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@sebastian-adler
Luscious, Bless Her Heart, Puree
Bless Her Heart: If you could call anyone in the world and have an hour long conversation, who would you call?
Chuck Palahniuk. The man is a genius.
Puree: What is your most interesting talent?
I think that’s too NC17 for it to be listed so publicly. Gail knows.
Tempting, Charmed, Talk Derby to Me
Tempting: What are your guilty pleasures?
Bad horror movies and the History Channel.
Charmed, I’m Sure: What’s something someone could say to make you like them instantly?
They can recommend a good book to me with solid reasoning, that’s always helpful. No guarantees that I’ll keep liking them, though.
Talk Derby To Me: What quality do you value most in friends?
A high tolerance for alcohol.
Luscious, Peaches ‘n Cream, Nectar
Luscious: What do you look for in a significant other?
Stability, fun, adventure, trust, loyalty.
Peaches ‘n Cream: What is your favorite thing about yourself?
My devilish good looks, obviously.
Nectar: What is something you enjoy that most people don’t know about?
I like to draw and paint.
Ask Meme Monday #7
Another round of questions await you, dear tenants. I’m hoping we can boost dash activity a little bit this week now that people are really settling back into school and all that jazz. I’m sort of mentally planning an event, and it’d be great if we could actually get that rolling. But I digress; questions below as always.
If you wish to participate, reblog this post and make sure your ask box is open. You may complete these in or out of character as you please. Finally, here’s a quick friendly reminder to ask some questions if you want to receive them yourself. Have fun, tenants!
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thieves like us | seb&gail
thatawfulrubensgirl:
“It’s gorgeous,” Gail said, staring at her finger, admiring the ring for a moment, before standing on tiptoe to pull Seb in, planting a kiss on his lips.
When she pulled away for air, Gail smiled at him, a hand coming up to rest on his jaw. “You know, if I didn’t know you, I’d say you looked nervous,” she said, smiling gently.
Sebastian shrugged lightly, “Well, I wasn’t sure if you were crazy enough to actually marry me.” He wrapped his arms tightly around his fiancée and kissed her again, butterflies seemingly fluttering around in his entire body. Their relationship was still so new, but this was right, he could tell.
“I’m just really happy. And now I get to brag that I’m engaged to an actress,” he said with a grin. “You’ll be the best Mrs. Adler yet.”
loischarles:
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thieves like us | seb&gail
thatawfulrubensgirl:
“Oh my good God Lord, do I need a shovel?” Gail asked, only half kidding. She followed him into the Lemon Tree, mentally preparing herself for whatever grisly scene awaited her inside…
…and found herself caught completely, totally, utterly off-guard.
“I know it’s tacky to do this at work–”
“Oh my God,” Gail said aloud, though not lough enough to cut him off. Surely, surely she was overthinking as usual,
And then he knelt.
Gail almost really did kick him in the face, out of sheer excitement.
“Oh my God, I’m – are you – yes. Obviously yes!”
Sebastian's smile somehow grew even wider and he stood up, hands shaking slightly as he slid the ring on her finger. Great, now his nerves were catching up to him. The ring was a slim gold band with four gem stones of varying sizes: sapphire, blue topaz, pink morganite, and of course a big white diamond.
“Brighton helped me pick it out... well, actually she wanted me to get the most expensive one possible, but I hated the ones she suggested. I thought this was more you.” He lifted her hand up and planted a kiss on her knuckles. “Eventually she approved of this one, so you can take any complaints up with both of us. And no, I didn’t steal it on a job, I promise.”
thieves like us | seb&gail
thatawfulrubensgirl:
When Seb told Gail something required her attention, but he couldn’t tell her over the phone, her first thought was, naturally, “Murder.”
Over the past few months, she’d grown more comfortable with that, and just made sure to dress accordingly – boots instead of pumps, in case they had to run. (Prada boots, obviously. She was a mobster’s girlfriend, not a savage.)
She arrived exactly when she said she would, saying, “What’s up?” the second she saw him.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, smiling brightly at the sight of her. He knew it was kind of a cheap trick, deliberately luring her there under the guise of work, but it was definitely the better way to make sure it was a surprise. Gail was too smart and knew him too well - any other excuse would have been completely transparent. Sebastian threw his cigarette away and planted a kiss on Gail’s forehead. “We need to have a look at something in the dining room, come on,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and led her into the restaurant.
