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🌺 [Ziya to Trent]
Send 🌺 to hear what my muse likes about yours - Accepting
“About Ziya, huh? Well, he’s hilarious. I like how overwhelmed he is by everything regarding human emotions. It’s amusing to watch, and endearing too. I might give him too much shit, but can you blame me? He’s just too cute when the world confuses him.”
♒ "You were, hmm? Was it going here?" [ziya to trent]
Tease my muse! (Nsfwish edition) - Accepting
“You’re such a tease, man”, he simply whined, leaning back a little bit as he sighed deeply, product of the shameless caress. Trent had a problem, though, and it was a really responsive body. The moment Ziya put his hands on him, he was already craving more... Not that he would accept that out loud. He had a little bit of pride still. “I dunno. You tell me where it’s going...”
Continued from here
A smokey fluid pours from the bottle, regardless of the orientation it’s in. The fluid pools on the ground, but doesn’t make it wet nor run off, and after an eyeblink swirls into an androgynous figure with dusky skin, black hair, black eyes, and a wicked smile. It’s difficult to tell what the figure is wearing, exactly, other than black, since it seems to flow and move around them.
“You have freed me, Master. In token of this, I offer you three wishes.” It sounds bored.
Was that really happening? Of all the possible scenarios he considered when finding that strange bottle at his door, that one really came as a surprise. The smokey fluid soon took the form of... someone, and Trent’s big blue eyes showed a spark of excitement close to a five year old getting a new toy. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
His smile grew bigger as soon as that creature rushed to offer some wishes, and if it wasn’t because he was too used to weird things, he’d pinch himself to make sure it wasn’t a dream. “Why don’t you let me grant you a wish and invite you inside. We can discuss the terms and conditions while we share a bowl of cereal. I mean, you did interrupt my breakfast-”
@visitingkitten
You find a strange, clay bottle on your doorstep. The stopper is surmounted with what appears to be some kind of large, translucent gemstone, and the clay is inscribed with what seems to be Arabic, but it cannot be translated. An inscription on the gemstone reads, 'open me.' The stopper comes out quite easily. What do you do? (any or all of your muses may answer)
That’s the thing about Trent: he loved surprises. The unknown and unexpected called to him like the light to a moth. He didn’t think it through before taking the clay bottle in his hands to examine it with a smile, soft fingers running through its lenght like he was reading braille. “Where’d you come from?”, he asked aloud, like the foreign object could actually answer.
That’s when he noticed the inscription.
Without a second thought he knew he had to give the bottle a change and, after rubbing it three times, he took off the stopper in one swift pull. “Please be a genie, please be a genie-”
Legal Services // Trent and C.J.
C.J. was not happy,no he was pissed and only getting more so by the second “It’s not my fault the dumb ass refused to take the money we offered. It was a stupid ass gnome. Is she really taking me to court over a gnome?” he asked his father and the man pushed his son inside the office “A gnome and her guest house” he retorted “now shut up and listen”. Taking a seat he looked at the guy across the desk “They get lawyers right out of high school now?” he said.
[ idfctrent ]
Beau sighed and curled deeper into Trent’s arms, nuzzling his nose against the other boy’s chest. He had his hearing aids in now for ease which only enabled him to hold on tighter. “I’ve missed this, you know? Just being near someone and feeling close to them,” Beau mumbled, fingers tightening into the material of Trent’s shirt, the material tickling his fingertips. It’d been a long time ago when they’d both decided they were comfortable enough in their friendship and masculinity to spend time cuddling as friends and neither had looked back. It was just a comfort now; even the smell of Trent’s cologne made Beau feel less like he was alone.
