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[bowties-and-sweetdreams]

[hxbridisms-a]

      it’s the one detail when it comes to decorations that he feels people miss out on the most. not him, though, and for this very reason. “ rules are rules. ” he grins, backing the woman into the door frame gently. digits cup cheek, thumb swiping at soft skin before the connection is made. it isn’t gentle by any means, but rather passionate, lips gliding over the fellow hybrid’s.

@destructivekringle // x.

[hxbridisms-a]

   he’d woken up long before the sun had even come out, satisfied his own hunger and returned to a still sleeping frame. of course, he’d never have rolled on top of her without cleaning himself up, hair still damp from his shower. lips press to cheek, mischief in stormy eyes as sam stirs under him. “ what’s it look like i’m doing? i missed you. ” michael chuckles, kisses pressed to shoulder as he moves behind her. arms embrace her, warmth radiating, assuming the position of big spoon.

@femfallax // x.

[hxbridisms-a]

@disasterpieces​‌:

   not to appear stereotypical but he caught her right in the middle of sharpening up a few stakes,  “ aw, you miss having my hands on you, huh? ”  her tongue knows no bounds as a pout all together shows the faux on her features – really, she’s completely indifferent. the predator’s had her fill for the eve unless he wants to push her.

he’s never been one to try his luck, but if the opportunity is there, he’ll take it... “ i don’t recall you ever laying a hand on me, actually--- and one of your arrows doesn’t count. ” push her he will, even as he remains cautious, not blind to the fact that she’s sharpening a few stakes before him. one good shot to the heart and he’s done for.

[hxbridisms-a]

@femfallax​‌:

       “  a little, ”  she’s cozy, shoulders hiking up to nestle in his arms. all of their issues seem to fade to savior for this particular moment in time. she’s forgiven him and herself for reacting in such a way. however, she knows things between them will take some time to mend and heal,  “  maybe i should’ve ordered out and got house food in the morning,  ”  her nervousness shows a little, sucking in lips to make them feel less dry as she glanced up at him. rain starts to pour in, more water on her skin and a dampening in her hair – it’s fine with her, she’s not afraid of getting wet – she just hates to drag it into her warm place.

suspicions are correct, keeping her close to his side as they walk, rain as cold as can be. just their luck. then, he laughs at himself, a funny yet effective idea coming to mind. “ i could’ve made this a whole lot easier for us... at least, on the way there, ” michael starts. then again, they’d have missed out on these moments. “ but i mean, are we already too far along to turn back? ”  eyes meet hers as she glances up at him, his smile lingering even if minutely. part of him wants her to say no, that they aren’t too close yet, only so that he can just take a moment to kiss her. even with that in mind, he doesn’t stop walking, dragging his eyes away from hers as if she’ll somehow read his mind.

[hxbridisms-a]

@femfallax​‌:.

   her body sinks under millions of bubbles against a tender chest, reeling in the press of his lips on her skin. lips rolled in for a moment, eyes would open to see the tile wall ahead but glancing to take a small glimpse of michael,  “  hey – it’s okay, it’s okay,  ”  hands shift back and forth to soothe him under water,  “  no more secrets between us, ‘kay? if something’s up, we should be able to tell each other,  ”  a brief moment of her genuine closed grin, soft and low, she leans forward to only turn back to see him up close,  “  you’re the only person i trust.  ”

arms tighten around her briefly, cherishing their shared warmth, skin on skin. words soothe him eyes closing as he presses his forehead into he crook of sam’s neck. in reality, he doesn’t deserve her forgiveness, the gravity of the secret he kept from her too great. but maybe the woman’s ability to forgive him for his many mistakes is a reason he’s in love with her. hold loosens as she shifts, blues meeting hers, “ yeah, of course... believe me when i say being in the doghouse is the worst. ” he jokes, but really they're some seriousness to it. samantha hawthorne is not to be trifled with. for her to keep her trust in him, vocalize it, even, is an honor. “ i trust you with my life, sam. ” she’s damn near all he’s got.

