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@wondersthrutheglass | @crossyoursevens

can you imagine Chesh, Trix, and Cedric rocking out to “Crazy Train” tho? 

that just randomly popped into my head

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[text]: hey

[text]: it’s been a while

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#Lei's trunk#Hatta's trunk#one day i will wear thigh highs like glass girl#and be the prettiest in all the land

//Someone has been talking to Trix.  *snickers*

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Worth It | Cat & Blair

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“What, here? You can’t tell me you’ve lived this long to feel like your true place belongs next to an antisocial creep.”

Catriona laughed, glancing over at Blair.  “Yes, here.  You are not a creep.  Antisocial, sure, but like I can talk when it comes to that.”  She smirked, kissing his cheek.  “Living as long as I have means that I know when something really awesome comes along...”  Cat said, waiting for Blair to retort that -- somehow.

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Mood Board: Hat Trix

“And when our love’s the only truth, that’s why I run to you.” ~ Lady Antebellum “I Run to You”

They met in the real world -- two lost souls, spinning out of control in their own ways.  He wanted to escape, to run from his past, and she wanted to play with him more.  What neither expected with the connection that formed between them.  A game of cat and mouse, one might say.  A game, in which, they found the answer they had been seeking in their lives within each other.  Love.

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Final Moments | Hatta & Trix

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“It hurts really bad… I’m not doctor, but… It just might require multiple applications.”

She had escaped a formal dinner to hide out in the attic.  It had been a year or two since she had seen the man.  Leiella had grown a little.  No longer the little girl with her head in the clouds, but now a young teenager.  Her head was still a bit in the clouds -- somethings would never change.

“What did you do to yourself, sweet Cat?”  She asked, heading to grab a small basket of supplies that she had up there for her own scraps and cuts.  “And where have you been?  I was starting to think that you were a proper figment of my imagination.”  She said, smiling as she sat on the couch next to the man.  Her deep red ball gown went down to the floor.  “You must be a mind reader.  I made a grand escape from the stupid formal event that my mother dragged me to.”

After digging out the supplies that she needed, Leiella’s eyes met with Trix’s.  “Now, let me see.”  She said, taking his hand into her lap.

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Art Dinos | Lei & Remy

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Lei was traveling again. She had taken the semester off from teaching.  It was time for her to have a break again, and she had the ability to take the time off now.  Lei was rather enjoying being able to focus on her photography somewhere outside of New York or California, and not to mention, the inspiration that different places brought for her artistically.

The first time that she heard the door to the adjoining room open up, it had scared her, but when the figured on the other side was a precious little boy, Lei could only smile. He had wanted to show her his picture of a dinosaur.  This went on a few times, until she finally invite him to sit on the bed and color with her.  He seemed fascinated by all of her markers and colored pencils that she had spread out. Not to mention that she even had crayons – as an adult.  

Lei wasn’t sure where the child’s parents were, but she would go to check on that soon once she could get the boy settled into another picture.

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“Did you like that?” The Cat asked with a smirk, eyes finding Jethro’s as the light, silver sounding giggle left his throat. Trix could definitely get used to hearing that sound.

Bottle greens held the other’s as more words worked up, head tilting at the questing tone in them. “About?” He wasn’t surprised at Jethro’s question, his hands running up and down the sides of the boy’s thighs. “You seem utterly shocked I’m interested in you,” Trix chuckled with a cant of his head in the other direction. “I told you, you are just… endearing. Alluring in your own way. I’ve never met someone so sweet and eager. Genuinely sweet and eager. Your disposition is…” He shrugged, letting his head rest back against the headboard of the bed. “Attractive to me. It’s unlike my own. And what I’m used to.”

Jethro just chuckled softly, shrugging. “Yeah... Kinda,” he murmured. “It was... a little weird, but... interesting. Very you.” Trix was just a little odd as well anyways, and Jethro was more than okay with that. 

Ocean blues stared into vast emeralds, suddenly lost in the depths, suddenly realizing that they were not emerald--no, it was just a little bit darker than that. Jethro shrugged again. “Not a lot... of people are,” he said softly, eyes glancing down to look at Trix rubbing up and down his thighs, liking the feel of his hands on him. He was slowly beginning to realize how much he liked Trix’s company. “Me? I...” Sweet. Eager. Alluring. These were all such different, intriguing words that Jethro would’ve never associated with himself. “Oh... Okay.” There wasn’t much more he could say to that, but he gave Trix a smile to show him that he liked it; he liked the image he was giving Trix--actually... there was something missing from that image:

A more sultry image.

As sweet and “adorable” as people claimed Jethro to be, he did have a darker side, a lustful side--and it was a side of him that he liked to show to only those he truly trusted and genuinely liked. Leaning forward a bit, Jethro’s hand slid between Trix’s legs, his hand pressed against his inner thigh. “Why’d... you invite me... into you bed?” he asked, nose to nose with the Cat.