchen. his body was entirely aware of the touch of her fingers and her lips against his skin. it shuddered when she fiddled with the waistband of his boxers. "you stay one night and already want breakfast in bed?" he questioned playfully, the grin still shining on his lips as they brushed hers. he didn't linger. he closed the slim space between them with intent, a promising kiss. his hand, moved from the cold marble to her waist. "i think i already have what i want right here." he confessed, his tone not as playful but still teasing as his hands followed the curves of her waist, tugging the fabric of his shirt up with them. "i' won't argue with more time in bed." slowly, he began to walk back towards the bedroom, pulling her along.

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A soft hum against his lips as she kissed him back. Hands moving slowly until her fingertips were pressing into the top his asscheeks. "Where else am I meant to enjoy you?" Eyes stayed on his mouth, his warm breath mixing with hers. Feet stumbled slightly as she let him take the lead, smiling, teeth nipping into his bottom lip. "Anyone told you that you're fucking gorgeous in the morning?" Bella questioned quietly, making him sit on the end of the bed as they reached it. Climbing on top of him, hands moved around him, up his chest until they were cupping both sides of his face. "New favourite breakfast spot."

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text threads?

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bryson was entirely aware of each movement of her body as he stood behind her. he could feel the way her heart was beating against him. it sent a thrill up his spine that had nothing to do with desire. a low chuckle escaped his lips at her words, his eyes almost closing as he grinned. "oh, no." he played along, dragging his words with a dramatic sigh, pressing a kiss against her forehead as she leaned closer. "i wasn't actually expecting you to stay." he confessed, his voice softer now, far too nonchalant as he remembered he had finished pretty much everything he had that could make up something that even resembled a breakfast. "but since you're here, i can order in your favourite or," he suggested, her eyes lingering on her lips for a second too long before meeting her gaze. "we can go out for breakfast. anywhere. my treat."

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Arms circled him as they stood together. His skin warm against hers. A smile was on her lips, even when he admitted that he hadn't expected her to stay the night. She couldn't really blame him for that. "Me neither," she admitted quietly. His bed, along with him, had just been too comfortable to leave. Turning fully, arms still around him, dark hues finally locked with his. "Tempting." Fingers drew lazy patterns on his back before moving down to the waistband of his boxers. "Let's order something we both want." Lips placed a soft kiss to his chest as her eyes stayed on his. "Stay in bed for a little while longer." Another kiss, fingers dipping down to touch the skin on his hips. "Take full advantage of the late check-out." Up on her toes, lips brushed against his. "How does that sound?"

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"Of course," she smiled. "The messy long-ish hair, the smile. I don't see any reason why you wouldn't make it big." The brunette shrugged lightly, smiling as she took a sip of her cup. Listening as he told her about how he wanted his life to look, Esmeralda couldn't help but feel her smile widen on her face. She couldn't tell it if was the drink or him making it happen. "So handsome, charming, creative and smart." She counted on four fingers. "Just need one more." She'd only just met him but he seemed nice. And at his invitation, how could she not accept ? "I feel honoured," she placed a hand over her heart, a full grin now on her face. "Dance. Specifically ballet. But I do want to do something with publishing or something as well. I want to do something creative, if I do end up with an office job." Running a hand through her hair, she finished the drink in her cup and put it next to her. "Definitely not as cool as being a rockstar."

[sarawritesx]

"I swear I try to tame my hair - it just doesn't want to and defies me all the time."he said with a chuckle. He couldn't get his eyes away from her, she was so gorgeous and easy to talk to, which was refreshing for him after the first few weeks here. "One more? Well, I'd like to say I'm funny, but that will be for you to decide as we get to know each other."the blond commented, basically saying he'd like to spend more quality time with her. As she answered his question, he nodded. "Can't say I know much about ballet but from what I saw it looks hard as hell. Cudos to you, really."Josh said in all honesty. "Having an extra thing on the side is a good thing, you never know in which direction your life might turn out. I never imagined I'd move and here I am now."he let out a chuckle. "Oh please, you'll make me blush, Esme - besides, no one really looks at the drummer, all the girls always want the singer or the basist."he shrugged and laughed.

