#;roxy

[secondhandmckie]

@roxannecelxt | starter

“I didn’t think you wore glasses...” Molly picked up the frames, glancing curiously over them before extending them to Roxy. It wouldn’t do if she accidentally broke them, after all--she had enough trouble keeping her own safe. 

[meganmontgomery-rp]

The Mallrats - live on stage @ The Roxy, 1985

[secondhandmckie]

"NO!!" ( which meant all resources utilized, or some very unforgivable mishap )

In Which Molly Meets Her End

“Because I thought we deserved to eat out tonight, that’s why.” 

Molly anticipated the question the moment she swung her leg off of her motorcycle, tucking her helmet under her arm and extending the bag of decidedly unhealthy food toward her girlfriend. Rather than wait for it to be asked and waste the time they could use for eating, she preferred to answer and get it over with. 

It was odd, how nervous a simple trip for takeout could make the woman, but Molly didn’t see the harm in it. She wasn’t a creature meant to be kept under lock and key, and she’d yet to see the impending danger Roxy seemed to sense.

“And because you’ve been stressed out lately, I thought you could use a break from trying to make me eat healthy.” The grin is quick and cheeky, and she pressed a kiss to Roxy’s cheek. It wasn’t as though Molly actually minded the healthier fare on occasion…but there was a time and place for that, wasn’t there? Feeling affectionate, she reached to brush blonde hair behind Roxy’s ears.

She didn’t get the chance, because before her next breath, there’s the small crack of a gunshot, and Molly crumpled to the ground.

[secondhandmckie]

"Happy Birthday." Roxanne kisses her cheek and hands her a ticket; it appears to be an entrance to a pop-up artifact museum across town. "And after, some cake and champagne, perhaps?"

It’s Molly’s Birthday!

“Oh? Oh!” Molly took the ticket, eagerly reading over its details (a few of them a little too finely-printed for her to read without her glasses, but who had time to find those?). “I’ve wanted to go to this! I was just telling my uncle–” Without another word, she took hold of Roxy’s face and planted a gleeful kiss on her lips. 

“Thank you!”

[secondhandmckie]

so are you getting it one with that suited chick? i hear she's bad news.

Anons

“Suited chick–”

“Okay, there’s just…so much wrong with this, I don’t even know where to begin. First of all, her name is Roxy; if you’re going to accuse her of anything, at least have the guts to put her name to it.” Unconsciously, her hands curled into fists at her sides. “Whatever happens between us isn’t your business, and she’s no more bad news than you are. Why don’t you mind your own business?”

[secondhandmckie]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

Send me a “(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)” and my muse will respond with a kiss that resembles their feeling(s) or relationship towards yours.

Hair: Irresistible Longing

Forehead: Blessing/Friendship

Eyelid: Adoration

Ear: Temptation

The Bridge of Nose: Treasuring

Cheek: Dear/Kindness/Satisfaction

Lips: Love

Throat: Desire

Nape: Deep Attachment

Arm: Affection/Adoration