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@lxrdruthven
Lenore smiles and she walks to grab her coat and puts it on, before offering her hand to him. “Come alone, let us go now.”
Ruthven smiles and takes her hand gently. “You know, I’m surprised we’re getting a second date. I thought you didn’t like me...”
“A…uh. Crockpot?” Ruthven arched an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
“It cooks food all day, it’s sort of like a mini oven..I don’t do well with flames but I can cook anything in a crock pot!” Lenore smiles a bit. “It will be good..i promise.”
“I don’t like flames either,” Ruthven admits with a smile. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”
Lenore gets off work and she smiles to him and waltz’ up to the handsome vampire. “I hope you are hungry, I have had the croc pot going all day to make quite a lovely meal. ”
“A...uh. Crockpot?” Ruthven arched an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
Send me two names and my character will react to accidentally walking in on those two in bed with each other.
text: i love chicken. i love vegetables. i love you.
Ruthven sends it and realizes he’s said ‘i love you’ and cringes at his desk.
Lenore blushes a bit and she doesn’t want to come off as ungreatful and so she just sends him a kissy face attached to his text.
Text: I will see you on Friday lover boy.
Ruthven is mortified and doesn't text her at all. On Friday he shows up at the spa waiting for her.
Text : oh well the things I’m known for are very tasty but primarily vegetarian. Meats are too harsh on a fairies stomach most days. I know a few good chicken recipes though! Do you like chicken??
text: i love chicken. i love vegetables. i love you.
Ruthven sends it and realizes he’s said ‘i love you’ and cringes at his desk.
text: Um. Why don’t you surprise me? I’ll eat anything, really.
Text: I’m sure I’ll think up something.
text: make something that you’re known for.
He’s a bit smitten in love now.
Text: I’m rather busy until Friday. But if you’d like on Friday I can make dinner at my place, just tell me what you’d like to eat and I’ll make it for you.
text: Um. Why don’t you surprise me? I’ll eat anything, really.
Lenore gets to work and then smirks ever so slightly at the note and roses. She quite enjoys flowers like these. She texts Ruthven as she sits down at her desk.
Text: I enjoyed it as well, I’d love to have dinner with you again. Thank you very much for the flowers.
Text: Of course. Whenever you want, sweetie.
Ruthven smiles at his desk. He rather likes Lenore, even if he couldn’t drink her blood and ravage her in bed.
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There’s a bouquet of roses on her desk, and a cream colored note nestled within the roses.
“I enjoyed dinner with you -- I hope we will enjoy more dinners together. -Ruthven”
Hurt rp Starters
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"
"Tell me where it hurts."
"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."
"Oh my god. Are you okay?"
"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."
"This is gonna hurt..."
"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"
"It's all swollen up..."
"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"
"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."
"I think you have a concussion."
"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"
"Here, lean on me."
"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."
"We need to get the bullet out..."
"Oh my god, you've been shot!"
"Did... did you get beat up!?"
"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."
"Look out for that car!"
"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"
"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"
"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."
"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"
"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"
"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."
"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"
"Alistair...why is there a body bag in the living room?"
Ruthven stares at the body bag and leaves for a moment, coming back with a cigarette and stares at the bag. “Dunno. Why don’t you open it? There could be a nice surprise inside.”
“N-n-now?” Harry stuttered, not wanting the other man to stop. “I mean…I would like that…if we did that now…”
Ruthven smiles. “Well, let’s go to bed. I’ll get those handcuffs out and chain you up.” He gets up and offers a hand to Harry.
"Alistair...why is there a body bag in the living room?"
Ruthven stares at the body bag and leaves for a moment, coming back with a cigarette and stares at the bag. “Dunno. Why don’t you open it? There could be a nice surprise inside.”
Harry coughed as he rapidly stubbed out his smoke and shifted under Ruthvens hands. “Well I mean…I wouldn’t say not to that…”
“Alrighty then. Why don’t we do that now?” Ruthven murmurs against Harry’s neck.
"Alistair...why is there a body bag in the living room?"
Ruthven stares at the body bag and leaves for a moment, coming back with a cigarette and stares at the bag. “Dunno. Why don’t you open it? There could be a nice surprise inside.”
Harry swallowed thickly and a flush rose up on his cheeks. “Lovingly tortured? Haven’t heard that one before.” He said, shivering slightly under the mans touch.
“Really? Not even tied up to a bedpost and fucked until you orgasm and then some? Or maybe bound by rope in a beautiful position to show off your naked, prostrate body?” Ruthven teases him with touches under his shirt and under his pants.
"Alistair...why is there a body bag in the living room?"
Ruthven stares at the body bag and leaves for a moment, coming back with a cigarette and stares at the bag. “Dunno. Why don’t you open it? There could be a nice surprise inside.”
“What should I call it?” Harry said and room another drag of his cigarette. “You want to put me in a straight jacket and keep me in a dark room for days with no food? You’re quite the romantic.” He added dryly.
“Dunno, how about a training room?” His fingers gently are in Harry’s hair now. “I am romantic. You got lovingly tortured.” Ruthven stubs the last of his cigarette and runs his hands over Harry’s hips. “You’re better off with than without it.”
"Alistair...why is there a body bag in the living room?"
Ruthven stares at the body bag and leaves for a moment, coming back with a cigarette and stares at the bag. “Dunno. Why don’t you open it? There could be a nice surprise inside.”
“‘Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.’ Was one I remember from that time in your creepy sex dungeon.” Harry said with a cocked eyebrow.
“But you loved it. I also object to calling it a dungeon.” Ruthven smiles. “We should do that again.”
"Alistair...why is there a body bag in the living room?"
Ruthven stares at the body bag and leaves for a moment, coming back with a cigarette and stares at the bag. “Dunno. Why don’t you open it? There could be a nice surprise inside.”
“A lot of times.” Harry said with a smile, “There have been many a lie. But I don’t doubt you on vampiric knowledge.”
His fingers trace Harry’s jaw before he kisses him. “Like what? Name one lie I’ve told you.”
