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@flos-venenosa
The Gent cleaned his throat before speaking, hoping to reduce the possible effect this way. “It’s not safe to walk alone. Here.“ His hoarse voice, gravel under the bike’s wheels, sounded from the thick branch of the tree where he was sitting with Colt Anaconda in one hand and a bottle of beer in another. His chopper was hidden in the nearby thorny bushes.
Injury!Starter { @flos-venenosa }
Melody shifted in the chair, blood dripping onto the floor below, tracing the curves of bruised and bloodied features. She needed to get out of here. They weren't going to kill her, but if they took her to him, she was as good as dead.
A small hiss left busted lips as she moved around, feeling ribs pop while trying to loosen the binds of her feet and hands, the ropes being more of a problem than the handcuffs surprisingly. For once thankful for her lanky frame, now all she to do was slip the handcuffs passed fingers that were already slick with blood. Unfortunately, the rest of her escape would be the hard part.
With hands now freed, Melody bent down to loosen the binds at her feet, shakey hands trying in vain to loosen the knots. Shit, she wasn’t going to get out of here anytime soon at this rate. And with the sound of footsteps now edging closer, she may not be getting out at all.
Huh?
She paused, her gaze lifting up towards the door. Those footsteps. They didn’t belong to anyone who was here before. When the door finally opened, she hesitated, unsure whether this new presence was friend or foe.
“...You don’t belong here, do ya’?”
Or maybe she did? But at this point Melody could only hope for a quick death-and if she was lucky help.
-kisses Noct's cheek-
Noctis blushed, arching his brow and sheepishly returning the cheek kiss.
@flos-venenosa replied to your post “ABO things Loqi is either the tiniest alpha or the single most aggro...”
The itty bittiest of alphas!
lol that does seem to be the consensus!
@ladylunafreyaoftenebrae replied to your post “ABO things Loqi is either the tiniest alpha or the single most aggro...”
SMOL LIL ALPHA *whispers* He doms Gladio, the giant man-beast omega.
i am here for this i am heRE FOR THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA GIANT OMEGAS ARE MY ONE TRUE WEAKNESS
flos-venenosa replied to your post: hardcormarshal replied to your...
Is that a proposal for a threesome?
...Maybe?
@flos-venenosa || From HERE
Vic hugged her as she clung to him, his lips touched the line of her hair. “Are you sure it was him?” It was a rhetorical question, of course, she was sure. He never saw her ex-husband, but Charity knew the man well. If she was saying, he came after her, it meant he did. “Okay, okay, calm down,” he laced his fingers through her hair massaging the back of her head gently, “I will not let him hurt you. You are safe here, do you hear me? I will handle this.” In fact, he saw only one way to handle this once and for all, but it was about Charity. Vic could carry the burden of another murder, but if there was a chance to spare her from living with it, he would take it.
"Hey Luna, did you ever consider just saying 'fuck the Six' and trying to find some other way?"
“Well, yes. But the problem is I don’t know what other way there could possibly be, or how to find out without enraging the Gods and thus bringing down their wrath on all of the star.”