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Esmeralda looked up at the top of his head as he talked about his hair. Reaching out, she moved a few strands away from his forehead before her gaze once more locked with his. "I like it. Makes you look real handsome," she chuckled softly. Perhaps longer hair was a preference, though she couldn't really imagine him with shorter hair either. Cocking an eyebrow, she kept quiet as he continued to talk. He wanted to continue to get to know her, huh? "It's a lot of pressure," she admitted, shrugging lightly. She knew that making it in the world of dance would take a hell of a lot of work and she was ready for it. But there was so much more than the work behind it, too, think about. His laughter was contagious and she found herself laughing with him. "Yes, they do," she argued. "The drummer is just as important and people for sure notice. A good solo on the drums is so much cooler than guitar." In her opinion anyway. "I will make a sign for your first concert saying 'the drummer is the coolest one here. I want him.'" She pretended to hold up a sign between them, a grin on her lips. "People will be looking at you all night."

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"maybe i don't." he admitted, brushing his bottom lip with his tongue, a habit he seemed to have when he was focused on something - or far more interested than he dared to admit. "it doesn't look half bad on you," bryson leaned away from the doorframe, a smirk curving his lips as he walked towards her. it was a lie. strangely, it looked like it belonged on her. his feet stopped just inches behind her. "but i wouldn't mind if it was off either." his hands were on the edge of counter, locking her between the warmth of his bare chest and the cold marble. he leaned in, placing a kiss on her shoulder where his shirt had just slid down. "you have to admit it, staying until after the sun rises isn't too bad is it?"

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Dark hues caught on his mouth as his tongue licked his bottom lip. They stayed on his mouth until he moved, pushing himself off of the doorframe and started moving towards her. Straightening just a little more, she was aware of his every move. Ending up behind her, Isabella felt her breath quicken as he framed her between the counter and his chest. His warm breath on her skin as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. Even though she hadn't verbally reacted to his words, her body had. Body temperature rising, pulse quickening. "Mmh," she hummed, pretending to think it over. "The dry piece of bread I found is dragging your rating down." Leaning back, her back to his front, she turned her head slightly to rest her forehead against his jaw. "And there's no coffee."

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open starter for f / m / nb | muse: bryson murphy. 21-24.

bryson stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of them standing in his kitchen, leaning onto his counter, his clothes falling off their figure. it hit him harder than it should have. his lips began to curve upward as he leaned onto the doorframe. "careful," he began, his voice still rough from sleep. "you wearing my clothes like that is dangerously domestic."

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Isabella was leaning on the counter; elbows on the top, ass sticking out. Eating toast with one hand, she tried reading the book she held in the other. It was only when she heard him speak that she looked up, not having noticed him earlier. The smile on his lips contagious as she felt her lips curve. "Careful," she countered, "you sound like you don't mind it." Placing the book upside down, along with the toast on the counter, she straightened up. Letting some of his shirt fall down her shoulder, showing some skin, she raised an eyebrow. "I can always take it off?"

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"You think I got the looks?"he asked with a chuckle. "Uh, I'm not sure, the whole do it professionally thing. I like the idea of it being something I do on the side, and just focus on IT instead."Josh said with a light shrug, computers were his first passion as a kid, then followed the drums. He was convinced he could have a better career in the IT world rather than music, but didn't want to give up on it completely. "If I find a band around here or make one, you'll get an invite to the first gig."he teased lightly. "What's your major again, Esme?"

