THUD!!

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LYRA.

                                     ❛     well i h e a r d they were the best! well we won’t be tryin’ them                                                                                                       if we’re just standing here!    ❜

             ‘ WELL what are we waiting for lets go! I’ll RACE you there! ’

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( OK WHO WANTS A STARTER? )

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( OK WHO WANTS A STARTER? )

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( i literally have no chill right now &&. people keep inviting me out &&. all i want to do is sleep &&. family is making me mad &&. just wow. no chill. I’ll be back sunday maybe. DEPENDS IF I GET INVITED SOMEWHERE ELSE. )

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♗ 8)

NON SEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY  || ACCEPTING.

FINGERS coiling round the edges of the book the further they delved into the story, lips drying and breath shortening with EVERY sentence. His throat kind of hurt too, mainly because it had been so long since he had ever needed to read aloud, but he didn’t mind that much, a small glass of water would fix that anyway. It was a cheesy tale, one he was particularly a FAN of. He was unsure what Lyra thought of it, but by the way she was contently pressed against his arm and how whisky set eyes prayed on the book, Barry presumed she was just as enveloped in it’s pages as he was. He knew so, because every so often he would bring his glance from the words to her face, just to see if she was excited or as sad or as HAPPY as he was. 

PAGES turning the thrill was building up as characteristically he put on voices for every character, RAISED his voice when there was shouting and toned it down when they whispered. Sometimes he got so into the tale he would jump and lean forward, often taking poor Lyra out of her comfortable resting place on his arm. But as the scenarios returned to calm in the pages, he would return to a happy position, the warmth of his shirt against her cheek, still against the couch as the story TUMBLED from his lips as the minutes passed. Barry probably knew the story off by heart, but he thought the book made him look more smart, so he used it for guidance anyway.

AS THE last few pages lend texture to his fingers and the words on the pages start to drown in their ink and fade into the blankness of the paper, his voice TOPPLES, slowing down, head canting towards her to see what she thought of the story and maybe his story telling skills to. Warm smile beaming across pale features as hands clasped the book closed slowly. Mainly for dramatic effect with the words

                                    ‘HAPPILY EVER AFTER.’

                                                           drawing their book to a close.

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♛ more like " i don't want more you can have the rest "

NON SEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY  || ACCEPTING.

POUT evident as the blond stared at his empty plate, the sight of scattered crumbs just made him wish that he hadn’t DEVOURED the delicious treat so quickly. Barry simply got to excited. Finger played with the rim of the plate as he forced his eyes to look away from the other boys plate. There was no point teasing himself and certainly no point in making the other uncomfortable either. A bubbling eruption in his stomach however, brought the gaze back to the sweet desert as arms quickly leaped to shield his rumbling belly and hopefully smother the sound too. Now everyone around him knew he WEAKNESS for cake.

QUICKLY, Barry regained his cool, stretching himself out on the chair as azure hues glanced left and right to make sure all eyes were off him once more. Teeth unclenching and sigh fleeting his lips. He would kill for another piece of cake, but what was the point? He had his share and it was best left at that. Fixing yellow cardigan onto his shoulders, he fidgeted, tilting head back and forward, shifting his feet, playing with the stray wool on his sleeves, ANYTHING to keep his thoughts from stirring back toward cake.

THE SOUND of a plate being pushed across the table towards him caught his attention as he looked down at the remains of a savory desert which now sat in front of him. The blond could feel his mouth watering as he pulled his chair closer to the table. Looking up to find the kind person who would donate such a thing. The corners of his mouth turning up in giddy gratitude as he swiveled his fork in his fingers and PLUNGED it into the cake happily. He would ask ‘are you sure’ if he wasn’t already guzzling it down and talking with his mouth full. ‘ THANK YOU! I’M UH— sorry I was STARING at it. It just looked so nice! ’

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♙ : sharing a bed!!

NON SEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY  || ACCEPTING.

