#elmshore

[narrativefoiltrope]

detective cordelia watson

“Gently, she pulls out the telescope and begins setting it up. She places it on the grass, right at the edge of the blanket, and adjusts the angle of the lens. The way she handles it, it might as well be made out of gold, and from the precision of her hands, it’s clear she’s done this plenty of times before.”

for @elmshore 

[amlovelies]

17. a teasing / sensual kiss for Serena! (or any pairing you might prefer!) :3

random kiss prompts

okay I know you sent this to me months ago, and I’m sorry it took me so long. Writing has been rough in 2021, but hopefully I’ll get it together soon!

This is the first thing I’ve been able to write in weeks, and it’s a bit jumbled and I’m not even sure if it makes sense, but I’m posting it anyway because progress!

This would take place after chapter 5 of Just another liability

Tempered

pairing: Mason/f!oc (Serena Willis)

warnings: lightly nsft and vague mention of past abuse and cursing

words: 1.5k

              I always liked sitting by water. Even when I was young, I’d often wander out to the nearest creek or stream and just let the melody of the water sooth me.  It had been one of the hardest adjustments when I’d moved away. I couldn’t find the solitude I was used to. There were always barking dogs and screaming children. I couldn’t hear the music of the water.

               I’d missed it. A fucking lot. There were recordings and shit I could listen to, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t same when I couldn’t dip my fingers in the water and feel the pull of the current. It wasn’t the same when I couldn’t throw in a leaf or a twig and watch it disappear, and pretend I could go with it.

               Wayhaven is more like home. It’s not hard to find a spot around its banks where I can pretend, I’m the only person for miles. I might actually be.

               It’s a good place to watch the sunset; the colors reflecting off the waters and painting the whole horizon in watercolors. It’s a good place to just be. To let the lap of the lake on its banks and the chorus of birds quiet all the swirling thoughts in my mind.

               It’s his cigarette that gives him away. The acrid smell of smoke interrupting my otherwise idyllic afternoon. I turn to the source and see Mason stepping out from the dim underbrush. He tosses his cigarette to the ground and grinds it under his boot.

               “You better pick that up.” I tell him before turning back to the vista.

               “Or what?” he asks with a smirk in his voice.

               I tap my finger against my bottom lip as I try and think of a fitting punishment. From his tone I can tell what type of answer he wants. At this point it doesn’t take much for Mason to get what he wants from me. Mostly because it’s what I want to. I would have thought the sexual tension would fizzle and die once we actually started to mess around, but if anything, it feels stronger than before.

               I’m sure our conversation will descend into innuendo soon enough, but I’ll try to keep it PG at least at little longer. It may feel like no one is around for miles, but we are still in a public place; a fact I’m sure I will conveniently forget the second Mason touches me. It is also fun just to mess with him, “I can think of a few new artists Farah might like. Really intense stuff, lots of bass.”

               He only grumbles in response, but from the corner of my eye I see him bend down to pick the butt our of the dirt.

               The log rocks a little as he sits next to me. I glance over as he settles into place, his long legs stretched out in front of him and his shoulder brushing against mine. Golden light bathes his features and I can’t look away. I should be used to it by now, but I’m not. A light breeze rustles his hair. I have to suppress the urge to reach out and tuck the strands back into place. Sure, I’d seen him naked and undone, but this feels too intimate, a tenderness that hasn’t been present in our exchanges before. I don’t know what would be the worse outcome, if he would stop me and pull away or if he would let me.

               “I thought you came out here to watch the sunset, sweetheart. If you wanted to stare at me, we could go back to the warehouse and I’ll give you the full view.”

               Warmth blooms in my cheeks at being caught staring. “I’m not actually here for the sunset,” I say as if that is some sort of defense.

               “Its about the water and the quiet more than it’s about the sunset.” I begin to explain. “It’s something I used to do when I was younger. Everything felt a little easier after I’d sat by the water for a while.”

               He nods, “I get it.”

               I thought he might. I figure he goes out to sit on the roof for much the same reason I got to sit by the water.

               “Though maybe I should stop. It’s actually how I got stuck here. I was hiking out to sit by the river, and then there was a light, and everything went diagonal.”

               “So, are you out here hoping to find a way home?” he asks his voice soft. Softer than I’m used to and it causes a twinge in my chest, the same one that’s been happening more and more. The same one I’ve been trying to ignore.

