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|| Sedona.

“Peake,” Charlie squints slightly but there’s still a small smile on his face. He thinks he might know that name if he were more sober. “Nice. Fitting.”

He waves the bartender down for another drink because now he needs something to occupy him. He sips at it a bit (frowning slightly because he should have specified something different from the beer from before) before speaking again.

“I’m only disappointed ‘cause…” he pauses, trying to figure out how to be suave again, “I mean, it wouldn’t be good if yo–er–the other party member wasn’t having very much fun.”

Charlie decides it’s a good idea to put his drink to his mouth again. Stop him from speaking.

“Fitting?”

An eyebrow is quirked slightly at that, but he shakes his head -- waving it off. Maybe he’ll ask about that later, but,. for now, Matt’s far more interested in watching Charlie’s lips against the rim of the beer.

“Smooth.”

The man’s voice is amused when he speaks up again. He offers a slight shrug, sipping at his own drink before replying.

“I dunno. I guess it could be good with the right guy.”

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peakes

|| Sedona.

peakes

“That’s a shame, I’d been hoping to try that sometime.” There was a thin line between the way Charlie flirted and just the things he said on a daily basis and, honestly, even he wasn’t sure what side he was on at this point.

“I’m Charlie, by the way,” he offered a small smile to the stranger, drumming his fingers on the table, unsure what else to do without a drink in his hand.

Matt shrugs a bit. “If you’re curious, do it. My experience shouldn’t stop you from following your dreams.”

For a moment, he hesitates. His name isn’t exactly well known, outside of oddly specific internet chunks and the crime circles within the city, but it’s out there. Hm.

“Peake,” he finally provides.

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peakes

|| Sedona.

peakes

Charlie’s been nursing this beer for a while, trying to work up the courage to approach someone. Specifically, the guy across the way. He’s holding something that looks far more appealing than whatever it was Charlie had ordered. Charlie is also 90% sure the stranger’s been eyeing him too, but that might be the hopeful buzz (okay, more than a buzz) talking. He glances down at the dregs of his beer, huffs, and knocks it back before getting up and making his way to the stranger in a manner he hopes isn’t as stumbly as he feels.

“So what’s that you’re drinking?” he starts, “’Cause it might just be the closest I get to a pretty thing like you.” Charlie tries to keeps his embarrassed wince to himself.

In the few moments that Peake had spaced out, the pretty man disappeared from his vision. Huh. That’s.. that sucks, he decides, glancing up at the voice he registered was speaking to him. Oh. Maybe it doesn’t suck so much.

The flush on his cheeks is absolutely exclusively from the alcohol.

“Sex on the beach,” he replies softly. Admiring someone from afar is one thing, talking is.. another. “Which actually, despite how good the drink is, isn’t a pleasant experience.”

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|| Sedona.

@penguinwithsomepaint

It’s St. Patrick’s Day. Peake’s found himself in some bar downtown, a frilly drink in hand as he watches the goings-on. He’s not one for beer -- smells too off-putting to be interesting. The man he’s spotted sipping at one, though.. that’s a different story. Long lashes, soft eyes, scruffy beard..

This guy looks way too pretty to be hanging around a place like this without someone hanging off his arm. What a shame.

Peake folds his arm on the counter, taking another sip of his drink. It’s a nice thought, anyway. Maybe he’ll see if he can find the guy’s face online later, if only to appreciate it a little longer.

He might be a little drunk.

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sexlessrpmemes

winged sentence starters

“Can you stop shedding feathers in the shower? Or at least clean them up afterwards?”

“Sorry about my cat. she/he really, really likes feathery things.”

“Hold on, your feathers are looking a bit disheveled. Want me to straighten them out for you?”

“Can you actually… use those things?”

“Oh my god. You have wings.”

“How is this even possible?”

“Hey, what’s up with your back? You look like a professional olympic swimmer on steroids.”

“You flew for six hours? Come here, you’re getting a back rub.”

“Did someone try and pluck a feather again? Are they dead?”

“What on earth happened to you? Have your wings been trimmed? Wh- are you ok?!”

“…Where are your wings? What happened to you?”

“So, like… do you just cut holes in your clothes and stuff?”

“Underwear must be confusing.”

“Look. I know you want to cuddle, but ten seconds after you fall asleep you roll away and I get a mouthful of feathers. Clean your primaries or stay still!”

#hybrid au ;