#cupsraised

[sanctusinhope]

@cupsraised wants to meet a piece of Grace

Gray lifeless eyes look up at Lani as the woman finds herself in a strange landscape. It looked familiar, yet so unfamiliar all at once. In all truth since Lani got here, this one out of all the strange looking people had been watching from afar. Some of those even looked to be identical to one another. But there was something all these people shared in common, those gray eyes that didn't refract any light yet are able to see with them.

And it's only now that she's decided to approach.

"Woah! I don't think I've seen someone like you around!" The girl wearing a pinafore dress spoke. "Are you dead? Or of the Living?" She asks while curiously going around in circles of Lani, as if inspecting her.

Including extending her own hand out to touch a part of Lani's clothing. The girl's hand somewhat phased through the fabric though it did very slightly move from the momentum of her hand. Well that answers her own questions.

"Why are you here Miss?"

[evilnamed]

all work and no play, it sounds … not healthy.

"tell me about it," head remains tilted down, gaze focused on what to put in her dufflebag. weather forecast had announced a relatively sunny week - perfect timing for a vacation and doing nothing all day sipping margaritas by a pool. alas, there's other plans for nadia at the moment. "my new boss's kind of married to the job," a shrug of shoulder, hands grabbing a handful of shirts from the closet to uncerimoniusly throw in the bag.

"if i'm not back by next week, sound the alarm," she's just joking, but then again with the way things are going, nadia doesn't want to give @cupsraised any false hope about her return back home. "please don't watch the new episode without me?" finally head lifts, sad pout and pleading eyes in song-yi's direction. "i can deal with zombies, but no spoilers for this girl."

[ofvoidx]

q. [13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy. @cupsraised from this prompt , always accepting .

this is something that happens often too. it's either claire's bed or lani's bed, but they always end up in one or the other together just so they could be together. the tv playing in the background as they either chat about something entirely random . . . or just lay on each other until one of them inevitably falls asleep first. AND SOMEBODY USUALLY DOES FALL ASLEEP BY THIS POINT . this day is just one of those days that are a little different. claire is surprisingly so distracted by lani's lips that she, herself, barely even notices that she reaches over to the other side of the bed and wraps her along lani's jawline. NOBODY'S SPEAKING .

. . . and that is probably the only reason either of them realized somebody was about to act on all that tension that's been there.

IT'S CLAIRE THAT MOVES FORWARD . she's the one that closes that small gap between them on the comfortable bed. claire legitimately just presses her lips against lani's, lingers slightly, but doesn't really deepen the kiss. PULLS BACK AFTER A COUPLE SECONDS . she's giving lani that leeway to decide whether or not the kiss can deepen, of course.

[ofvoidx]

━ plotted starter with @cupsraised .

" i don't personally think anyone's case board and tracker ever looks nearly as neat as mine. why do i buy yarn, hm? " that was a rhetorical question, both claire and lani know it's because she uses it for any investigations. NOT TO KNIT . she's also saying this rather casually like she isn't just randomly here, on lani's case with no other indication she was coming. and you know━ she wouldn't be walking around this whole entire place of her own accord if she didn't have a petite sized dso agent with her. she can throw her own name around but it actually doesn't hold as much weight as sherry birkin's name within goverment sectors, projects, or investigation sites.

it's also quite rare one of claire's own missions even ends early without struggle or consequences, but maybe there's a god out there that decided now's a good time to actually spend energy with claire's girlfriend . . . and their practical daughter.

[emer4ldstar]

[ 1 NEW NOTIFICATION! ]

@cupsraised 's Bailey sends -> [text ] can you bring snacks on your way here?

[ TXT -> Bails ] Gotcha!

[ TXT -> Bails ] What snacks do you want me to get? ....or am I getting the usual? 👀

[ TXT -> Bails ] But like, don't be mad at me for taking ages, you KNOW I love a good snack, okay??

[fableswcrn]

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"Mmm..." Cael uttered out softly as he pulled the mug of hot chocolate away from his lips. He was at his regular café and just enjoying the sunshine that they hadn't gotten in a while. The past week or so had been nothing but rain. There was nothing wrong with the rain of course, he was from Scotland after all were it did nothing but rain and some of the pictures he captured in the rain were superb, but sometimes you just gotta a love a bit of heat on the skin.

Eyes glancing out the windows, he heard footsteps approaching and then stopping nearby. He turned his head to see someone standing at his table who wasn't one of the waitresses. Though, he recognized them. He hadn't spoke with them just knew who they were. "It's Bailey right? You work at the BSAA." He drank some more. "Can I help you with something?"

[ashcr0ft]

@cupsraised from Lani asked “ late  1800s  and  early  to  mid  1900s.  peak  ghost  time.  90%  of  ghosts  are  from  that  era. ”

"I think one of my all-time favorite real-life ghost stories was a ghost from the 1800's. She was a maid who supposedly died in the house, and over the years, someone renovated it. Well, her normal path from one room to another had become a solid wall. But she didn't know that, according to ghost hunters, ghosts see how things were for them. So that wall wasn't there; it was a doorway. The owners had made it their main room; they never verified the time, but each night, probably around three a.m., the witching hour. This maid would walk through a doorway into a solid wall, disappearing."

Grace smiled as Lani stared at her, her eyes slightly wider than when she had started the random bit of ghostly lore. Moving onto the next room, she stared up at a portrait of an old man in a wheelchair. "Sometimes I wonder who haunts the abandoned buildings. Like would this..." Clearing the dust from the plaque underneath the portrait. "Oswell E. Spencer haunting here? Or is he stuck in his world where everything is normal, and we are haunting him? He hears footsteps as we walk around searching the area."

[viralcure]

This felt far beyond the realm of just   wicked.   And yet here she was, forced to play along -   or at least, play along up to the point Rebecca could figure a way out. Until then, though, she's resorted to seething and silently conspiring her own plans.

       ❝ What do you even get out of all of this? ❞   She sounds more exasperated than she means to. Light eyes lift to Nathalie's, her glare just barely masking the silent plea underneath them.   ❝ This can't be something you actually want to see happen to humanity. That's just...   just -   ... ❞

⸻ °｡ @cupsraised: ❝ kind? how boring that would be. i aspire to be wicked. ❞