               “Oh, I couldn’t do that. Adam would miss me too much.” I make a joke because of course I do. It’s better to make a joke about it that to let myself wonder if he would miss me.

               He doesn’t laugh. Not that I really expected him to. Only a tiny sliver of sun still hangs over the horizon. I should probably head back to the Warehouse if I don’t want to be stumbling in the dark. I shift my weight as a I get ready to stand.

               “Do you miss it?” Mason asks and I know he means home.

               “Less than I thought I would.” I saw with a shrug as I rise from the log. The things I miss I lost long before I passed through the portal, or they never really existed at all.

               I can feel his eyes on me, studying me, and I wonder if he is putting his interrogation skills to use. It’s not a lie, but it’s not the full truth either. It’s hard to miss a place where I always felt alone and unwanted. Being here, being in Wayhaven is the happiest I can remember being in a long time. And that terrifies me.

               Whatever he sees he seems to be satisfied, or at least he doesn’t push the issue. If it was a few months ago I would say it was just indifference, that he doesn’t care about anything but his smokes and chasing tail, but I’m not so sure anymore. It would be easier to put him in that box. Yet, his silence never feels dismissive, but rather accepting. I guess that must be easier when you effectively a walking lie detector.

               “I should head back to the warehouse before it gets too dark,” I say as I rise from the log.

               “Don’t worry I won’t let any monsters get you,” Mason says with a toothy smirk.

               I just roll my eyes. I half want to make a joke about the irony of a vampire saying that, but the vamp jokes got old a month ago.   Little pieces of bark have dislodged from the log and now cover my backside, and I begin to brush it away.

               “You missed a spot,” Mason has his hand outstretched but waiting.

               I’m sure it’s just an excuse to grab my ass, so I slap his hand away. “I’m not going to fall for that.”

               “You’ve fallen for less,” he says with a shrug.

               “Don’t remind me.”

               Then he is standing, so close that only a breath separates us and I can feel the heat rolling of his body. Between that and the scent of smoke I feel like I’m standing too close to a bonfire, and if I don’t move back soon it’ll consume me. I don’t care.

               “Oh?” he asks, his voice gruff and sending a shiver down my spine. “Are you sure you don’t want me to remind you?”

               There is a part of me that wants to be petulant, to tease and coax, but then his hand is on my lower back, and our bodies are pressed together. It’s still not close enough.

               “Well, a refresher wouldn’t hurt.”

               The words are hardly out of my mouth before his lips are on mine. Kissing Mason is always an all-consuming experience. I am used to how quickly my body responds to his attentions, like a spark to tinder.

               But today he holds back, never quiet breaking the kiss he pulls back. His lips move over mine slower and more deliberately than I can remember. This is no flash bang, no explosion of leaping flames, but rather a slow stoking. A building heat until I feel like I have been placed in a furnace, and I am melting.

               When he pulls back, I can still feel the ghost of the kiss dancing over my nerves.

               “Should I continue? Or was that enough of a reminder?”

               “We both already know the answer.”

               “Still like to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

               And I do.

tagging (let me know if you would like to be added or removed 💜): @lord-king-saint, @lilyoffandoms, @tracing-freckled-constellations, @vienocalledmebuddy, @whippedforethanfreakingramsey, @utterlyinevitable

[thedeadthree]

Hope you don’t mind the random message but I wanted to say that I thoroughly enjoy seeing your tags about your ocs on posts! They’re always such a blast to read and see how they fit into these various worlds, and I’m happy you’re easing back into tumblr! Take care of yourself! 💜

hi!! i don’t mind at all!! THIS IS THE SWEETEST MESSAGE IM GOINGTO CRY THANK YOU THIS MADE MY DAY AHH. i appreciate this so much!! and thank you! i missed being here and it’s been really nice to be back and easing into it!! and take care of yourself as well!

