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Healing Hands(a Wiccan Healer AU)--closed
Rosalie plodded down the street, limping as she went. The limp was from a mild congenital hip dysplasia. It ached all the time and throbbed when it rained, and her muscles were in a constant state of tension and cramping. On bad days, the pain was well-nigh intolerable. Today, it was bearable, but only just.
She scanned the boxy storefronts with furtive interest. She couldn’t believe she was looking for an alternative healer, of all things; she was a doctor for Christ’s sake, but after a night spent weeping from the pain, she’d swallowed her pride and made the appointment.
“McCoy, McCoy,” she muttered. What did an alternative healer’s practice look like anyway?
Maybe that was it. The elderly woman shuffling out of the building, stooped but resolute, looked suitably downtrodden. She hobbled toward the door.
Wren sighed as she curled up on the biobed in the private room. She had another migraine and it was nice to be able to get medication from Dr McCoy and some kisses too. For this Daled, what made her heal faster is physical affection, kisses and sex. Wren smiled when she heard the door slide open and she turned to look to see Leonard there. "Hey." She murmured softly. @boy-toy-mccoy
An unwanted package || Closed with boy-toy-mccoy
Isiah had started to tidy up his quarters while he waited for Len to get off shift, having a rare day that he didn't work, but they'd planned to have dinner together. He was nearly done when he happened upon the package his sister had sent, having shoved it under his small little loveseat. He ended up sitting on the couch, staring at the innocent seeming box, wondering if he should even bother opening it, forgetting what time it was as he sat there. ( @boy-toy-mccoy)
This I Promise You
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Isiah hesitated at that, trying to think if there was.
“To be honest, I don’t know what it is I might have missed that normal people do on dates and while in a relationship and such. I...to be honest, this is the first relationship I’ve been in since. Mainly because I’ve been to focused on school and such.” they admitted with a blush.
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“You went to the gym, this happens. Take an Advil.”
“Alright, but if I actually broke anything, it’s on you for not checking me out.” She paused. “That was a poor choice of words.”
Roomates (Closed)
“C’mon Bones, this’ll be fun. Staying up late and talking about girls, it’ll be just like high school, except less hormones, and more alcohol.” Jim said as he walked into their new room, throwing his bad on his side of the room. Jim paused and bit his lip “Okay maybe not less hormones” he muttered.