[TXT: Remmi >:}] Do you have any plans tonight, or will you allow me to impose upon you?
[TXT: Remmi >:}] I've got this terrible bloody urge to go out dancing.
[TXT: Remmi >:}] I promise to pay for everything if you go with me?
[TXT: Remmi >:}] Please?
@draigfaequeen
[TXT: Queenie] I'm outside yer place, the black mercedes with the red rims - you didn't say dress code by the way
Remmick was waiting at the curb parked, shades on in a black color similar to his leather jacket and dark pants. His shirt was maroon red with his father's golden chain visible as well as the wedding ring he had left to remember his wife. The passenger door was unlocked, though remmick stepped out moving to open the door so he could assist her inside once she came out
how is the infamous billy butcher gonna spend 4/20? any special marijuana-related plans or nah?
❝ By gettin' higher than jesus at mass an' gettin' fucked stupid, y' bet. Saved up quite th' stash inna caddy's sneak spots. Migh' call up 'ughie an' Frenchie t' have a proper sesh. Hit th' blunts with Xar. Shotgunnin' w' Maeve. Definitely Sen, too. Ellyn's also on th' list. Annie an' Violet an' Aaron? I'd 'ave t' ask. ❞
send me “ why aren’t you scared of me? “ for my muse’s reaction. (For Veridian, please and thank you. Maybe he's curious about Ellyn sitting on the edge of her private pier in Swansea Wales?)
Veridian had surfaced some distance away before venturing in closer. His eyes sight wasn't quite as good out of water as it was within it, but he thought he'd just glimpsed someone very, very beautiful. He'd always been attracted to beauty, whether it be in the sea life, the various shiny things he found on beaches or on the ocean floor, or in other individuals. So of course he became curious and dived again, swimming closer to what looked to him to be a female of some kind.
He peered up at her for a short while before surfacing, shaking his head to throw back his wet hair from his face. Oh... She was much more beautiful up close. Veridian smiled at her and tried to say "hello" in a few different languages he'd learned, not knowing which one she spoke. Language wasn't his strong suit, since he'd lived much of his life by himself, but he loved to learn, and the few friends he'd made over the years had taught him a few things, even if those friendships were always temporary.
When the woman asked why he was not afraid of her, Veridian blinked. Should he be? Did she have some kind of reputation for being frightening? She didn't look frightening to him... "No reason to be," he said rather honestly in his usual gentle voice, but admittedly, he didn't know her. Veridian was rather purehearted, and that was not always a good thing for him. He was often naive despite his years, and far too trusting given all the times he'd been capture and/or hurt by others in the past.
Veridian's social skills were also a little bit rough around the edges, too, and he forgot to introduce himself properly before he began wondering about what she was doing there. "Do you live here?" he asked, looking around at the scenery a bit.
The evening's dress code had not been forgotten, but MJ Calloway was far from appropriately dressed. Jeans, sneakers, and a leather jacket weren't going to cut it. And to think he had damn near missed it.
Days had been spent in search of a fairy ring. Always one to find in Edenton, but that was four states behind him. He needed the weather in his favor, his nose to cooperate, and a bit of fucking luck.
This couldn't keep happening. Not when he'd made promises for specific events on specific days for this specific someone. How the fuck did that happen? A Calloway never scheduled shit.
But he was here now. This place where illusions were made real. He could walk and conjure; he just needed some inspiration. All that came to mind was Phantom of the Opera. His little sister's favorite anything. An evening cloak was a must. With... blood orange interior. Silk, of course, and rose gold accessories, because of course.
He needed a gift for his tardiness. The question of what to get a woman who had everything had been cast aside the moment he realized his presence was enough. For some fucking reason, his presence was enough. Still, he would not greet her empty-handed. The final stretch of mile to the castle was spent carefully crafting his surprise, and adding a pocket to his new suit in which to hide it. @draigfaequeen
Send “body heat” for your muse to snuggle up to mine for warmth. (For Tryn <3)
Tryndamere jumped softly as he wrapped his large fluffy arms around his love one, his thick mane perfect to isolate her from the harsh climate "A... Is finally that season... I wonder if it will snow soon" his lower voice rumbled through her while they share the intimate embrace.
"Now wjat happens?" Her voice was soft as she turned to rest her cheek against his chest abd snuggled against his side. Ellyn was worried about how they were going to proceed with tgeir relationship now that they'd just reconnected.
He felt the weight of her cheek against his chest, warm and steady, like the kind of anchor he’d been searching for in all the dust and chaos. “Now?” he murmured, voice low and steady, sliding an arm around her so she couldn’t pull away even if she wanted to.
“Now, we figure it out. One step at a time.” His fingers traced slow, careful patterns along her side, as if promising her that whatever came next, she wouldn’t have to face it alone. “No maps. No plans. Just... us.” And for the first time in a long time, that felt like enough.
"I'm sore damn near bloody everywhere..." Cue a pouting, pregnant Fae Queen.
Maverick leaned against the doorframe, shirtless and unrepentant, arms crossed as he took in the sight of his very pregnant queen with no small amount of amusement.
A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips as he approached, brushing a hand over the swell of her belly before leaning down to murmur near her ear, “well, Your Majesty, if memory serves...