[hxbridisms-a]

@disasterpieces​‌:

      “  well, i’m just getting started,  ”   she cocks back her crossbow and aims; innocent or not, it’s her job as a slayer to take down as many supernatural threats as possible. failure is not a recommended option, but it’s not to say she’s never failed. tessa’s arrows were all equipped with trackers in case the fight goes south. firing three arrows at once directed at him, she knows damn well it won’t be enough but nothing like testing the waters just a bit to see what her chances are,  “  never seen you around here before.  ”

“ lovely, ” michael responds, sarcasm abundant, even as crossbow is aimed his way. bullets are what he’s used to, fast and possibly more of a threat to him, so arrows aren’t much of a challenge. two are dodged, only one hitting it’s mark, a low grunt given as it lodges in his right shoulder. shaft is snapped in half, alleviating light weight as digits tug at the rest, knowing that under normal circumstances it’d be best to leave it in. his body will do the rest, half an arrow cast aside. “ nice to meet you too--- you’ve never seen me because i tend to keep to myself, hence the alleyway. ”

[hxbridisms-a]

disasterpieces·:

    “  come to get your ass kicked?  ”  she was just in the neighborhood, patrolling but not really – it’s been pretty quiet in this town so far. tessa’s not complaining, at least she doesn’t have to work tonight. she knows the familiar face when she sees him, side-eyed but unthreatened by his presence. there was no sense of danger yet – she’s curious as to how he found her so far away?

@hxbridisms | x.

“ uh, potentially? been a while since i’ve had my ass handed to me. ” and that’s being generous. he isn’t a pro when it comes to combat in any form, but he knows what it takes to kill, and won’t hesitate when it comes to it. still, it’s strange that she’d even greeted him in the first place, their last encounter not really a pleasant one. “ surprised you’re not already trying. ”

[hxbridisms-a]

*smothers michael in too many kisses*

    “ just gonna… sit here and enjoy it. ”

@femfallax // randoms.

[mournus]

“You think you know death, but you don’t. Not until you’ve seen it, ’til you’ve really seen it. It gets under your skin and lives inside you. There’s nothing you can do. Nothing.”

- Cook. Rise, part two. (via rykerelias)

[startshxtwithme]

What do you think my muse smells like?

[womanfourwoman]

“human-passing”

[gmny]

[painfulblisss]

[wxrgod]

i was made to destroy.

                            —-   not to fix                                     &  not to heal

        but to break,           to conquer,             & to [ kill ]

[hxbridisms-a]

@femfallax​‌:

     “  yeah… lucky me, ”  a soft bite of her lower lip, smiling as she held it and let go with ease. it’s like she’s in high school or something - that giddy little feeling in her tummy and chest that makes her want to pull him down for a kiss. forget the store, she beckons herself. but she keeps strolling. knowing it might be too much for michael or maybe too much for them to whimsically be romantic. however, she does make a move; slipping her fingers to tangle with his loosely. she yearns for warmth but won’t ask for it – she didn’t realize how cold she was in comparison to him. she hopes she’s not overstepping any boundaries.

he doesn’t expect her to repeat the words, his question mostly rhetorical, but it’s a nice surprise as he spares a glance at her. bottom lip tugged between teeth as she smiles his favorite smile, whether it be shy or nervous, he can’t tell. quite possibly both, yet cool digits reach for his own, and he probably doesn’t need to ask but it slips anyway as he brings the backs of her fingers to his lips quickly. “ cold? ” answer isn’t even necessary because he’s already untangled their fingers, throwing his arm around her shoulders. it’s the best he can do for what he assumes is only a few more minutes of walking in the rain. to which, he regrets leaving his jacket. he’d hate for her to get sick.

[antivanrogue]

In my experience, those who are truly dangerous don’t act like they are.

Thane Krios (Mass Effect 2)