#caughtbetweennarratives

[hxllblazer-a2]

@caught-between-narratives || for  a  threatening  starter . (something something a scouser and a not-coyote walk onto a city block)

It’s a dog.

No, scratch that. It’s not a dog.

It’s not attacking or snarling outright so John was going to go ahead and count that as a net positive in his book. But then what in the actual fuck was trying to get his attention now? And why did it have to be literally standing in his way like all the other bits that want his attention do?

Or sitting, by the looks of it. Even weird not-dogs apparently exceeded only so much effort when it came to standing around.

“Oi…” There’s hardly room to hesitate, hand already in his pocket for the chalk pack. “Dunno what the fuck y’ are and don’t play the coy game with me. Givin’ you t’ three to tell me what the fuck it is you want ‘fore I send you back to where y’ came from.”

[whenweopenwerered]

[ TRAIL ] :     sender presses a trail of kisses from receiver’s chin down to their waist. (thespian @ lizzie)

@worthless-weight-in-gold // @caught-between-narratives

“You’re spoiling me, yanno that.” Lizzie looks down at Thespian through half-lidded eyes and she bats her lashes, flinging a dazed smile over. They’ve been at this kissing and teasing thing for a good few minutes now, and it’s a nice change of pace for her.

Every other time she’s hooked up with someone it happens fast, almost in a transaction—like everything else in her life. Mischa is the only other person who has made her feel valued when it comes to intimacy, and now she can add another person to that list, all in the name of convincing her she’s worth it. And she’s not even sure that this session with Thespian will end in going all the way, but this already feels like a whole new world. A new threshold of pleasure that she’s discovering and doesn’t ever want to get away from.

Because Lizzie, who feels like she’s spent her life taking care of herself and hustling to do so, even for the littlest things, finally feels like someone else is looking after her. And that it’s a permanent feeling. And not just someone else, but Thespian, a second someone she’s falling for. If she hasn’t already plunged deep.

[whenweopenwerered]

[ STRADDLE ] :     sender straddles receiver. (kyogokuin @ josie)

@worthless-weight-in-gold // @caught-between-narratives

Josie looks up from the book he’s pretending to be busy with. Part of his new “I’m a devilworker now and we do cool things, like pretend to be intelligent” shtick. He has possibly the most pretentious book in his hands, The Unbearable Lightness of Being—and ironically, he feels a welcome weight on his lower half.

The cover concealing his mouth, he gives Kyo a raised brow and waits for a dramatic moment before finally asking, “And what exactly do you think you’re doing?” There’s an-almost scolding note to his words, and he leaves it at that, knowing there’s plenty more ground to cover now that the other has made it quite clear what he wants from him.

Still, it’s nice every now and then to make Kyo admit these things.