#carminecrossroads

[thebleuspider]

"Can't sleep?"

Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.

💙 Finding the silhouette of her dear friend perched outside in the chilly night air as she opened the door leading out, Madilin’s long legs instantly carried her over to Cerise to join her on the table. Her slender hips sliding onto the old wooden surface with a tuck of her long ebony fur coat underneath her, before coming to rest her head against the blondes shoulder with a softly content tired sigh. “Do jou want to share a cigarette wiz me?” She offered softly after a moment of just settling into the warm of her jacket next to the red spy, with a slip of her hand into it’s silk lined depths for her diamond and sapphire encrusted cigarette case. Pulling an extra one out with a small offer to Cerise after she had slipped her own between her full, and surprisingly unpainted, soft lips; having not bothered to paint up her face when she assumed that no one else would be out this late, with the exception of perhaps Charles. 

[knox-the-sniper]

"You're another Bridden, right?" With a plate of fudge in hand she placed it by the working sniper. Ariel, her red hair in a braid, sat down near him. The woman looked like her androgynous self, in her work clothes. Sniper to sniper. "You got a cousin Nate, right?" [@code-archangel]

With the warmth of summer slowly starting to ease in with a taste of spring pushing back the cold winter the sniper hated, Knowlen had begun to take his activities back outside again like a lizard looking to soak up all the sun he could take. His tanned broad bare back turned into the light shinning from the seamless sky above while his hat shaded his eyes while he worked, making it easier for him to focus on small parts of his rifle that he cleaned out piece by piece. Every time his arms would shift to look over what he was doing or use a brush to polish the insides, the muscles across his back would shift and twitch all around the dark ink of the tattoo centered at his spine. It was Ariel’s voice that he heard first before the image of her figure slipped into view as she joined him at the picnic table he sat at, getting a slightly curious glance out of the corner of his golden eyes; not knowing if he should answer yes or no right away, even though the large tribal B at the center of his back most likely could answer that for her. It was the question though about his cousin that really grabbed his attention as he lowered the barrel down really turn his gaze on her, doing his best to assess whether or not he was about to be told something bad or good. “...Yeah. Why? What did he do?”

[valdiviathesourceress]

Rather silent for her the blonde wandered her way over to the redhead, her arms wrapping around the woman's waist only to come up and cop a feel. "Hey cutie. How are the three of you doing?" With her hands cradling and caressing her 'thing's' chest, her lips went to trying to leave a mark on the redhead's neck.

“Oh we’re just doing fine, my left breast just filed for a tax extension.” Val snorted as she brought an arm up to caress Cerise’s cheek, tilting her head slightly to give her more room. “So, what’s got you all handsy? That’s usually my job.” she teased.

[spybleu]

Starter

The light from the kitchen flooded over the dinning area and seeped into dim halls where the rest of the team lay hidden in various rooms doing various activities, mostly keeping themselves preoccupied until it drew closer to dinner or when the smell of food became too much for them to bare any longer. Standing tall against the stove and oven set stood a lithe crisply dressed frame looking well at home among the mixing bowls, pots and pans, all filled with a various number of foods he was preparing. The smell of garlic, lemon, bread and butter wafted through the air in a heavy fragrance that could make any lover weak, no matter the preference. With his white dress shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows and his suit jacket resting over the back of his personally preferred chair, Charles hummed along softly to the up beat big band instrumental music that played from his phone perched on the counter while he was busy, giving him something to fill the other spaces of his mind while the other portion focused on a task he had learned to master years ago in his youth; looking so casual without his mask that one might even not suspect he were a spy at all, at first glance. 

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[diannabridden]

"Sex. Porn. Penis. Vagina. Biology. Chemistry. Math. Poetry. Sex Tapes. Dick. Pussy. Blowjob." How long could the blonde carry on with so-called frightening words before the brunette knocked her unconscious? Cerise was going to find out. "Anal. Spankings. Licking. Cuddling. Coitus. Sperm. Ejaculate. Orgasm."

For the first second of the woman’s random spewing of words the sniper simply started at her perplexed at what she was doing, however as what she was actually saying began to sink in pink began to bloom over the brunettes face as her dark blue eyes grew wide and slowly a “aaaaAAHHHHHHHH” noise began to come from her to drown out everything she was saying. In a second the sniper sprung up from her seat to quickly dash toward her bed where she quickly grabbed a pillow and proceeded to lung at the spy with it. Swinging it wildly to pummel her with the fluffly weapon before simply trying to crawl her way on top of the spy and smother her with it while still making her angry sound like some death siren. 

[blupastelbullets]

carminecrossroads replied to your post: Do you HAVE to make things 'extra gay'? He's...

Aw, damn. You beat me to the glitter.

I will always beat people the the glitter

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“Oh, I ain’t whackin’ you with a damned mug!”  Shadow or not, she was going after the voice.  “You deserve to be clocked until I break my damned hands, and then some!”  Despite her anger she leaped at him for a hug.

“Fuck you, you gay dillweed.  Up and leavin’ a girl.”  Further insults were muffled, her face against his chest.

Sturdy arms wrapped around her waist, lifting the petite spy into the air. A giggle forced itself from him, shaking shoulders and scrunching his face. After a moment, Jesse carefully returned her to the ground before taking a step back to greet Cerise. 

“I can’t believe this!” A false anger laced his words. “I come back just for your birthday--after all, what’s a better birthday gift than me?--and this is how I get treated! Breakin’ the mug, breakin’ my face, what’s next? Breakin’ my heart?” 

[theycallmemrgluskin]

"Not often someone finds a sharply dressed man," even if it was a rather eccentric sense of fashion, "it's nice. Who does your suits?"

Raising a brow, Eddie turned and looked at the woman’s andsmirked. “Well that my dear would be me.” He said admittedly bowing slightlywith a wide grin on his face.