[magebastard]

44, 49, and 50 for Robbie please!! :D

my pal thank you so much for asking I am sorry this took me 10 years but I appreciate you v much

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

robbie loves the middle of spring! flowers are starting to come back but some plants are still looking dead and cool and also pants and a hoodie! their favorite weather type is rainy and grey lmao

in too much cold they recede and hibernate fully. they do not leave the indoors. but in too much hot they are simply as naked as possible and it’s fine. good for them

they absolutely do! not! shut! up! if it is too cold

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

they are very of the mind of like “i must only own ten possessions and i must be ready to run when things get bad” so there aren’t a ton of physical things that have sentimental value. that being said! because you can collect many of them and they don’t take up too much space and it feels nice to have something, robbie does keep most of their bus passes in their wallet

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

this is pretty much the case for how robbie lives lmao! they’ve had their apartment for 2 years and they still have a packed bag ready to dip out. in it would be three outfits, one spare pair of shoes, tooth brush/paste, a ziplock bag with thin paint brushes, a set of colored pencils, a little sewing kit and to be honest probably a full 2 liter bottle of mountain dew

[waspgrave]

not me doing a little cheer at seeing esme/mason on my dash again 🥺 definitely take your time and draw/post as you please, but i adore your art so thank you for sharing it with us 💜💜

RYLEY ILU!!!!! Thank you so much!! I’ve been having such a good time drawing them (and others!) again. The break (good god it was a long one) was really needed but the encouragement i’ve gotten since then and now has meant so much 

[bellarxse]

Thoughts on M concerning Bobby? They said they weren’t jealous, but do you really think that or do you think they were lying a bit? 👀

I think they’re lying, but they don’t realise it yet.

Let’s look at their reaction in a series of (sometimes streamlined) quotes (I’m looking at the screenshots from my Riona playthrough so <3):

“There’s the loudest scoff from [Mason] I’ve ever heard.”

“‘What?’ [he] asks with a shrug. ‘Just think she can do better than that is all.’ F: ‘Better than totally sexy, you mean?’ [Mason’s] gaze meets mine, [his] lips curving into an inviting smirk. ‘She hasn’t experienced the best yet.’”

F: ‘And just what was he doing at your apartment? So late. All alone with you.’ The amusement fades from [Mason]. [He] shifts around to perch on the edge of the sofa while glancing away.

“You’re quiet [...] Didn’t know if you were worried about your, uh…” [He] breaks into a lazy smile. “Your friend.” “Am I going to regret telling you he’s my ex?” “Maybe a little.”

“But how about I help you forget all about him?” he asks with a slow smile that has my whole body drawing closer to him before I can stop myself.

And then this man has the audacity to say to our face: “It’s just sex. Not like it has to get complicated.”

So I think M is already jealous about Bobby, even if they don’t recognise it - the soulmate route for M is like your souls being intertwined, so I do think that there’s a different dynamic with jealousy there. M wants the Detective, in so many ways more than sexual, and I really shudder to think what the consequences of Riona’s kiss with Bobby will be in Book 3, I really do.

Also I think it’s very telling that this is when M decides to proposition the Detective because: a) There’s a oneupmanship thing going on (they are the best that the Detective will ever have, not this deadbeat reporter, no matter their stupid beautiful body--) b) It’s reassurance/proving something to the Detective and themselves (that they’re still desirable) c) It’s translating those “what is this yucky feeling in my tummy” feelings into feelings that M can understand and work with.

[sysba]

6. What is/are their love language(s)? for kass/li/seb 🥺 (~baswynric)

elm bb how are youu i love you ❤😩💖🥰 tysm for the ask!!!

so, we all know Sebastian's are acts of service/words of affirmation (giving) + quality time/physical touch (receiving) and Li has quality time/physical touch (giving) + words of affirmation/acts of service (receiving). which make them perfect for each other <3 i love them sm

for Kass it would probably be acts of service/gifts (giving) and acts of service/physical touch (receiving) 👀 they do work pretty well together huh

[impossible-rat-babies]

🎵 for rabbit and 🎵 for pollux/ortega? :D

🎵+ meet me on the equinox. death cab for a cutie.

let me give my love to you let me take your hand and as we walk in the dimming light oh, darling, understand that everything, everything ends

really got some vibes for how rabbit feels about their life being a tattered mess and the stupid town they’re in and the revelations recently like. it can’t be this good, they can’t be figuring out stuff about themselves, it’s all gonna get bad.

🎵+ when i watch the world burn all i think about is you. bastille.

well it fucked me up when I fell for you I shouldn't have let me fall for you the world is ending on the news but here in my head I’m drunk on you my love, my love, unrequited

double whammy of bastille + this song could work for either ortega or pollux ngl. the whole almost regretting falling in love because it’s just all the wrong--they’re in the wrong place, the wrong sort of people, the wrong time.