#coveitous

[gunmetalgrey]

For @coveitous continued from here

He hasn’t been sleeping well. And yes, that is usually entirely her fault. Maybe it’s the fact he’s been staying in her home so often (the cat seems to like it when he’s around) or maybe it’s just that for a while now Alex hasn’t had any reason to travel. It has become almost as frequent to see him muttering in his sleep as her lying awake into the small hours. And this time the name is so clear Alex can’t let it lie.

So she asks. And to his credit, he doesn’t seem to shy away from the answer.

She sets her full body weight into him, letting one arm snake backwards to find his cheek, his chin. To feel his pulse gently against her fingertips. She nods, closing her eyes for a moment.

Pregnant?

Alex is careful, watching her breath and body as to not give anything away.

“Go on.”

She wants to know more. She’s desperate to know more. And yet she’s waiting for the silence to fill in an easy way.

[magicaemaxima]

@coveitous for rosie

"You're a witch." Dionysia expressed with delight. Magic had a clear smell, and though this woman's scent was mixed with humanity, clearly a witch of a different type from her own, Dionysia was still enthralled all the same. "Or at least, someone with magic. I'm a witch as well. My name is Dionysia, it's so lovely to meet you."

[unfogged-arc]

from here / @coveitous

Kest turns to face the man he loves. He can hear Brasti outside the door, and Kest just sort of stands in the middle of the small room, not quite meeting Falcio's eye. He can assume that while Brasti was gone for those few minutes that he had a very similar conversation with Falcio that he had with Kest. He's not sure if that makes it any better or worse.

He moves from the middle of the room to the bed closest to him, settling onto the edge of it. "I–" He stops himself, not sure how to start. It feels awkward and it shouldn't, it shouldn't be like this. Fucking Brasti and his way of doing things. Still, he says nothing, doesn't continue what he was going to say, having no idea what to say.

Though muffled, he can hear Brasti say, "I don't hear any talking! Are you guys fucking already?"

And that gets the slightest of smiles from Kest and he finally looks to Falcio across from him. "He really is a bloody idiot, isn't he?"

[zheurgeist]

@coveitous said: “And I thought we were going to be friends.” / Yan!

Self-satisfaction tweaks her expression. She doesn't look up until the cards have been neatly bridged one last time. "Hey, it isn't personal. We could still be friends if you're so eager. What's your wager?"

[inaudiblesounds]

@coveitous sent 💬 and gets the twins:

"What a thing to say - and on our birthday!" They say in unison, with the same expression but with mannerism - Nikolena crosses arms over her chest while Alena rests her hand on her hip.

They could either be faking their vexed expressions or being 100% serious.

It's not their birthday, by the way.

[storyofwhoiam]

@coveitous continued from here

As Allie stirred, the warmth of the morning sunlight against her skin, a contented smile played on her lips. She blinked her eyes open, greeted by the sight of Yan, who had shifted back but still lingered close, propped up on an elbow.

"Hi yourself," she replied, her voice a low murmur. The teasing touch along her hip drew her smile wider. Allie's gaze ran over Yan's face, revelling in the memory of the night before. Shifting a little so that she was on her side, facing the other woman, Allie's fingers brushed a path along Yan's thigh. "How're you doing?"

[moriartymused]

for @coveitous & Cross

An unlikely pair, James and Cross had met on the sticky dance floor of a West End club at the tail end of August. Between them had formed a peculiar acquaintance, and Cross seemed to appear when James was most in need of evening of mindless indulgence. It was an excellent arrangement in his view; shallow friendship without all that pesky daily maintenance. 

Last night, Cross had deviated from their comfortable routine, and James had reluctantly provided a crash pad for the night. Rather tactfully - in his opinion - he had avoided asking too many probing questions about just how Cross had found herself on his doorstep in the early hours, and just what made them think that James was a trustworthy safe haven for the inebriated. He was, of course, and it made no odds to him to have a guest out cold on his sofa. 

James had spent the dark hours navigating a labyrinth of paperwork - he was set to propose research into the modifications of existing quantum field theories and he was just itching to tell someone all about it. Not for the camaraderie of shared ideas, but for the satisfaction of watching the cogs turn painfully slowly as the weight of his statement set in. 

Disappointingly, one look at Cross as they stirred in the early morning light told James that he would be getting no satisfactory response. Heaving a sigh, he swivelled in his chair to face her. "I certainly hope you won't be making a habit of this. You look atrocious; thanks for the invitation by the way." 

[screenviolense]

@coveitous sent: it's not such a terrible thing. some of my best friends are murderers. / yan to kinsey

　　' i... understand you're trying to be comforting, but that really isn't what i want to hear right now. ' especially not when there was still blood splattered all over her. it was in self defense, of course, but the adrenaline from being attacked and almost killed was still leaving her shaky as she backed away from the body.

　　' did he seem... not human to you? '