The Lemon Tree had been mildly transformed for the night - if he was going to do this in a place so familiar, it had to be at least a little different. Most of the lights were dim, and the room was lit up by pink paper lanterns hanging from the decorative tree’s branches, Lana del Rey playing softly from the speakers. It had seemed an appropriate choice. Sebastian let go of Gail, giving her a moment to take in the efforts before he began speaking: “I know it’s tacky to do this at work, but at the same time... you know, what could be a better spot than a place we built together?” He smiled warmly at her, feeling remarkably calm considering the circumstances. If anyone was capable of kicking him in the face and running off as he kneeled before her, it was definitely Gail Rubens.
“I was trying to write a whole speech, but we both know that’d be bullshit and clichés. And we’re anything but a cliché. I Iove you, and if I’m going to be on the run for the rest of my life, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have by my side. So,” he paused to produce a small jewellery box from his pocket, “Will you marry me?”
thieves like us | seb&gail
Tonight had been a long time coming, weeks - maybe even months’ worth of contemplation and scrapped plans. Some more interesting than others. But today he’d decided to hell with it all, it was time to actually man up and set it all into motion. It wasn’t like he was unsure about the whole thing, so why wait just for the sake of it? Alright, the fact that Brighton had continuously texted him and called him a pussy all day had also helped his motivation to get on with it. God, Gail needed some new and less obnoxious friends.
Finally Sebastian had just called Gail and asked her to meet him at the restaurant - there was something that required their attention, but it was too much to get into over the phone. It was shortly after closing time, and he’d sent everyone home. It was just him now, standing outside the front door, cigarette in hand, as he waited for her to show up.
henry-archer:
“You’re too kind, Adler.” Henry chuckled. “I always knew Princeton was good for something.” He claimed, happily teasing the man. It was a distraction from the shit show currently occurring in his life.
“So,” he said, loudly clapping his hands together, “What would you like to do on your day in my custody? Should I take you to the zoo?”
henry-archer:
“Would that be so bad?” He teased, smirking. “Well, if no pianos fall on my head, that’s a good indicator, right?”
Sebastian shrugged. “Well, I mean you’re from Dartmouth,” he joked back, playfully shaking his head. “But I guess I can take pity on you and make sure nothing else happens to you. We Princeton kids are charitable like that.”
winonaduval:
She scoffed at his remark, thankful to have her mind on something other than the gaping hole in her side. “Hey, they’ll run back to me any day now. I’m going to be the queen of the underworld,” it wasn’t a lie, that was her goal. Except she didn’t mean the whole God and the Devil underworld, more like the filthy backstreets and brutal fist fighting underworld fueled by drugs and other illegal things she couldn’t actually think of right now. Her mind was wandering away from the little paradise she’d painted and back to the sharp pain in her torso.
“Something is better than nothing,” she shrugged. Or, well, she would have, if it hadn’t intensified her pain. She smiled at the sight of all his goods, thanking the Gods that she knocked on this apartment. “Right, Doc, sure,” she began, adjusting herself so he could see the wound better. “Some sort of knife, I couldn’t really see. Fuckers. I’m usually better at this shit, but new place and all that. It wasn’t very big, otherwise I’d be bleeding out there and not wounded like a little bitch on your sofa.”
He nodded slowly as she spoke. Of course he was curious about the exact circumstances, but he also figured it was better if he didn’t know too much. That always led to trouble, and he didn’t want to put himself at risk. Or Gail. “Yeah, I’ve been there,“ he simply said with a slight smile. He picked up some gauze and pressed it against her wound, relatively gently but with enough pressure to hopefully stop the bleeding for good. "I’m glad you made it here, I haven’t had the chance to stitch anyone up for a while, and I almost enjoy doing it.”
Sebastian held his hand and the gauze in place for as long as he deemed necessary, occasionally glancing at the TV which was still on in the background. Some news report of a missing woman. “Do you want me to turn that off?” He asked, not quite sure what to do to keep his guest’s mind occupied. He figured she wouldn’t mind not hearing him ramble on, but he also didn’t want to just leave her to her discomfort. “We’ll need to clean this up and then get on with the stitching. I should warn you, though, that’s not my greatest talent.”