SWEAT dripped from pale palms and forehead, tears welling in cerulean eyes as lip quivered. Fingers gripped onto sheets, fumbling with the fabric as the youngster looked around his room. Specifically to his closet. Tears obscuring his vision until they began to run down his cheeks and hiccups of sobs began to catch in his throat. His nightmare had woken him up in the darkness of his room. His dad must have turned out the light while he was sleeping. Creeping from the mattress to the floor, he ran for the door handle, wiping tears from his eyes as he flung open the door and ran into the dim lighted hall way. 

STOPPING outside the door on the left, fingers fiddled together as he plucked up the nerve to stop crying and creak open his sisters door. ‘ Serena–, can I sleep in your room tonight? ’ His voice was low, a muttered whisper, half in the timid nature of his frightened state and half because he was scared to wake his sister, in case she was asleep. Thankfullly not, as she made room for him on the mattress to which Barry quickly accepted. Clambering up the tallness of her bed and rolling in beside her, pulling some well DESERVED blankets over himself for his bravery.

LIPS curve into a now comforted smile, gaze drifting from the blankets to his sister, gratitude mixed with ease evident from the corners of his mouth. There was always something COMFORTING about Serena’s room, whether it was the colour of her walls, the smell of her blankets or maybe it was just because it was her room. But Barry preferred it. On nights like this, sometimes they would just sit up and talk. One of Barry’s favourite things. And though he let his smile say thank you for him, he said it again briefly before asking a rather out of place question that had been bothering him for some nights now. ‘—THANKS sis. Can I ask you something? Why do we PRETEND to be asleep before we fall asleep? That’s weird right? ’

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( OK WHO WANTS A STARTER? )

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LYRA.

                                    ❛     y’know i heard there was an ice cream place near olivine with the                                                                                                         b e s t soft serves in johto.     ❜

foolharrdy

                 ‘ THE BEST? really? we gotta’ taste that for ourselves! ’

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CUTE.

                                          HOW EMBARRASSING! 

how embarrassing could you GET! new region, new start! as they would say – but even HERE her clumsy tendencies would FOLLOW like the plague yet with the SHATTERING of her teeth against one another, the FREEZING COLD touch against the back of her neck &&. the NUMBNESS of the bump against hr head against god knows what, was there really ANY TIME to stop &&. think about whether or not she could slip away from this WITHOUT being noticed? PROBABLY NOT. &&. yet that was the least of her problems as of now, STUMBLING back from the sudden drop of fresh snow along TANNED ARMS &&. the unfamiliar &&. UNCOMFORTABLE feeling of the iced powder slipping into her scarf made it all the worst. &&. the HEAVEN’S BLANKET pushing down her cap over eyes didn’t make it ANY BETTER. 

                                   ❛     i’m so – i’m so SORRY!    ❜

the hot FLUSH of red against pale cheeks WARM ENOUGH to melt frozen ice painted onto BARELY VISIBLE features as arms waved in attempts to find whatever she could near her – what a DAY it would be if she were to MUCK one other thing up – SOFT PALMS grazed against the warmth of her typhlosion’s fur, GRIPPING AT IT as if her life would depend solely on her pokemon &&. slowly finding her way over, CHILLS still running down her spine yet the HEAT radiating from her partner was just enough to melt the RESIDUE.

AS crisp snow melted into the depth of his jacket and against his skin, the blondes shoulders raised as shivers crept down his spine, and legs, straight to his TOES. This wasn’t the first time anything like this had happened. It was an often occurrence in a place such as Sinnoh. And had probably been his own fault for being so caught up in his day dream. Once the last of the snow had escaped his cardigan, he finally settled once more. Rather SHEEPISH now re-calling his ridiculous display in his attempts to remove the snow from his person. Why, he probably looked like an idiot, but at least the snow was gone.  Turning, Barry looked for the cause of the snow fall, but a CUTE girl WASN’T what he had expected to see. 