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"Of course," she smiled. "The messy long-ish hair, the smile. I don't see any reason why you wouldn't make it big." The brunette shrugged lightly, smiling as she took a sip of her cup. Listening as he told her about how he wanted his life to look, Esmeralda couldn't help but feel her smile widen on her face. She couldn't tell it if was the drink or him making it happen. "So handsome, charming, creative and smart." She counted on four fingers. "Just need one more." She'd only just met him but he seemed nice. And at his invitation, how could she not accept ? "I feel honoured," she placed a hand over her heart, a full grin now on her face. "Dance. Specifically ballet. But I do want to do something with publishing or something as well. I want to do something creative, if I do end up with an office job." Running a hand through her hair, she finished the drink in her cup and put it next to her. "Definitely not as cool as being a rockstar."

[sarawritesx]

open to males and females 21+

plot; joshua recently switched uni and doesn't really know anyone. reasons for switching are connected to his mothers criminal background and ties to the mafia but he doesn't talk about it at all. tonight he's attending a party and your muse mingles around with him.

"Yeah, I used to be in the band back home. Just a small thing that started in a garage and we did a couple of local gigs, nothing too big. But I enjoyed it, I was on the drums and helped with the lyrics as well."Josh explained as the song Sabotage by the Beastie Boys was playing in the background, his band used to cover a lot of popular songs, too, besides writing their own original pieces. "I haven't had a chance to ask around yet if someone is looking for a drummer. With the move and all, I'm kind of still finding my way around."he admitted, as he was used to live in a much smaller town so this was a big change for him.

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Esmeralda was sitting up on the counter, listening to the male talk about his earlier life. She saw the way his face lit up when he talked, making it seem like he was both proud of what he'd done, but also as if he missed it. It seemed confirmed when he mentioned that he hadn't had a chance to talk to anyone about an open position yet. "You totally need to find a band," she nodded. "It sounds really cool. Is that something you'd want to do professionally then? Be a drummer and that ?" Esmé had been to a few concerts and the solos on the drums were always sick. "I can picture it, you know. Touring the world. You have the look for it, too. People will go crazy for you."

[ad0rati0ns]

ezra watches as esmeralda sits besides him on the couch. his instinct is to flee, ironically enough. when relationships get difficult, he finds it much easier to leave the situation than trying to figure things out. he shakes his head. "i don't want anyone else." especially not somebody who always agreed with him. where was the fun in that? he allows himself to lean into her touch. "well then let's get ready for bed then, 'cause i'm here now." he nods his head, trying to understand. "i get it, i do. just...not much can be done about it."

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It made her smile a little, to hear him say that he didn't want anyone else. She didn't want anyone else, either. But she also struggled to just sit by and do nothing when she knew what other people did to him, because he let them. It was his job, and sure, it gave him money. But she didn't like it when he came to her, all messed up. A soft sigh left her, as if the air went out of a balloon. Thumb running over his cheekbone. "As pissed as I am at you," she spoke softly, moving her thumb down to barely touch his bottom lip. "I'm still upset I can't even kiss you goodnight." Removing her hand, Esmeralda shook her head as she got up once more. Reaching her hand out for him to take. "Do we need to build like a pillow wall? So I don't actually touch you during the night?"

[renascientss]

𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑷 :: i'm absolutely begging for a summer love plot where muse a goes on vacation to a beach town and meets muse b — the classic beach boy, tanned, always in the water or chilling by the shore. i need that bittersweet tension of "this won't last forever" mixed with the whirlwind intensity of a love that burns fast and fierce. give me all the sun-soaked moments, salty skin, and the feeling of impending goodbye hanging over every kiss. if you're up for plotting this short but steamy, heartache-filled summer romance, message me or like this post !!

[snowsbabes]

At no point in time did Sawyer see his evening turning out like this. Getting all close and chummy in a way with the boss' daughter. The other guys would be jealous - if he ever told them. But he might just keep this one for himself even if nothing else happened. And just when he thought it might, she was dropping back down to her natural height and moving deeper into his house without warning. The ranch hand had to clear his throat from the sudden change and after a moments hesitation, he followed behind her with long strides. Not in a hurry, just curious to see what she'd do. She had finally piqued his interest and he wasn't ignoring her anymore.

