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you know it's the real deal when you can see past the meatsuit into the yawning dread. an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs. {indie oc rp blog. art by musterni-illustrates}

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{ so i’m not going to be super active for a bit, because i feel pretty shitty and i have pink eye. so. sorry about that }

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“ You seem a little anxious. “

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“well, it’s not every day something like,” cue the vague waving gestures, “you comes into my office.”

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{ literally flings myself into bed. i made a few starters and shit. and will probably make more tomorrow when i get home and i’m not doing my homework. adios and good night }

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talentforlying.

oh god damn it, why did he have to be handsome and here in the morning? her entire office looks like a mess and she’s on her second cup of coffee. she just. stares for a moment before sighing and brushing her hair out of her eyes.

“you have horrible - and i mean horrible timing.”

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     The kind of pause that means he’s considering it. ‘Jury’s out.’ And then, brandishing the bottle vaguely, ‘this happened after. Unconnected. Far apart on the spectrum as y’can get.’ A beat. ‘’sides, he deserved it.’

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she gives him a look that could probably kill and rolls her eyes. “christ, no self control? i mean, i’d get it if you were drunk -” pause. 

“are you drunk.”

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"I dare you to kiss Bella." /anon

it’s an urge that she hasn’t felt for years, but god, she hates it. it makes her feel uncomfortable, like something has crawled under her skin and is teasing her sensitive flesh. 

but of course, here it is, taunting her.

bella is gorgeous. she’s all curves and beauty. she feels clumsy around her, big hands and big feet. she feels large and uncomfortable. but when bella takes her hands she doesn’t feel so wrong.

she’s watching her quietly, breath heavy as her heart pounds like a thousand drums. this is a fear she has never been able to outgrow, not since she was a child. it’s hard to remind herself that she’s not a kid.

it’s stupid, she knows it is, but she can’t help it as she suddenly leans forward, broad hands resting on both sides of the desk bella leans against as her lips press against hers. she feels rough and wrong, her heart almost stopping. her lips are so soft.

rowan pulls away, breath heavy and eyes stinging. 

“sorry. you - need to go.”

but please, please. stay.

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nothingxlost.

sympathy. she hates feeling it, but she does in strong, powerful bursts way too often. so when she sees him looking a lot like somebody just kicked his puppy, she feels that pang in her heart.

so she simply walks over and settles down next to him, smiling softly.

“howdy, stranger.”

because, you know, that’s how you make conversation.

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Send "I dare you to kiss..." with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips.

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He softens, but only a tiny bit.

“I can take care o’ myself.” He’s not mad at her, not by a long shot, but he just – he hadn’t wanted her to see him like this. It was bad enough he had to give it all up at her shop the other day.

“Bu’ thankyou. For bein’ worried.” 

He hadn’t had someone worry about him in a long time.

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“i know - i wasn’t trying to make it seem like you couldn’t. i’m sorry.” she lets out a soft breath and gives him a soft smile. 

“you’re welcome. it’s not too hard. i mean, i’m sort of a ball of paranoia.”

she doesn’t do this often, but for this moment, because she feels so bad, she makes an exception and gently wraps her arms around him. she doesn’t get too close, and it’s incredibly awkward (it even has an awkward pat on the back) until she pulls back.

“sorry. i don’t really hug much.” ever.

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     Listen. Just because there’s a man unconscious on the floor and Cass is holding a smashed bottle in his hand doesn’t mean anything remotely glass-shaped connected with that fella’s head.

     ‘Wha’ is it about me that makes you think any’a this is my fault?’ 

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“i’m sorry, do i look stupid to you?”

boy, she will smack you upside your head, smashed bottle or no.

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“The… ‘up dog’?”

Is this slang.

“What is ‘up dog’?”

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“not much, what’s up with you?”

and then she’s a laughing mess, because holy shit, that has never worked before.

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“Thought so. Anything else,” he asked as he went      through to his kitchen. “I’m sure I can make you      something,” he called to her.

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“no - but thank you though.” 

she could probably eat him out of house and home, so she decides that’s a bad idea, since he’s taking her in.

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“You’re a shit-awful liar.”

His arms cross across his chest as he looks at her, pointedly waiting for some sort of explanation. He hoped she had one.

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“i know.”

she sighs, leaning against a wall and running her hands through her hair.

“look - you had black magic on you and you’re clearly homeless. i got worried.” she decides not to mention that having his name, she could basically follow him anywhere she wanted. wizards, am i right?

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“Are y’followin’ me?” He didn’t need her pity.

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hrk.

“no - fuck, no. i.”

okay, maybe she was, but that’s because she’s worried about him. he’s homeless and he had a black magic charm. of course she’s worried.

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“You–?”

Bella looks at the bag of blood, mouth fallen open in surprise. She normally didn’t drink bagged blood, preferring fresh blood, but who even cared when Rowan went and did something so sweet?

Grinning, Bella wraps a loose arm around the other girls shoulders, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You’re a gem. Anytime.”

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she immediately goes stiff when her cheek is kissed, face gathering heat rather quickly as she just lets out a probably way too loud sheepish laugh. she feels her cheek face and relaxes just a tad.

“shit - uh.” what do you even say after that? thank you? fuck if she knows. 

“you’re very nice.” nailed it.

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     He laughs a bit, unable to help it. “Come on, don’t be      like that. Want some tea? I can make some tea.”

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there is a pause. she lifts her head just enough to talk.

“yes please.”