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Belle was walking the woods when she tripped over a branch and badly injured her leg. "Hello!? Is anyone there!?" She called for help.

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@combeferre-the-mothman
Belle was walking the woods when she tripped over a branch and badly injured her leg. "Hello!? Is anyone there!?" She called for help.
@combeferre-the-mothman
A nice coffeeshop
Its was a late night, usualy the little golden golum would curl up to a ball and sleep. She often sleeps from the moment the sun sets till the moment the day breaks.
Thats also the waking and sleep hours of most of the day folk. But tonight she feels the spirit of adventure. This time she is able to use her house, the house teleported into a crowded place,
the house transformed into a clock so no one will notice her house, it had the form of the vintage items. She smelled coffee,
( she had to learn that the humans might be scarred of things that they don’t know, her future selfs till her old ones are going to be more humanoid)
But she noticed only vampires and no human, well at least she can fly around without scarying anyone
She was about to ask where she was and if she could buy a hot chocolate milk.
♕
Send me ♕ to bump into my muse at a masquerade ball
Quite litterally he bumped in to someone. As he turned away from his wife, allowing David Nolan to take her for the next dance so he could get a spot of fresh air on the balcony, Rumple found his body thudding in to that of another. Looking apologetic - my, how time changed his reactions to such things - he lifted his hands out to try to steady the other man.
“My mistake, I apologise...” A pause as he peered through his mask, he chuckled briefly. “Your mask is quite striking.”
“MAMA!” Their little girl shrieked happily as she ran over and hugged Rosetta’s legs, “Missed you!” Ferre jogged after her and picked her up, “We both missed Mama! But she was only gone for a little bit.”
Rosetta had just come home from a week’s trip to America to visit some friends. Feeling her daughter’s hug on her legs and hearing her voice, she grinned and turned to see her husband running to them. “Aw ma famille! I missed you both so much!” She hugged them both with a bright smile
@combeferre-the-mothman said --> ❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞
Feuilly couldn’t keep the soft smile off his face. They’d had their disagreements but in the end, they had more in common that Feuilly ever thought possible and now- He wondered how he’d gotten so lucky. Those were thoughts for later, instead he gently pulled Combeferre into his space.
“That’s okay, we can’t expect you to actually know everything.” Gently he cupped Combeferre’s cheek, as if he were a scared animal likely to startle and leave. “Besides, I’m sure there’s someone who would be more than happy to teach you.” please let it be me Feuilly thought. He’d been forward enough, and he hoped he’d not misread what Combeferre had said, hoped he had not interpreted everything wrong.
“I told you not to get near the hooks, didn’t I? Now look what happened to you.”
Grantaire whined, trying to stifle muttered curses before they formed in his throat. Every part of him wanted to yank the hooks out from where they had embedded themselves in his cheek and tail, but he knew that would do more harm than good.
“Please– stop chastising and just help!’
“[petting Hades’ dog] What? His name is Spot.”
Jehan blinked a few times, shaking his head to try to clear what he was sure was a hallucination. “Where...where did you even find that thing?”
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A wry snicker escaped him at the other end’s situation, despite the small amount of sympathy that struck him deep, deep down.
[text] You definitely have the wrong number then. I don’t do random hookups.