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“You’re sitting in my spot.”
“Do I?” Pretending he didn't know what she was talking about, he deliberately spread himself out on the couch. Classic manspreading. If anyone else in the bar saw him, they'd immediately label him a jerk.
With a smirk, Matthew eyed the woman in front of him as he stuffed some salty chips into his mouth. “I know another good spot.”
To make his point clear to her, he directed his gaze to his lap.
maybe in another life, i am easier to be loved and harder to be left.
baby girl I can complicate situations you’ve never even thought of
Matthew doesn't label himself but he is pansexual which is very evident by one of his statements being like "Hole is hole" aka he doesn't give a fuck.
Reblog if your muse is Panromantic/-sexual
Other pride-flag bubbles for your muses: [LGTBQA+] [Ace] [Aro] [Bisexual] [Grey-Asexual] [Demi-Asexual] [Gay] [Lesbian] [Transgender] [Intersex] [Agender] [Genderfluid] [Nonbinary]
im easily enraptured by violence and bloodshed
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first meeting sentence starters.
send one to have our muses meet for the first time.
“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”
“I think you dropped this.”
“You look lost. Need some help?”
“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”
“You’re sitting in my spot.”
“Whoa! Careful!”
“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”
“Is that seat taken?”
“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”
“You’re blocking the doorway.”
“Were you just staring at me?”
“Excuse me, do you know the time?”
“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”
“I’ve been sent to find you.”
“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”
“Do you work here?”
“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”
“You’ve got something on your face.”
“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
“Do you know the way to ___?”
“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”
“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”
“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”
“You look like you could use a friend.”
“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”
“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”
“I think we’re stuck in here together.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”
“Are you the new neighbor?”
“First time in town?”
“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“I think you’re in the wrong place.”
“You seem… out of place.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”
“That was a close call.”
“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”
“Mind if I walk with you?”
“You look like you’re in trouble.”
“Was that your doing back there?”
“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”
“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”
“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”
“Do I want to know what just happened?”
“You might want to keep your voice down.”
“Is it always this strange around here?”
“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”
“Looks like we’re in this together now.”
I learn everything the hard way btw
I love characters who dont think they deserve to be loved. Maybe they've been hurt, maybe someone has convinced them theyre evil, maybe they've hurt people in the past... and when someone comes along who loves and cares for them, they just dont see it as something they deserve
Apollymi didn’t interrupt him once. She let him talk, let the sarcasm run its course, let the deflection burn itself out the way it always did. By the time he finished and swept past her, she was already smiling in a small, sharp, and entirely unbothered way. Negative, dismissive, stubborn… she had expected all of that. What she hadn’t expected was how entertaining he was about it.
She reached into the inner lining of her tan leather coat. When her hand emerged, it held a small, polished pipe, which she turned once between her fingers before gesturing lightly in his direction. “If we’re committing to the bit,” she said, that faint smirk still lingering, “we might as well do it properly.” Her eyes flicked over the space, already scanning, already sorting. “And instead of complaining, Watson, we look for clues.”
She crouched near the spot where the sculptures had been displayed, her expression sharpening as something caught her attention. Two fingers brushed lightly over the surface and then paused. “Here,” she murmured, angling her body so he could see. “This isn’t consistent with someone picking it up carefully.” A faint drag in the dust. Slight, but deliberate. She glanced up at him, eyes glinting with interest. “Alright. Give me the best you’ve got. What does that tell you?”
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Apparently, it didn’t matter what he said. No matter how hard he tried to make it clear that he wasn’t really interested in finding out who had stolen anything, Apollymi wouldn’t let it go. Not yet, anyway.
Perhaps Matthew was also subconsciously holding back, not yet letting her sense what he was normally capable of.
Leaning against the base of a Roman statue with his arms crossed, he watched the woman, letting her draw her own conclusions. The pipe did have a certain something, he had to admit. Maybe she was into role-playing...
Trying to picture her, he didn’t hear what she said next.
“Huh? Sure, I can be your Watson.” Raising his eyebrows, he eyed her, feigning innocence. “Watson was the dominant one anyway.”
