#disenvow

[aevyternal]

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[bookmans-lavi]

Cook —

Drabble Memes

Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together.

@disenvow

                            SOME  days are better than the others.  Perhaps it’s the smell or how  RAGGEDY  his clothes  DON’T  look that elicits that sympathetic feeling from the humans he’s meant to watch,  yet reduced to have to rely on their  KINDNESS  when he’s seen that many are not  CAPABLE  of it no matter how ❛  kindly  ❜  they act.  He knows the days to best get what he  N E E D S   ———  so long as it’s before the work hours of the day when people aren’t too  TIRED  to head home to warm shelter and family and food is he able to get a meal.  How Bookman manages to be fine is beyond him,  perhaps it has to do with his small stature and the fact elders don’t often  EAT  MUCH  to begin with.

                            Should he be  SURPRISED  at this point when someone’s in the same boat ends up being the deciding factor that makes his ideas of humanity come crashing out of their reserved boxes?  The human race has proven time and again that there’s no dainty and organized labeling and boxing that it belongs to as a small band of travelers decides to bring the redhead into their group for the night to share a  WARM  fire on a cold night where the smell around them is  LESS  than savory when brought to their work camp of their temporary job.

        ❝  So you jus’ put a whole bunch o’foods in the tin foil an’ cook it for a while an’ you got the❛ hobo’s borrito ❜ huh?  ❞

                            There’s a  LOUD  domino effect of  LAUGHING  when it finally clicks inside the redhead’s mind from the three elder men,  causing him to  FLINCH  in embarrassment as a darkened forest - green eye turns to the small child Eeze for comfort,  instead getting a gently  AMUSED  meek gaze as he’s perhaps  RELIEVED  he’s not the butt of the ❛  adult’s  ❜  jokes.  The laughter earns them curious stares from other fellow workers to the vagabonds,  causing the Junior Bookman to cover his face with a hand and shrink his head between his shoulders and into the earthy - smelling thick jacket he managed to nab from a Lost And Found a week ago as the smell of chopped potatoes and some vegetables with a slice of beef starts wafting into his nose combined with dead leaves from the ground on the  CHILLY  autumn day.  Before he knows it he’s almost falling off the log temporarily posed as his chair when the curly raven - haired male with the stray whiskers and  L A R G E  glasses claps him on the back.

                     ❛  You’re getting it now!  ❜

                            Is it  STRANGE  that the rock in his gut is representative more of  CONTENT  PRIDE  than embarrassment now?  There’s nothing he  WANTS  to dwell on as a  HOT  tin foil is placed on his lap —————  he’s given no  BREAK  when  DROOL  drops out of his mouth when he tries saying ❛  thank you.  ❜

[bloominghands]

  @disenvow [from here]  

   She’d meet the stunning stranger’s eyes after lowering her glass of champagne from her lips, a brow arching for a moment as her knowing smirk turned into a low chuckle. “Is that so? I find myself intrigued as to what’s so interesting about me. Have I done something in particular to catch your eye, Sir?”

[aevyternal]

@disenvow

    A  query  on  her  lips,  yet  shown  only  in  GAZE  first  as  hand  extends  upwards  towards face,  PAUSING  a  few  centimeters  away  in  mild  hesitation  before  instead  sweeping  aside  dark  strands.        ❝  Forgive  the  odd  comment,  but  I  believe  you’d  look  rather  dashing  in  glasses.  Not  that  you  are  in  need  of  any,  of  course.  ❞

[aevyternal]

@disenvow replied to your post: AU where Eb’s happy.

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Now that’s a look I don’t trust 8l

[aevyternal]

    Gently PLUCKS AWAY the cigarette that hangs from his lips, replacing it instead with CHASTE KISS, SMILING as she draws back.        ❝  Welcome home, Käraste------  How was your trip ?  ❞

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[oathclad]

disenvow

takes off  The Hat  … and offers it out for her to try on.  ❛    ???   —   ❜

Kelly plucks the hat from his hands with a quiet, contemplative hum, running her thumbs along the rim and flipping it around in her hands experimentally. Then, as if satisfied with her observations, she sniffs and plops it on top of her head -- which just so happens to be covered in her customary helmet.

“ How do I look? Does it work for me? ”

[oathclad]

looks up and down. ❛ is that, uh . . . what you`re going to wear to the party? ❜

Kelly wastes no time before answering. “ Absolutely. ” Honestly, she saw nothing wrong with what she was wearing. For a formal event, well -- this was dressing up for her. The armour shines dully in the light -- noticeably clean, if dented and marred by time and various battles.

“ I cleaned off the blood and dirt. ” The swift addendum to her previous statement is like justification, one that she suddenly deems necessary but seems to satisfy her well enough all the same as she straightens her back and folds her arms over her chest; it could be interpreted as a testy gesture, if it had come from anyone else. But from her, it more akin to a shrug. Not that it would comfort Tyki, she’s sure, but she can’t bring herself to care, either. The dresses and billowing skirts simply weren’t for her. They were a hindrance, just something that would get in the way, prevent her from moving the way she wanted, and easily reduced her resistance to any physical attack by 60%. The likelihood of anyone actually being able to land a hit on her was minimal at best, but it’s the sentiment that matters.

Right?