"Closest to the door." A simple answer. An honesty about himself that would reveal more than he'd perhaps like if one looked into it too deeply. Sawyer was always ready to go at a moments notice. The work boots by the door had been pulled on in a hurry more times than he could confidently count and all it took was one roll out of bed for him to be on his way. The job was everything. The lifestyle of living minimally was simply his normal. There hadn't been a woman in his space in quite some time. He stopped within the doorway and watched. "You thinkin' o' setting up shop in here or somethin'? Or you planning on stealin' it for yourself?" At this point he wasn't even criticizing, merely questioning.

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Imogen glanced towards his side of the bed. She should've seen, considering that was the side that was untucked at the moment. Apparently, he'd been in bed when she'd knocked. "Of course." Some said the males slept on the side closest to the door due to being linked to protection. She guessed in this scenario, it was to be up and heading out the door first thing. Unless, of course, he brought women back.

Eyes scanned the bedroom, now holding the blanket. Dark hues landed on a discarded shirt. Turning her back to him, she placed the blanket on the bed before taking her fleece off, laughing softly as she put his shirt onto her body before turning back towards him. "I'm not cruel, Mr Wyatt." Imogen grabbed the blanket once more. "I know you like to get up early for work, and I won't take up any more of your time." Grabbing the pillow from the side furthest away from the door, along with her fleece, she closed the gap between them once more. "And I won't stay somewhere I'm not wanted." She wasn't going to invite herself into his bed when he'd made it clear that nothing would happen. "So unless you're inviting me into your bed...?"

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"And you're the one that's afraid of the guys huh? Right. Makes sense." Sawyer felt a little huff of a laugh well up inside of him before it escaped at the absurdity of her words. He understood the appeal of true crime for some, but the way she talked about it? It would have sent a shiver down his spine if he were a lesser man. Though she didn't scare him at the end of the day, so he stood his ground with confidence and allowed her to keep getting closer. When her hand came up to rest upon his chest, Sawyer's own hand moved on instinct. Even as they were telling each other that they didn't want the other one, it moved to the side of her hip bone for stability. Gentlemanly, respectful in a way - not ass grabbing like the other guys would have done without permission. Still dangerous, but if she wasn't backing down, neither would he.

"You trust me." A statement rather than a question. A mere repeat of her words with no real motive behind them. He was a trustworthy guy, it made sense. After all this time, he had given her no reason not to believe that about himself but this admittedly was a new stage in their relationship. Sawyer licked his lips briefly before tilting his head to the side. "Could be a stupid thing ta do. Could be more dangerous than Jeb ya know. You don't know me." His voice was low now, teasing still in nature but with a deeper bass than before. Then, at her mention of pillow and blankets, his eyes flickered over her shoulder and he gave a small nod in that direction. "They're in the bedroom." It was true, but it was also a test.

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The smile widened at his words. "I know what they can do. And I think you do, too." She liked this banter between them. Showed a side of him she hadn't really seen before. It was easy for Imogen to scare herself with some of the books she read. And so it was probably her own fault for being paranoid at home, alone, and therefor having ended up in the cottage. But the thought of someone just being outside, in the dark, watching her, had creeped her out too much to stay put. She felt his warm hand on her hips at the same time he repeated her words. She trusted him. Out of all the people left on the farm, yes, he had been her place to go. Even as he spoke about not knowing him, it didn't leave her with a feeling of unease. "You're right," she confirmed, fingers gently scratching at his chest as they flexed. "But I guess then it would be my own fault for walking straight into the spiders sticky web." The tone of his voice was enough to give her chills, though not his words. Sinking back down to her feet, Imogen removed her hand from his chest before turning, heading in the direction of the bedroom. "What side to you sleep on?" She questioned without turning towards him, instead grabbing for the blanket.

