#eukrasiia

[shallrise]

rory is 5'2 GO

height  prompt .

[ofthclight]

he usually doesn’t have a particularly hard time getting people to like him .  he’s charming and tall and his momma raised him to open doors for people .  he also has a dog ,  which tends to do him favors .  but none of that has worked on her .  she’s pint-sized and coiled tension and barely concealed fury whenever he so much as tries to get her to crack a smile .  but it just makes her more determined .  she’s a damned good skater ,  and he knows that she probably didn’t get there without working her ass off .   ❝ lift day , ❞  teddy states it brightly ,  studying her carefully to see if that now-familiar line of tension furrows between her brow again .  the way that it always does when the topic of lifts are brought up .   ❝ hey you know we could do that dirty dancing method , ❞  teddy smiles ,  skating in front of her ,  arms folding over his chest as he lifts an eyebrow .   ❝ find some water ,  play a little 80′s ballad in the background... ❞          /          @eukrasiia​   +   for anya ! 

[beaumortal]

                        amongst   the   sound   of   clanging   and   chaos,   his   voice   erupts   before   she   dare   takes   a   step   towards   the   kitchen.           ❝   no!   no!   no!  i’ve   got   it!   everything’s   under   control!   ❞           there’s   a   second   of   silence   that   follows,   before   he   screams   out   and   there’s   a   slam!   (   a   pot   had   overboiled,   he’d   only   just   noticed,   hence   the   scream   and   the   sound   of   the   lid   being   slammed   ontop.   )           ❝   it’s   almost   finished!   just   a   few   more   minutes!   ❞

 he’s   been   preparing   this   for   the   better   half   of   the   day   for   @eukrasiia​.   after   thinking   up   the   idea   during   yet   another   sleepless   night.   though,   he’s   now   being   swiftly   reminded   of   how   terrible   a   cook   he   is.   he   hope’s   the   gesture   outweighs   the   taste   of   an   overcooked   and   overseasoned   meal.

 ❝   you   should   pick   out   a   movie   for   us   to  watch   afterwards!   ❞          voice   yells   out   once   more,   he   doesn’t   dare   make   an   appearance   at   the   joining   door,   not   when   he’s   wearing   half   the   ingredients.           ❝   i’ve   got   a   whole   bunch   in   the   cabinets   underneath   the   bookshelf!   ❞

[umbrakudo]

@eukrasiia​ asked: [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint / for jake from theo !

injury/hurt prompts | accepting!

“cálmate y quédate quieto. if you keep squirmin’ like that, i’ll break the damn thing.” jake warned him, dark eyes steadily fixed onto theo’s dislocated shoulder. strong grip on his arm while his other hand rested on his shoulder, he was trying to pop it back into place, to no avail. it didn’t help that the other kept moving everytime he tried to jerk it back into place.

of course, he didn’t MEAN the threat, it wouldn’t help either of them if he broke his arm on top of it being out of place, but it just demonstrated his annoyance with the situation. “just a little more, if you need something to bite onto -- tell me. if y’think that’s gonna help ya. i’m gonna go again, get ready.”

[umbrakudo]

@eukrasiia​ asked: “  you need to stay still.  ” / for marc from layla !

injury/hurt prompts | accepting!

“hey, i could have done this myself, you know.” he murmured, laying back against the couch with a slight flinch as layla took the time to clean and stitch up his wound. it was an uncomfortable burning sensation, but nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. 

while it would have been much quicker to just don the suit in order to heal himself. . .a secret side of him deep down enjoyed the closeness of having her take care of him. it was reminiscent of old times. 

with a twitch of a smile on his face, he turns his head and gave her a teasing look. “though i can’t say no to a personal doctor. you were always the best at this sort of shit.”

[beaumortal]

                        ❝   i   sure   hope   you   don’t.   ❞           he   says   followed   by   a   light   chuckle.   this   is   the   most   unusual,   he’s   certainly   never   before   had   the   opportunity   to   acquaint   himself   with   a   ghost   like   @eukrasiia​   (   someone   sort   of   like   him,   dead   but   still   here.   )   he’s   got   a   thousand   and   one   questions   ;   but   leaves   them   unspoken   for   now.

 shuffling   out   of   his   jacket,   he   drapes   it   neatly   over   the   back   of   the   nearest   chair   and   hands   immediately   and   instinctually   land   on   his   hips.           ❝   so,   this   is   your   place?   it’s   nice.   i’ve   always   loved   a   townhouse.   let   me   hazard   a   guess   and   say   it   was   built   around   the   late   nineteenth   century?   am   i   right?   ❞

[s1lversniper]

     “you want to work jointly on this?” A slender brow arched upwards as Allison eyed Grayson up and down. People rarely wanted to work with her because she was the Fox Mulder of the modern age. Though she supposed that wasn’t a bad thing. Allison liked dipping her toes in the world of the supernatural. Kept her young and and alive while also constantly keeping her on the verge of a heart attack. @eukrasiia gets a starter!

[s1lversniper]

     she was no longer a fan of night clubs and raves. They’d been fun in her youth but Allison detested the loud music and thumping base. However, as she stood outside one of the local clubs, begging entry from one of the bounces, she was reminded of the many parties she attended in high school.

“Detective Allison Argent,” the woman said, flashing her badge. “I need to talk to your boss.” Because he had some questions to answer and every summon to bring him down to the station had been ignored. @eukrasiia gets a starter!