DONOVAN ARCHER

[liam-cavanaugh-deactivated20160]

“So, odd question, have you seen an ambulance around here?  I think I lost my ride.”

[donovan-archer-blog]

“Ah, no, I can’t say that I have.”

[loreleiducane-deactivated201702]

“Also wasn’t supposed to be.” She raised her eyebrows in amusement, looking down at him as she settled next to her. “I guess you can make up the story. I could use some entertainment right about now.”

[donovan-archer-blog]

“Whatever the real story is would be much more entertaining, I’m afraid. Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?”

[loreleiducane-deactivated201702]

“It wasn’t supposed to be.” she replied with a slight, almost friendly smile, sticking her arm out with a shrug. “As long as you don’t piss me off, your neck will be perfectly safe.”

[donovan-archer-blog]

“Also not encouraging,” he says mildly, crouching beside her and settling back on his haunches. “Are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to make up a story for myself?”

[loreleiducane-deactivated201702]

She looked up at him from where she was sitting on the ground, not really amused by his statement, though it was a fair one. “Well, all of it’s mine. I don’t spill blood. That’s not how I do things.”

[donovan-archer-blog]

“I don’t know that that’s any more comforting, actually,” he says, wandering a bit closer despite himself. “Alright, you going to strangle me if i take a look at that?”

[wrenmareth-blog]

Wren looked at the man, then at the coffee and then at the man again. She tentatively took the cup of coffee, taking a slow sip. She was sure this man wouldn’t try to kill her, but she was wary. Free coffee wasn’t something she got often. “Thank you. And I am very much into coffee.” Wren looked about for a moment before down to the hot coffee in her hands, smiling at the warmth it was giving her. “I suppose you could call me that. And settling fine. Still don’t understand some things here but I am sure I will adjust in time. At least I don’t feel on edge here like I use to in previous communities.”

[donovan-archer-blog]

“Well I am at your disposal if you’ve got any pressing questions,” He said, turning another smile on her. He didn’t have anything to say about the rest of her answer--the latter bit seemed more like her thinking out loud than anything else, and while there was certainly nothing wrong with that Donnie didn’t particularly feel like indulging it at the moment. Polite, he could be. Indulgent, not so much. 

[wrenmareth-blog]

“Yes well the last ocean I was beside gave off a warm breeze. That was many years ago though.” Wren turned and looked at the man who had spoken to her, pulling her thin acket tight. She really needed to buy warmer clothes for herself and not just for the rest of the family. That, or bring her work jacket home “accidentally”.

[donovan-archer-blog]

Sighing inwardly, Donnie casts a vaguely wistful look at his coffee before offering it to the woman. “Still hot if you’re into coffee,” he says, giving her a charming smile. He lets the silence stretch for a moment before continuing the conversation, turning a little towards her. “Judging by this conversation so far and the fact that I’ve never seen you around before I’d judge you a recent transplant to our fair Antioch. How are you settling in?”

[loreleiducane-deactivated201702]

“Too bad I’m not in the mood for compliments. You can either help me with this, or you can get out.”

[donovan-archer-blog]

He drifted closer at her words, interest piqued more than his sense of self preservation is ringing. “My answer depends on exactly how much of that blood is yours.”

[wrenmareth-blog]

“Days like today make me miss the South. Man is it cold!” Wren rubbed her arms as she leaned against one of the railings on the boardwalk. Being near the water didn’t help either, but she couldn’t stay inside all day anymore. She smiled as she looked around the more touristy part of town, sighing some as she let everything ease her stress away.

[donovan-archer-blog]

Donnie himself wasn’t entirely sure why he was freezing his balls off on the boardwalk himself. He, however, had the added benefit of a frankly ridiculously large disposable cup full of piping hot coffee cradled in his hands, and a glance showed him that the woman who’d spoken was neither as lucky as him in that regard, nor was she particularly dressed for the cold. Tourists.

“The boardwalk tends to be that way this time of year, what with the ocean wind.”

[loreleiducane-deactivated201702]

“I can tell you’re staring. What’s the big deal? Haven’t you ever seen blood before?”