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"You'd be grumpy too if someone got you outta bed in the middle o' the night." He wouldn't sugar coat it. Sawyer hadn't been asleep yet perhaps but he had very much been in bed when she had come knocking on his door. The man had an early start to his day after all, waking up to do most of the chores before the sun even made a hint of an appearance most days. Sleep could wait now for just a while though, in favor of seeing this through. His competitive streak somewhat kicking in as their banter grew.

"Isn't it obvious?" Tone dripped with condescension as lips finally pulled back into a proper smile. "You come over - middle o' the night - goin' on 'bout ghosts and bad guys like y'er just praying I'll play y'er knight in shinin' armor." Maybe she really just didn't trust the other guys that much, he honestly couldn't blame her if that was the case but still. He'd continue, all the while taking a small step closer to her, forcing her to have to tilt her head back if she wished to maintain eye contact with him. "Look I get it, bored lil ranchers daughter - ranch hand ... straight outta one of y'er romance novels I know you women like. It ain't gonna happen sweetheart. Sorry." Even as he spoke, eyes dipped once more to her lips and this time? They lingered a little longer than last time before he dragged them back up.

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"Not if you came knocking," she argued, followed by a soft chuckle. But she got the point. He could've turned her away, though, but he hadn't. And even though he hadn't invited her inside with so many words, he hadn't told her to leave. Or find the couch for that matter.

Teeth sank down on the inside of her cheek, head tilting as he came closer. He was spinning quite the story, she'd give him that. This was no princess and the fucking pea. Though Imogen tried to fight it, she couldn't help but smile at his words. God, the cocky bastard. "I'm sorry." She waited until he was finished with his little speech before she apologised. "You're right, that is like straight out of a book." Nodding, her fingers itched to reach out and touch him. "But I think you've got me all wrong. See - even though I may read a few romance novels here and there, they're not really my cup of tea." Closing the gap between them, the brunette had her head tilted back so her eyes could be on his. "What I do enjoy is a good psychological thriller. The darkness in people. How they think. All the different methods people use to kill someone. How to get away with it." Was she revealing too much? "Even though most of them are fictional, there are some sick, sick people out in this world," she continued, getting up on her toes. The way his gaze had once more been on her lips had not gone unnoticed. "And I came here, to you, because I trust you." Feeling like she was on thin ice, she still couldn't back down. Her hand on his chest now for support as she could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips. "I don't care that you don't want me, Mr. Wyatt. Just tell me where I can find a blanket and a pillow."

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Maybe he was being unnecessarily rude - Sawyer often found that to be the case when it came to people. Imogen hadn't really done anything to deserve it, and she seemed to trust him over the other men on the property, so maybe he could ease up on her a bit? Just a bit. Her words brought the smirk back to his face, this time being one she could see before he shook his head with a good natured intent. She was a pain in the ass sometimes, but he wouldn't deny that she was funny in her own way.

Sawyer noticed that she had closed some of the distance between them, but he held his ground - unafraid of the smaller woman. "Yeah? Little princess and the pea before bed huh?" Sue him, it was the only kids story name he could think of. Eyes then dipped down without thinking about it as she mentioned a kiss, stopping ever so briefly on her lips before returning to her eyes. He hadn't meant to do it, but he also wasn't going to act like it didn't happen. "Now 'm startin' to see why you came ta me over all the other guys." Cocky maybe, but unserious at the moment. He was starting to relax. "Ya didn't have ta make up ghosts just to confess what y'er wantin' ya know."

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It was a small victory to see the male give the tiniest of smirks in her direction. Sawyer was known for not taking any bullshit. Imogen had been scared of him when he'd first arrived. Always so serious, always straight to the point. She had first gotten used to having him around through dinners and late night drinks with her parents. Her mother would always cook for everyone at the farm and everyone included Sawyer. A year later, she had barely spoken to him outside of working hours, though he no longer scared her. Still serious, though, even with his little digs at her. "You know, you might think i'm a bit of a princess," she spoke, dark eyes on his. "But you're the one who's grumpy as if you've slept on a pea." It didn't go unnoticed how his eyes dipped to her lips. Could've been an automatic reaction, didn't have to mean shit. His cocky words following didn't wipe the smile off her lips, though. "Yeah? And what is it that I want, hm?"

