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Admittedly, the overly protective side of Lorenzo finds some unease in his sister staying in Greece with her boyfriend but he has to remind himself, that she is the older sister. “What are you talking about, Mama, you touch my gun every day” That shit eating grin grows but he settles the weapon between them, discarding the cleaning rag to the floor. “Okay alright, i’ll teach how to shoot it but… He’s mentioned anything about Lu feeling sick?” He’s nosy, always has been and always will be when it came to his family and he could easily call Luna, request the information but he knows, she won’t tell him. “Not as hot as you.” Leaning forward, a kiss is pressed against her jaw. “Pick it up”

“Do not call me mama, weirdo, I don’t think that’s made it to the approve nicknames you can call me,” Seda smiles down at him, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she eyes the large gun in his hand but don’t think for a second she didn’t catch that shit eating grin. Her hand comes across his face in a playful smack, not hard enough to do anything, but maybe enough to wipe it off his face. “No? We didn’t talk about that. I just told him that I was staying here & not to worry. He seemed good. If anything was wrong I’m sure one of them would have called you.” Nosey. This was more than nosey, he was suspicious, and normally she’d dig deeper into this but the kiss to her jaw and his words keep her very distracted. The witch carefully does what he says, picking the gun off the kitchen table, immediately feeling the shift of weight in her hand, it was heavier than she thought it was. “You’re totally gonna jerk off to this later -- me with a gun.”

#i love their banter so much #worldhated

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A smile spreads itself across his face and Lorenzo is cleaning one of his guns at the kitchen table like it was a perfectly NORMAL thing to do. “ You’ve hung out with your brother?” He knows the whole ban but Luna had told them that they would come and check in from time to time, he figures it was the same for Seda. The question wasn’t because he cared very much about if she has or hasn’t, sue him but because he got a weird feeling from his sister the last time he saw her, which was three days ago really. “He told you anything about him and my sister?” Hands curl around the handle of his weapon, turning it over to polish the under the barrel.

Oh. Seda’s never been around guns, never touched one, never felt the power behind the large bang it gives off. Her eyes watch him carefully as he cleans it, almost not even paying attention to the words being spoken right at her, “What? Oh. Yeah, We met up right outside of Athens,” so techincally she wasn’t breaking any rules. The witch, dressed in a sundress, shifts from her spot in the kitchen to join him at the table, not sitting in a chair of course but right on the table in front of him, legs swaying as her eyes never move from his. “They’re thinking about staying in Greece but I don’t give a shit about that. I’ve never touched a gun before.” The statement laid bare and open because boy does she want to. “You look hot, babe.”

#worldhated #HES SO HANDSOME

desiresuggestion

our intimacy is more than physical. the way you lean in to every word i say. the way you smile when you hear my name. these innocent things bring us closer than any kisses you could plant on my face.

#&* no butterflies in my stomach ; just stars & supernovas ( greger & lane )

veeeerps

“She’s dangerous because she knows what she wants. She knows what she wants, and even better, she’s not intimated by these desires. She is not reckless with words, nor feelings. She’s dangerous because she’s in control.”

— adriannesolida (via wnq-writers)

#*; a venus fly trap is more delicate ( seda ; musings )#*; can you hear the willow cry? ( seda ; thoughts )#*; try and weave your way past the gates ( seda ; headcanon )

stardefiant-blog

“and not enough coming back?” - with love, from anonymous by @westiris and @adamparishe

#;* stare into my soul at your own risk ( musings )#;* my bones are made of stardust and ash ( visage ; 1 )

sunny-witch

#;* my bones are made of stardust and ash ( visage ; 1 )

uzone

#*; nightshade & oleander ( seda ; aesthetics )

fuckhardandcum-deactivated20190

what’s your favourite kink

Getting money deposited into my bank account

#*; a venus fly trap is more delicate ( seda ; musings )#*; can you hear the willow cry? ( seda ; thoughts )

wynonna-waverly

waverly earp (wynonna earp) + season three outfits.

#*; sometimes murder isn't gruesome ; it's beautiful. ( seda ; visage ; 1 )#MY GOD SHES SO CUTE #*; slip into something a bit more free ( seda ; attire )

chvrliehunnam

“I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.”

— Sandor Clegane to Sansa Stark, A Clash of Kings by George R.R. Martin.

#&* just as long as you'll be home in the world we manifested ( greger & jughead )#&* no butterflies in my stomach ; just stars & supernovas ( greger & lane )

minddpalaces

#&* just as long as you'll be home in the world we manifested ( greger & jughead )

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Independence was something she understood as clear as day, it molded into the very foundation of who she was as a person. Everything could be done by her own hand and if she couldn’t, she’d simply find a way around that mountain. It’s just how she deals with the devil, does his bidding, for own protection. Give her a hand and she will take the arm, distracting you with overwhelming charm and wit. She used to be known as the snake charmer, captivating and deadly. It was flattering and filled her ego, just as Seda’s compliment did. People basking in her beauty was her favorite thing, she knew it was there much like she could see it in the other female and perhaps that was the foundation of this little back and forth flirtation. “ Hippies come with a lot of personalities and barely any clothing.” She’s not shy about her hands slipping up the fabric of the other’s shirt, nimble fingers curling around the bra strap and she’s daring with her ever pressing gaze, as those fingers unclasp the hook in one movement. “I would say, be true to who you are.” Maybe a little bit of challenge, maybe testing the ground for how far this was willing to go - Kaz was okay with all the way, especially tucked away in this deadly garden, with the plants so dangerously close to touching them. It’s that thrill of it that Kaz lives for, a rush and toss into the dark - never entirely knowing the outcome of something.

they were a pair. of what? she wasn’t exactly sure but this tit for tat game was going to last for a while and drive her completely crazy ; she loved it. that overwhelming thrill of adrenaline floods her system with every touch made, that was made her addicted to the touch - the way her skin felt alive & it happened every time someone laid their hands on her. “that’s a fair assessment -...-” the one time seda is actually wearing a bra, the reason she had been wasn’t important but when then the clasp came undone the witch didn’t hesitate in peeling it off her body and tossing it to the side, the white top she was wearing showing a bit more but she had no qualms about that. shamed or shy about her body were words you’d never hear her say. “oh, i plan on it,” her boldness comes through as she pulls kaz in as close as possible, nimble fingers unbuttoning the girls denim shorts - letting her hand slip inside and underneath the witches underwear. “lets just cut the cute shit, right? i wanna make you squirm right here in this green house. not a soul can hear you,” the words taunting when her free hand comes up to slip into kaz’s hair, tongue giving her lips a small lick as she’s pulled in for a kiss. no one would hear them, not a single soul, it’s VERY helpful that her green houses are built out in the middle of no where.

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