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[theconflictedhuntress-archive-d]

 Nikki looks at him, confused for a moment. Mark her? What  did— oh. Oh. She shifts enough to straddle his lap, arms resting on his shoulders. She kisses him once more before answering, smile tugging at her lips. 

“It’s fine, Melle. It’s not going too fast by my standards. I say, if it makes it official…let’s make it official.”

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

Melle nods slowly. Hands traveling up to stroke her cheek. Kissing her once more. His lips travel down her jaw. To her neck. Stopping to pull the collar of her shirt down. Scenting her skin. “It’ll hurt a little.”

His fang grow out. Shifting to that of a wolf man. He licks at the junction where neck meets shoulder. Slowly he sinks his teeth in. Not deep enough to turn her but enough to scar. Claim. He stays there for a moment. Free hand rubbing her arms and sides. Trying to sooth her.

Soon though, he detaches. Licking at the would before nuzzling her neck.

[theconflictedhuntress-archive-d]

A blush she can’t stop sweeps over Nikki’s cheeks at his words, what he was implying wasn’t lost on her. Wordlessly, she rose, going to him to press a kiss to his lips.  She pulls back slightly, the words hovering over her lips.  “That won’t happen again. I won’t leave you.”

She paused for a moment. “I love you. And I’ll stay, as your mate.”

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

Melle can’t stop the smile that crosses his lips. The first genuine smile in weeks. He wraps his arms around her tightly. Holding her as close as possible. He doesn’t want to ruin the mood but...

“I have to mark you.” he swallows thickly. Rubbing her sides gently “I-I mean we are mates. But the mark makes it...official. And I don’t wanna rush anything. Or push anything.” 

[sangstersource]

[ofaraven]

    “You were goin’ to walk right into me?”

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

“Alright. I admit I may not of been payin’ attention.”

[theconflictedhuntress-archive-d]

"You’re too sweet, y’know that?” she asks, tilting  her head slightly with an adoring look in her eyes. And cue the hunter’s cheeks turning a bright  shade of red at his words, her heart can’t help but to feel light as a feather.

 She glances down at her meal before flashing him a warm smile. “Y’know…the feeling’s mutual,” she replies sincerely. Is it so strange that he’s the only one who seems to ease her worries with a word and that charming smile of his. Perhaps, he’s the one who can mend her after all this hell.

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

Melle continues to smile at her. Her words make his heart thump. "You know...the moment I met you I knew something was different. It wasn't until we were working together that I realized." he figits. Spinning his fork around before eventually setting it down.

"And when you left, my chest ached. Just being away from each other for so long."

[travelingmedium-blog]

((Hey guys! Sorry for the inactivity all of a sudden. I hung out with a friend on their birthday week. We did a lot of walking. And went a lot of places. I got flirted with and then pierced my lip. My legs are so sore from so much walking. But it was fun. Had a good time.))

[lollystylinson]

[roleplaymmemes]

The 32nd icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to finding out their entire life has been a lie

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

[gemellimorti-deactivated2019100]

Reblog if you're willing to roleplay the following subjects:

Blood Cannibalism Domestic Violence Gore  Incest Mental Issues Murder Rape Suicide Torture Violence in General War

[organicslut]

Thomas and Dexter…and Dylan in background.

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

((ok but can we talk about how thomas is fuckin 15/16 here))

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

((like for a thing))

[icaught-fire-deactivated2020091]

my left hand man | 2011

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

[ooc] Tagged by: theconflictedhuntress Rules: Spell your name in songs and tag five people. Words like ‘a’ and ‘the’ don’t count. Bad Blood - Bastille Up! - The Black and White Years Gold on the Ceiling - The Black Keys

tagging: whoever wants to do it

[ofaraven]

hellfxry || xhauntedmxxre || womanxfiierce || snowrunnerwolf  

[ofaraven]

     ”Y’know.  .  .           you should really watch where you’re going.”

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

"Should I now? Because I'm very sure I knew exactly where I was going."

[gunsnguinness]

He lets out a false laugh. “I know y’did, but y’think I believe that?” he questions. “What kind o’ wolf are ye that can’t track down a scent?” 

He tugs a little harder on the chain, his frustration getting the better of him, before finally he’s pulled the werewolf to the area he’d been studying before happening upon the creature on the end of the chain. He’d rummaged around in some of the shrubbery before and had found several dark patches of earth, as well as several leaves that were dusted with dark red speckles. He looks at his captive and points at the ground. “This is blood. I want you t’tell me who’s blood it is - whether it’s that creature’s blood or somethin’ else - and I want ye t’take me to it.”

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

Melle rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath. Giving a hum before giving a huff "It's the victims blood. I told you I can't pick up a scent because there is no scent you bloody prat."

"Who ever it is can hide their scent. Which means we're dealin' with somethin' of the magic variety. Or somethin' like it. Your best shot is getting a witch to help you." he gives a few chuckles at that. Getting a witch to help is like going in water and trying not to get wet.

"So unless you know some magic to uncover at least some of it, we're at a standstill."

[acerbique]

+4

[acerbique]

"Well why are you here… this is my office not the damn clinic, which means you had to come up three floors and walk directly here, open the door and confront me with your overwhelming healthiness" 

House shook his head and turned his attention back to his laptop screen. Un-pausing the video that he had been watching before the rude interruption. 

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

"Because people tend to overreact. Sees a guy bleedin' from his head and think he needs to see a doctor. But I'm obviously fine." he leans back in his seat.

"How are you even a doctor."