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While his back was still turned to her, Sawyer couldn't help but smirk the smallest of smirks at her words. "They're good guys ... most of 'em anyways." The ranch hand didn't often socialize with them outside of tending to the fields and the animals, but he had gleamed enough to get a feel for them. "I'd say away from Jed though if I were you." The fear of robbing or killing wasn't entirely the issue, and it was likely he was mostly harmless but after hearing some of the shit he'd say while out on the fields, it was wise advice all the same.

Once she moved to cut him off from the rest of the house, Sawyer shook his head with a exhausted air. "I've seen y'er cookin', I'll pass." He was just being difficult now, there had been nothing wrong with what he had seen in the past but he also didn't want to come across like he wanted this sleepover thing to become routine. It was a one night deal and that was it. "Ya want a mint on y'er pillow as well princess? Any other requests while y'er at it?" His brow quirked up once more as he peered down at her, not yet moving to get the blanket in question but aiming to do in actuality. On his own time.

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Jed. Even his name gave her chills. "Right, thanks." She'd take Sawyers word for it, though wouldn't have gone near him anyway. Maybe she was judging books by their covers, or whatever, but she'd seen enough crime shows, read enough thriller books, to know that you didn't just blindly trust anyone. Fiction or not, there were some sick people out in the world.

A soft chuckle left her lips at his words, "Fair enough." Her mother was the best in the kitchen. Imogen didn't really have the patience for it. Everything took so bloody long all the time. She'd help, if needed, but she much preferred to be outside in the fields or in the barn. Her chuckle turned into laughter as he continued to speak. She wasn't laughing at him, just how little interest he actually seemed to have to help her. Imogen hadn't expected the male to jump at the chance to have her around but Sawyer hadn't even cracked a smile. Not even said 'hello.' "You can just go to bed and let me find things on my own," she assured him, shrugging. Then taking a step towards him. "But if you're taking requests, maybe a little story before bed?" She did not dare close the gap fully, instead simply smiling up at him. "Something to cuddle? Maybe a kiss goodnight?" The brunette half expected him to throw her out at that, she'd only said it to tease. "Or just a pillow and a blanket is fine."

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He had been with the Harlow family for nearly a year now. Far longer than the other men currently sharing a bungalow on the opposite side of the property. They didn't think it was fair he got his own place but ... seniority came with its share of perks and who was he to turn them down? Though apparently it didn't keep him safe from these late night visits. Sawyer rose a single brow at the younger woman's question and he had half a mind to simply turn around and shut the door in her face, but even in this tired state he had more heart than that. So he stood, and took in all the information before rolling his eyes softly. Annoyed maybe, but no real malice in the action. "Jesus, how old are you again? Scared of some shadows?" Eyes darted over the top of her head in any case as if he'd spot one of the new guys in question before he rolled off of the door frame and moved further into the house. He didn't invite her in, but the door stayed open in a silent offer. He wasn't big on bedside manner, but he wasn't entirely not a gentleman.

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Imogen almost laughed, but opted for looking down at her shoes. "No... Just people who wouldn't think twice about robbing and killing you," she whispered under her breath. Her dad was big on second chances, believed that as long as you wanted to change, and got the opportunity to, you could. Which was why it looked like some of the new hires looked like they came directly from jail. If they did, or didn't, she didn't know. Hearing movement, she looked up to find the male moving further into the house, leaving the door open. A small smile crept upon her lips as she took the first step over the threshold. "It was the promise of breakfast, wasn't it?" She questioned, smiling fully now as she closed the door and locking it behind her. Walking past him, she turned once more to face him. "Oh, and I'm 26. And the house is most definitely haunted. Got any extra blankets?"