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# you can never unsee it bartz # how did leblanc even get her legs like that? # how did anyone anything?
Internalscream.
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"Guess who has a confirmed appearance in the next Theatrhythm game, loves?"
"My! What a precious little boy!" His wardrobe was rather feminine by Spiran standards, but that was perfectly fine with her; he was adorable regardless. She knelt down and gave him a "gentle" pinch on the cheek for good measure. "What's your name, love? And why haven't I seen you around before?"
He might have protested the pinch were her voice not so honeyed. Instead, he contented himself in a rub at the skin, retaining in his features a stubborn courtesy. "Call me Lamont. I—I cannot say I’ve seen you around either, Miss. Might I inquire the lady’s name?"
Leblanc let out a loud, exaggerated gasp. "Well! If the boy doesn't have excellent manners! How wonderful." More out of a force of habit than anything else, she unfurled her favorite fan and began to pose subtly with it. "I'm the great sphere hunter Leblanc. A pleasure to meet you, love."
// fuckin’ closets. I’m amused all over again.
“Who’s spreading rumors about Hilda?”
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"Fret not, Madame Leblanc- it is enlightening to hear such talk, even if it be misguided.”
"'Misguided'? It's simply rude, Hilda love, that's what it is! I could understand if it were me they were referring to - after all, it's not unreasonable to think that anyone would be jealous of the mighty Leblanc - but you of all people hardly deserve such... such filth!"
"Who's spreading rumors about Hilda?"
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I heard Setzer drives people crazy, especially Bartz, by having sex in broom closets.
ruburan replied to your post: "Hilda. Love. Your new, er, advisor is a little testy. Maybe I shouldn’t have been giving him commands all afternoon, of course, but he threatened to POISON me just now!"
"I am, yes. Thank you, love. Sheesh. If someone needs to get laid, it’s him. Not that I volunteer for the job."
Hilda cursed herself, for she quite quickly (though briefly) considered taking up that solution.
"…. He is… difficult. Though I can trust him to follow me- and that is what I need of him."
"I wonder… were you to take up a task here, what would you seek?”
That was a good question. There wasn't much that Leblanc could exactly imagine herself doing, aside from being co-ruler of Fynn. She knew that the possibilities of such a thing were nonexistent, however, so she forced herself to think a little harder.
"Well, um... I would make a good advisor, too." A better one than that Mateus, at any rate, not to mention sexier and more charming.
have you ever been so angry that you punched another woman in the vagina?
"Uh... no?"
"Sorry to disappoint you."
*scoffs*
deadlylionheart replied to your post: Bartz get out of my closet.
// Bartz get out of everyone’s closet. //
Bartz get out of THE closet.
"I’ll be a closet if I WANNA be. “
OOC: Or. Alternatively.
Bartz, get out of the closet while Setzer and I are using it. |8
Hey there, Hi there Tidus-mun here. So I figured it would be cool to put together a list of all of the FFX rp blogs so we can all find each other or if people are interested in rping FFX muses you can find more people to interact with. If I miss anyone please add them on to the list. (I tried to remember folks I know who are active or semi active.) Tidus maybeimjustadream dreamyzanarkandian zanarkand-swordplay the-fleeting-dream /theblitzace death-of-zanarkand sphereshot tiidax Yuna withoutfalsehope enduringcalm braskide besaidian /spiransmemories islandsummoner ibelieveinyourzanarkand
Rikku pilferess e-muja-oui wanderingalbhed Lulu apatheticsorceress blackmage-lulu therealblackmage Wakka /wakkaberries Paine crimsoneyedwarrior zankiou Gippal machinajackass Jecht thegreatjecht jechtx.tumblr
Brother mohawkedmoron Shuyin sharemydespair Lenne serene-songstress Yuki (FFX OC) summoneryuki Yevon /lordyevon Leblanc ruburan Valefor sonicxwings Shiva ice—queen
The Magus Sisters delta-attack
Seymour pretendididntsayit seymourguado
OOC/C!IC: Still no Noooooooooooj~ *flops dramatically and cries*
"What, and avoid a serious conversation about what all is actually going on between us and whether there’s any future in this, or if we even have a right to be jealous of each other?"
He smiled broadly. “I like the way you think. I’ll take your bet. And what does the winner get?" Her lips were dangerously close to his ear, and the anticipation of her response made him shiver.
He had a point about the serious conversation that they needed to have, but Leblanc and serious conversation were not two things that tended to mix together well. The mere thought of such a thing in the midst of all this kissing and touching was beginning to dampen her arousal.
"Obviously," she said, running a hand through Setzer's beautifully smooth hair once again, "the winner gets whatever they want from the loser. Anything at all, until the sun comes up. ...And maybe a bottle of something, because I'm feeling rather confident."
"Leblanc," he tested her name in his accent, leaning forward to bring her gloved hand to meet his lips. He kissed the tips of her fingers, lingering there to appreciate the scent of her, then smoothed his other hand over hers. Al-Cid gazed up at the blonde’s enchanting eyes as he lightly caressed her knuckles and the length of her fingers.
"Al-Cid Margrace," he purred. “An utmost pleasure belongs to us both."
His lips felt good on her hands, so good. She could only imagine him kissing her elsewhere. The faintest blush rose to her cheeks; it had been too long since she'd had a good lay. It was so embarrassing that this was her first thought upon meeting someone new, but she really couldn't help herself, not when he looked like that.
But she wondered if he were thinking of the exact same thing she was. There was no way to be certain, of course, but she would act as though he were.
"And just where might you be from, Al-Cid Margrace?"
