#aheartunclaimed

[wintermae]

Sometimes I call you an asshole in my head. It sounds angry, like I'm ready to hurl some sort of accusation at you. Sometimes I do, actually.

You asshole. You made me fall in love with you. Everything I'd worked so damn hard to have that kept people out of the places that hurt the most since losing him. Since leaving him. You decimated them. Fuck. Fuck I hate that.

Except I don't. I don't hate it. You're not an asshole. Smart ass, yes. Obviously. But not asshole. And I say 'made'. Well that's an exaggeration too, isn't it. You didn't make me do anything.

Yet I didn't really ever have a choice in it. Just like you.

I've said it and I know you've heard me. But you haven't really called me out on it yet either.

Why? I almost ask some days. But then I wonder if I'm ready for whatever answer you'll give me.

I am yours though. Have been for a while.

I'm yours. And Isaac's. You're Mine. And Deidre's. Time is funny that way.

I really do love you. You stubborn wolf.

[wintermae]

Enjoy him, love him, you already do; you just haven’t let yourself be okay with it yet.

Lilly

[thefairersalvatore]

[Text: Damia] Y'know. I quite like the taste of you after coffee. With nothin' on.

Sext my character. By accident or on purpose.

{Text: Dyson} I'm told I make an amazing naked breakfast 

{Text: Dyson} So that can be arranged 

[pointyearedprogrammer-archive]

An Agreement // Closed RP

It had been many months since Ven had first helped Dyson with the problem fae and she'd become a regular around the precinct.  It was strange for a hacker like herself to be in a place like this and not be under arrest.  But she had gotten used to it.   Today was just like any other day, she brought the man coffee like she always did.  But he wasn't at his desk when she got there, instead there was a small wrapped bundle with her name on it.  She looked at it curiously, picking it up and inspecting it.  She didn't want to unwrap it just yet.  She did wonder what it could be, her birthday wasn't until October.

[wintermae]

Þ✍♓

Þ for a frantic text message from my muse

[Text: Dyson] Okay before you get home I need you to remember that you like me at least a little and believe me when I say that it was only a tiny fire.

✍ for a diary entry about your muse

He talks in his sleep sometimes. Mostly things that I can’t quite make out. But other times he says my name as clears as if he’s awake. Deidre’s as well. Part of me feels like I need to just come clean about exactly who I am. Not that he hasn’t already figured it out. He has to have—I’ve caught him looking at me with this expression on his face. Like he doesn’t know how to take my existence.

And then—And then he smiles.

He smiles and calls me something I can never pronounce properly in Gaelic and all want to talk to him about it just goes out the window.

Damn it.

[thelostshifter]

Guess which lil' wolf pup is back!