#bacchicmischief

[chaoticmiryo]

[MSG]:So you tell all girls/guys that, I see.

[text] I don’t even know what you are talking about? 

[text] Is this about me telling that girl she is pretty? Because, well she was rather pretty tbh.

[aelath]

bacchicmischief replied to your post:[MSG]:So that's your type, huh?

[ Text to: Aleksei ] Forget I asked.

[MSG; Methe ] Darling, I was just messing around. I am a bit confused as to why you asked me this however. Something wrong? 

[avxralina-archived]

bacchicmischief started following you

"Em, yea. I totally got this under control." No she doesn't. 

[sentimentalscientia]

"Bad day! Bad day! Bad day!" The wolf was so preoccupied with her flight she didn't even realize words were spilling past her lips. Running through the trees lithely, she kept her ears focused on sound of beating wings. Afraid to look back at the beast still soaring over head. Ignoring the trickle of blood on her cheek from the already closing wound. A large bundle of trees appeared and she ducked into them. Hoping the predator would not follow. Still she kept running further and further in. Upper branches began to break and her gaze briefly flickered up.  Distracted, she accidentally slammed into something solid. It took her a moment to process it had been a person. She wanted to apologize but words froze as a powerful shriek echoed a short bit away. Dang that thing was angry.

Without thinking she slammed a hand over the other's mouth and pulled them into the recess of a giant tree. Hoping the bird would simply get bored and leave.

[minusregina]

bacchicmischief:

"You say you’re a designer— correct?" The goddess sat at a high-end bar this particular weekend, dressed in a stylish and modern gown that had attracted the woman who now sat before her. She was dressed equally as tastefully and Methe could tell there was certainly something extremely intricate and interesting about her character to be discovered which lead her to open conversation with the woman. They’d introduced themselves casually— Methe of course lied and said she was merely an elite businesswoman. She was one, but technically it was not all she was so in her eyes technicality or not she’d just lied. 

Gabbana made an actual effort to not be drunk, but her patience had always been thin, and her fingers tapping against the surface of the bar was enough of an indication that she had been about to leave -- not that she had anywhere to go. The appearance of this 'businesswoman' baffled the designer, however; it wasn't her presence, much as it was the fact that Gabbana would have heard of her if she was as elite as she said she was. "I just don't say it -- I am a designer. Among other things." She raised a brow, fingers idly playing along the edge of the flute of champagne. "And forgive me, but I'm highly doubting your status, mademoiselle."

[minusregina]

bacchicmischief:

That session had been a strange one. Methe wasn’t sure how it had begun and why either of them had allowed it to continue. Now still wrapped up in one another with their chest heaving— Methe felt her pull away. The goddess unwrapped her arms from around the female’s thin frame. It seemed these would be one of those awkward endings. Going with that, Methe muttered in a tone of distaste something that had been bothering her.  ”You realize you called me Dolce the entire time, right?” 

She may have been more than a little drunk, which would explain many things that didn't necessarily have to remain as coherent memories. The girl groaned quite loudly, not even sure where she was -- it was obvious that this wasn't the loft and the person beside her wasn't Dolce (that was evident by the softness and the lack of a penis, of course, but that was driven home when she gained enough strength in her limbs to pull away). "...We never speak of this."