YET, even so ocean eyes averted from the girl straight to her pokémon. It was unfamiliar but it caused the look of frozen shock to melt away into the buzzing excitement which Barry’s features usually upheld. Bumbling towards the girl, he brought his attention back to her, a spark of energy evident as he pointed to the pokémon, grin wide and voice laced with enthusiasm. ‘ What is THAT? ’ You would think after all his years training with pokémon, he would know one when he sees one. Running fingers through blonde strands, Barry gawked at the pokemon for a moment more, completely bemused before realising how RUDE he may be coming across. ‘ OH? No, don’t worry about it! Are you ALRIGHT? ’

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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

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♢ B)

NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY. || STATUS: ACCEPTING 

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

                               ❛     don’t be such a butt-head, barry – – if i was just as t a l l as you, you’d be so sorry!     ❜

IT WAS ALWAYS HER HAT THAT PLAYED THE PART OF THE VICTIM IN A TRAGIC REPEAT of the most cliche soap operas ever. lifted from her head time &. time again &. waved so high that not even the added height of standing on tip toes could help her. jumping &. bouncing were useless &. did nothing but tire her out though the glare squinted on amber eyes remained sharp as they stared at the amusement in his own. it was the curse of being so gosh-darn s h o r t that made her prone to these type of things after the short w h i n e s to leave pouted lips &. the last few attempts of reaching up. how easy would it have been to just call out aiden or king to l i f t her heigh enough to get it.

                                      ❛     c’mon, give it back or i swear i’m gonna get out one of my –     ❜

the words should catch in her throat followed along after the hearty laugh to leave his lips &. the press of tender lips against bare forehead, naked without the shade of her hat &. as sudden realisation struck her, the rose tinge on cheeks grew in colour, r e d e n n i n g into a hard blush as hat was so delicately placed back on her head followed by the chuckle of victory courtesy of the much t a l l e r ( &. meaner ) man before her. &. the blush only grew as eyes once filled with i r r i t a t i o n should cast down to her feet, the spot where his lips touched burnt &. the undeniable mix of steaming joy &. cold excitement mixed around in her head. 

                                     ❛     a-ah – … t-thank you.     ❜

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stariim

SNOW drenched fields glistened white in midday sun. It was nothing overly exciting, yet; that never stopped the blonde feeling gleeful over it. Even if he was a young man now; Sinnoh would always have the ‘snow day every day’ essence lingering around it for him. Sifting fresh air in deep breath, the familiar smile was still cast upon pale features. Fond memories of his journey, his ups and his downs all seemingly coming back. The blondes thoughts were cast away; so much so that the prospect of someone else being in the same space as him was the furthest thing from his mind. But; quickly Barry was shaken from his reverie to a rather COLD awakening.

WHETHER the girl had slipped or tripped or maybe just not looking where she was walking; she had shoved him back. The not so gentle thud of his orange and white striped cardigan colliding with the tree trunk, unsettling the leave perched snow as it toppled down onto both of them. Slipping down the back of his shirt, sending shudders up his spine as the snow bit at his skin. Teeth chattering together; Barry let out a rather impressive ‘yelp’ as he attempted to remove the snow from his back (with a rather pathetic looking dance).  “C-cold! Woah, get it out! Get it out!”

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                                SMELL YA LATER ,  LOSER !

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✰???.

                         ❛     are ya ALWAYS this loud   —   or is there a button t’ turn ya off ?     ❜                                          ❛     like somekind’a slumber mode ,  y’know .     ❜

foolharrdy .

                 ❛----Usually, Y E S! But, nobody’s EVER                            pointed it out to me before. Why? Does it bug                            you? ❜

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rosegaia said:

shoutout to draicon for being such a GREAT roleplayer in so many ways ! She lights up our lives with a breath of fresh air to her muses, making them feel so ALIVE and vocal. And even when she’s not serious, she makes roleplaying so fun and inclusive, I don’t think the community would EVER be the same without her !