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"Shuck, have you seen a watch around here? I seriously need that thing."
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dxntdreamit
''What the hell happened to chivalry? Does it seriously only exist in 80s movies?''
dxntdreamit's presence seems wickedly similar to his own.
{ ☠ ☠ ☠ } -- Chardonnay, wine, sherry-- it was all the same. All beverages had a distinctly fruity taste, depending on what fruit was distilled with the base ingredient. Grape, orange, whatever-- it seemed to taste the same. Alas, it was something relaxing to have after a rather long day, accompanied only by his thoughts; those murderous thoughts. His gaunt fingers, ordained with deep red nail polish, held the glass carefully, tentatively touching those made-up lips. Deeply, he thought about the world, his position, where he was going. These were not unusual thoughts, of course-- they merely permeated his daily existence.
Commonly, he thought of those unalienable rights that men seemed to believe they had. But why not animals? Insects? If they stepped foot on human soil, were they not citizens too? It seemed that if one was not walking on two legs, had two arms, and an almond face (most of the time), that they were inferior. Forget semantics. Forget sympathy-- there was no reason to feel so towards an irrational species.
Ironically, of course, Augustine was a part of it. But he paid it no mind-- those minor insecurities could be saved for later. Something wicked this way came, something that seemed about as flamboyant as he, but not more. It couldn't be more. And what was someone other than himself doing in a dingy restaurant in Chinatown after hours? It seemed rather... odd.
At the bar, Augustine turned to face the person in question, and gave him a coy smile.
"I'm impressed. Ve--ery impressed." He began, holding the glass daintily in his hand. "So bold. I don't see boldness quite like yours around here."
// DROP DEAD FANFIC SUMMED UP 10/10
dxntdreamit
"FRED GET OFF FROM THE FLOOR!"
She smiled; "I was just admiring your corset... Very leathery."
dxntdreamit
Placing his hands on the soft curves of Lana’s hips, he leans forward and presses a lingering kiss to the bare flesh of her back. Wrapping his arms entirely around her waist, he pulls her to him, burying his face in the crook of her neck and breathing her in.
If he were asked to compose a list of that which had drawn him to her most, it would be composed of three things:
her body, her voice, and her scent.
“Why is it you always smell so damn good?"
The way his hands tease her flesh elicits a moan to fall from Lana's plump lips. He knows how to touch her, understands her body and what turns her on. And right now? Oh, she was beyond aroused. And the moan grows a little stronger as she feels those warm lips against her cold flesh, the heat between her thighs increasing towards such a simple touch.
Frankie was unlike any other. He always succeeded in making her feel good.
Towards his words, she allowed a small chuckle to slip from her mouth, tilting her head back so that she could rest her hazel gaze on his form. And she wasn't disappointed. He always managed to make her smile.
❛ I have an intoxicating natural scent, I suppose. And it's all for you. ❜
"You're looking a little pale, you okay there buddy?"
A strange man was nothing new in her periphery. But the general crawly vibes across the nape of her neck were something to spark caution. Or in the very least curiosity. So, Faith decided to make some sort of approach.
