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[taxidermycatgirl]

[savagecuhnt]

she walks into her front door, a duffel bag over her shoulder full of weapons she had just picked up in a small 'deal'. she sets it on her kitchen counter, taking a moment to rest against the marble, palms flat as her head hangs. Her long raven hair falls over her shoulders, spilling onto the counter as her eyes close. It's been almost a week since she had heard anything from Joe, since their last encounter. There was a lot that happened that day, learning that he was hired to kill her, but instead he let her go...then things turned spicy. Intimate in their own way. She was trusted with seeing his face.

That face.

They kissed.

And they almost...

she smirks to herself as she lifts her head, the scent of blood in the air, wafting the crack in the window. Her haunting pale gaze finds that mask looking back at her through the window, and she knows who's behind it.

Her combat boots lead her over her tile floors, pausing at the window for a brief pause as she takes the sight of him in. Just sitting there, chin in his hand watching her through the glass. She smirks back at him, "you're bleeding." she says softly before pulling the window open, "come on...let's get you patched up..." she gestures for him to climb in.

[heartxshaped-bruises]

       ❛❛Aww. You noticed? How attentive of you, poppet.❜❜ The grin shines in every single syllable as Joe slips through the window. His movements aren't as smooth as they used to be. That's a problem. He doesn't attribute it to the bloodloss; that's a different thing called age, he fears. He's been on this lonely speck in the universe for such a long time, he nearly forgot that bodies - even unreal ones - tend to acclimate after a certain amount of time... it happens once in a while.

       Last time he felt this uncoordinated it was the 60ies, but that time was so foggy that no useful information could be extracted from that part of his brain. It was only logical, you know? The 60ies had a taste for WORK-RELATED HEAD SHOTS.

       Joe tumbles to the floor on the other side with the elegance of a dying swan, knocking his head on the floorboards, but he's smiling up at poppet from behind the cheap grimace of the Creature from the Black Lagoon mask. He can forgive the rather garish ceiling light offending his sensitive eyes. It hugs Rose's head like a halo, doesn't it?

       ❛❛I'm not interrupting your evening plans, am I? I like to think I've studied your errands and jobs this week very diligently, but who knows ?? Maybe I've... missed something. Did I?❜❜ His arm throbs in response like its getting maltreated with a hammer because he landed on it rather unfortunately. Doesn't matter, doesn't matter...

       Joe turns his head about 35 degrees. ❛❛I'm bleeding on your carpet.❜❜

[alwaysanangcl]

While the redhead isn't a stranger to warming another's bed, there is something in Tal's way that brings a flush to her cheeks before she can master it. His insinuation sends images flickering through her mind, lust-filled needs and curiosities merging into thoughts she's grateful no one else is able to see. While sure, such ideas shouldn't be a surprise between husband and wife, perhaps it is because she's played witness to Taliesin's passionate nature elsewhere in life, that now her mind was muddled with thoughts of lips and tongues and touches. It's in the way his eyes glitter, too. . . A gentle reminder that while at times they seemed matched in age, there is more to Taliesin than meets the eye.

Hungry eyes eat up the image of his lips coming to press gentle affection to her palms, her lips parting with a soft breath that's chased by a softer giggle as she falls into step, now being led back to their home. It's funny, for once that thought doesn't seem incorrect. Whatever just transpired in the den has shifted her world from hers to theirs. Or at least, a possibility of sharing something with him that is more than the scorn that's been their constant companion.

Her smile grows as their fingers are woven together and she gently squeezes her approval of this new hold as they maneuver through the maze of trees and shrubs back towards home. Hope bubbles through her. Maybe fate wasn't quite done with them yet. . .Maybe they weren't as stuck in the political dance as she thought they might've been. Curiosity struck her, "Do you believe in fate and all of that?" For someone as brusque as Tal, she almost couldn't imagine him believing in anything as flimsy as fate, but the idea intrigued her. "Or predestined moments, things like that?"

[heartxshaped-bruises]

       ❛❛Fate?❜❜ Tal tasted the word but found that mulling over it wasn't worthwhile. ❛❛I've lived long enough to hear my fair share of prophecies and to know they're prone to change by the cut of a blade. Do you know how many unlucky souls I have met who staggered right into the maws of this thing called fate? It's nothing more but a glorified, self-imposed prison, my lovely❜❜

       THE SCOFF fell from the fae's lips with the usual hint of dismissiveness. The only difference was that this time, it wasn't directed at Jessica. Something had shifted. Sharing his home with her beyond her family estate was a rather intimate thing, though you could argue that he also liked to see if she'd have squirmed. Following a fae into a faerie den? A dire mistake. That's why he'd warned her earlier about going with anyone else. She'd let stray creatures taking the shape of cats into their house already. It wasn't all that hard to imagine that she'd fall for another trick. Either that or out of her sheer curiosity and stubbornness. Remarkable, isn't it? How time changes these little things from traits so irritating they'd serve as motive to admiration.

       Jessica wasn't a simple-minded damsel. He'd underestimated her, for what she lacked in survival instincts - again, FAE BEASTS disguised as cats - she made up with compassion and audaciousness for the right matters. Had she been ordinary, Taliesin would have enjoyed dismantling her layer by layer and bone for bone. Until he'd have tired like a cat and went to look for a bigger challenge. Jessica had turned out to be just the right amount of interesting to keep him engaged in more than one ways. And one specifically, she 'd now managed to get a hook in.

       They passed the faerie portal again, this time without hesitation, and stepped back into the familiar woods on the other side surrounding the Hamby estate. Taliesin loosened his hold a little without unlinking their fingers.

       From afar his ears picked up the voices of their dearest guests who must have just arrived, and the realization made him slow down as they stepped out of the treeline and back into the warmth of the meadow.

       ❛❛This, on the other hand -❜❜, he nodded ahead, ❛❛definitely counts as A CRUEL TWIST OF FATE.❜❜ He casted a side glance at Jessica and how the sun caught in her hair. Flames dancing across the softly swaying grass that nearly reached up to their hips, pond-deep. The mischievous smirk dimmed a little into something gentler. ❛❛But considering everything... I admit that some things appear very convenient sometimes. Who knows if there's some grubby, little monster out there weaving threads of fate like a maniac. At least that's what I'm imagining. Why did you ask?❜❜

@alwaysanangcl

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[phoeboobies]

lumineers have my heart

[helsex]

Guy who is touch starved but emotionally repressed goading you into punching him for completely normal reasons

[caracuuw]

Daily affirmations:

-I can make my OC a worse person

-I can make my OC more miserable

-I can make my OC more repressed

-I can give my OC more issues

-I can make my OC more self loathing

-I can give my OC new fears and insecurities

[honeytuesday]

autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

i hope to possess the power of understanding what the actual fuck is wrong with me all the time

[girldrivers]

[homunculus-argument]

Bitches will say they want a "fairytale wedding" and then get offended when I show up uninvited and curse their firstborn.

[dankmemeuniversity]

[thoughtcascades]

i know it’s bad because even music isn’t helping

[traversety]

the spirit is willing but the flesh is so fucking out of it rn. actually the flesh would like to pack it up and leave. it's done with the horrors.

[gooeytime]

we all have that one friend who must be stopped at all costs

[heartxshaped-bruises]

// @ask-thedepressedkidatthetable