#ft brittany

[luciusharper-blog]

❥♒ for meg and ♚✘ for Britt

❥ : Where would they kiss your muse if they had to kiss them right now. 

@megxrx

“Just stop bickering and kiss already,” a drunkard slurred from the seat next to Lucius. Lucius had had the unfortunate timing to run into Meg at the Wolf’s Den when he’d been hoping for some very different company. Their ensuing argument lasted a good fifteen minutes over the placement of coasters of all things. Thinking it would get her to either be quiet enough to let him leave, or to shut up the patrons around them, Lucius sneered and grabbed Meg's hand before kissing it on the palm, then used that same hand to slap the drunkard across the face. “Thanks,” he muttered before finishing his drink and getting up to leave. “Didn’t want to get my hands dirty.”

♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.

“There comes a time when pride finds a limit and should make way for compliance and clearly Meg hasn’t reached that point.”

@brittiism

♚ : What my muse thinks your muse is good at.

“Brittany could probably corner and sleep with anyone she sets her mind to, even without the aided help of being a Siren. Smooth talking is a skill, including the way she carries herself. Some of it is natural. Some is learned. All of it is effective.”

✘ : What one thing they would change about your muse.

“Any questions directed toward her personal self are immediately squashed in favor of deflection. It would not hurt to open up every once in a while.”

[luciusharper-blog]

‡ meg and britt bc why not

send ‡ for my muse’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with them.

@megxrx

She’d pissed him off one too many times. Her sharp wit and even sharper mouth set his teeth on edge. There were some people he longed to feed from, and others made him want to steer clear. Very clear. Meg was one of those people who made Lucius want to keep his distance when he hungered. He imagined her blood tasted like something angry and blunt, like a wooden bat. But she’d goaded him, and so he glamoured her. The problem was that he still didn’t know the finer nuances of his glamour and couldn’t find a way to turn it off. And now, he found himself stuck with a glazed-over Meg climbing into his bed. When did it wear off? He wasn’t sure. But he hoped to high heaven she didn’t snore.

@brittiism

“Okay, I will show you this once and once only,” Lucius said, sitting cross-legged at the foot of his bed. When Brittany mirrored his position across from him on the bed, he  took her hands in his, then carefully placed them on either side of his head, cupping his ears. It worked much better this way. “Are you ready?” When she indicated her response, Lucius closed his eyes, hummed a moment.... and then wiggled his ears underneath her cupped fingers. When he opened his eyes again, they were narrowed. “You tell this to no one. Now it’s your turn. Truth or Dare.”