[donovan-archer-blog]

“Of course I have. I was simply enjoying the view. But if you’d rather have the room to yourself...”

[florentin-didier-blog]

“Hmm,” Florentin answered, his amusement clear on his face. “Do tell, though. What makes you so enthralling?”

[donovan-archer-blog]

He didn't say anything; just glanced down at himself, then back up at the other man with a raised eyebrow. The expression more than spoke for itself, he thought.

[amancanfly]

[florentin-didier-blog]

Florentin smirked. Little did his poor nephew know. “Not that adventurous, apparently,” he muttered, though he knew Donovan wouldn’t understand his meaning. 

[donovan-archer-blog]

“That’s unfortunate.” Because he (Donnie) was obviously the specimen of the century and he felt great pain and sympathy for anyone who didn’t get the chance to experience his greatness.

[hardtimesparrish-blog]

Evening Came to the Corners of My Mind || Donovan & Owen

[hardtimesparrish-blog]

Owen looks up, slightly startled by the sudden presence at his side. When he sees who it is, though, he offers a light smile and trying to ignore the warm feeling that spreads over his face. “Hi, Donnie. Wasn’t expecting to see you here.” The book in Owen’s hands is returned to the shelf and his eyes return to the fading titles in front of him. “I didn’t think you were the type to frequent hole-in-the-wall bookshops,” he comments, lips pulling into a teasing smirk, as if a thin veneer of playfulness might hide the way his hands fidget nervously or how the heat beneath his skin manages to spread down his neck.

Being near someone as self-confident and outgoing as Donovan has a way of making Owen feel dwarfed in comparison, and if Owen were a trickling stream then Donnie would be a waterfall. 

All in all, it’s a refreshing feeling.

[donovan-archer-blog]

He couldn’t help but be a little pleased with himself as Owen glanced up at him, even if his sighting of the older man had been nothing more than chance (and probably substantially more than a little luck). Eyes trailed over those fidgeting hands, and his mind wandered to places that were certainly not appropriate for their current locale.

That, of course, had never stopped him from acting before, and it certainly didn’t keep him from thinking such things now.

“Oh, no. I’m not,” he scoffed, waving a hand carelessly. “Definitely not. But...” He trailed off, tilting his head and letting the grin grow a little more blatantly flirtatious. “I happened to spy something I simply couldn’t resist.”

[donovan-archer-blog]

♠

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

Watching this was more than a little painful. Donnie endured it for about thirty seconds with a pained look (and thought he might just deserve a medal for the effort) before sighing and taking a step forward, gently pushing Owen’s hands out of the way. “Here. Let me.”

[donovan-archer-blog]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[pipermonroe-blog]

Piper slowly entered The Conduit feeling like herself, for once. She was more dressed up than she ever had been and felt good. She recognized the bar tender as one who would offer drinks to her and EJ and smiled as she walked up to him. “I’ll take my regular” she gave him a sweet smile and watched him go off to fetch it for her. She turned her head to the stranger next to her and smiled, “Hello, yourself” 

[donovan-archer-blog]

Turning to face the newcomer, Donnie rested an elbow on the bar and raised an eyebrow. “A little young, aren’t you?” He tipped his head in the direction of the bartender to further explain his question, grin still tugging at his mouth despite his best effort. It wasn’t as if he would stop her even if she did admit to being underage, but one had to keep up appearances.

[ejfletcher-blog]

EJ had been trying for a while to find Isaiah, knowing she was supposed to have found him before the party to tell him what he had asked her to find out for him, but she could not find him at any of the places she usually looked. Without being able to find him, EJ decided to head over to her usual spot at the bar, near the corner where she could order a drink as always without being asked for an ID. It was wonderful having connections. As soon as he drink was handed to her, she heard a voice at her side and she glanced sidelong at it, expecting to see Isaiah, but instead seeing a man she had never seen before. “Oh, uh, hey there.”

[donovan-archer-blog]

Donnie’s smirk eased into a bit more of a genuine smile at her greeting as he raised his drink to her. The club was loud enough that he had to lean in and raise his voice a bit to be heard over the mix of music and human (mostly) noises that pressed in on all sides. “Happy New Year to you.”