#gawxin

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4Br/3.5BA, Spa, Garage, & Ghost included!!

It was so... cold. 

She curled into herself. Distressed noises slipped past her lips as she tried to remember what happened. Why did she feel so funny? Why was her head so heavy? Why couldn’t she open her eyes? What kind of drugs was she on? Confusion knit her brow and she vaguely remembered sudden sharp movement, followed by a searing pain. Writhing in pain her hands flew to her torso to pat herself down but felt no damage, no hot blood, or disturbance in her form. 

“Get out of my--!”

Slowly she was able to muster the strength to open her eyes and stared at her living room wall. There was the scale model of Nike on her shelf. The photo of her favorite sunrise. Val recognized this place. She was home? How could she be home? She was at the hospital, wasn’t she? Did she pass out getting ready for work? Why? 

“Doctor Allbright!”

But she was so... tired. So numb, and so tired. It was better if she just slept. Just for a little while. 

Just a few more minutes. ______________________________________________________________

Val woke to noise, loud and uncomfortable ringing in her ears. Irritation flooded her and she shoved up off the floor, swaying and throwing her hand out to catch herself. Her fingers nudged a framed piece of art on the wall and knocked it askew a few inches. Damn she’d have to fix, wait. Wait she never put anything on that wall. That was where her mirrored credenza sat. 

Terror washed away the irritation as she turned a frantic circle and recognized the structure but not the room. This was her house but it wasn’t. It was different. Did she break into someone’s house when she was sleep walking? When did she start sleep walking? Her throat closed as she looked out into the backyard and recognized it. 

No, no this was her house. 

“I,” she sniffled, tears burning against her eyes. “I don’t understand?”

“Doctor, are you al--”

She stumbled through the house, dizziness making her fall into the wall, bumping another picture nearly sideways. The couch lost a pillow the the floor as she leaned against it. She opened the closed doors she found closed and couldn’t make a sound around the terror in her throat. She reached her bedroom and stared at his new room. It was a man who took her home away from her. She knew that. 

Val splashed water on her face from the faucet and walked away, leaving it still running. She also knew that something was very wrong with her. She just didn’t know what it was yet. She walked to the window and opened the blinds, looking out onto a street that looked entirely unchanged and leaned her head against the cool glass. Her hand left behind a hand print as she pushed herself away from the window. 

She was so tired. 

Maybe sleep was a good idea. 

[agentharrisonofshield-a]

➳ ✘ ☯

This RP meme

➳ :Do you prefer writing on your own, on tumblr/a forum, or on an IM platform? Why?

It’s a mix, to be honest.  I love the speed of IM RPing - I got into RP in chat room formats, where the fastest typer won, so to speak, and my RPing after that was in IM or private chat rooms with my ex partner.  So I like the speed of it - get a few sentences down, reply and leave something to reply to.  If you have a good partner they have a feel for your writing speed, so you’re not racing against each other so much as giving each other the time you need.

I like writing for tumblr, too.  I like the hope that a reply, or a drabble, will get a like or two.  I like the validation, to be honest, and it’s one of the reasons while I’ll repost drabbles when they’e applicable.  

But there’s also something solid and comforting in a 40-minute writing jag that’s produced nothing but something for yourself.  That’s real.  It doesn’t need to be shared, it’s all yours.

So all three, I guess.

✘ :Any head canons you’d like to imply on you character but know they wouldn’t fit?

Answered here

☯ :Greatest challenge to writing your character?

Answered here

[drippingbloodandgold-blog]

"Make me"

This exodus was sudden, not unexpected but she had hoped that they would have longer together. That maybe this time would be different. That maybe she would have enticed him enough to stay. But no, the Goddess of War watched her Consort walk out of her halls and the heat of battle rose in her. Not battle to draw blood in this instance, but a battle for the heart. 

She wanted so badly to ask him why he left, why for the third time he walked away from her. There had been no fight that mortals usually walked away from, there had been no disagreement at all. Perhaps she shouldn’t have insisted on bathing this morning and instead stayed to curl against him. Her throat burned in something foreign to her, something she never wished to know. Tears burned like acrid smoke against her throat and that incited her wrath. 

Her light mantle exploded into massive wings and the primaries rasped against cold marble as she stalked her prey. The wings made her appear larger than she was and perhaps she would have reconsidered the affect if she’d been thinking on anything other than holding her beloved here with her, keeping him happy, and preventing her heart from shattering all over again. 

Soft down and unyielding rachis covered a surprisingly motile limb that pressed against his chest to turn him, and shoved him into the wall. Another waiting warm wing cushioned the impact and curled under him, picking him up off the ground. She cupped his face with her hands and studied him with fathomless eyes for a long moment. The question of why burned on her tongue again but she silenced it with a kiss. 

The Infernal Queen pressed her body against his, breath catching as they melded together. He felt so perfect. He felt like home and she never wanted to be bereft again. She never wanted to be without him again. her hands sought his hair, combing and tugging on the soft strands as she played her lips against his, teasing him with promises of what they could share. She wanted to whisper against his lips, pleas to stay, questions as to why he left, reasons to why he shouldn’t leave. But that was anathema to her nature. She was proud--perhaps too much so--but she would not beg.

A long moment of soft lips, darting and teasing tongues, and inciting nibbles and she finally pulled away to look at him, forehead pressed to his. “Stay, please,” she whispered, allowing that of herself. It was not grovelling, it was asking. “Please stay?” She whispered again before pressing another long and heated kiss to his mouth. Instead of continuing, Valerie pressed quick, trailing kisses down his chin and along his jaw, savoring the angle of his jaw, the hollow just under his ear. 

Little playful nibbles alighted down and up his neck as she couldn’t help herself. Teasing him was one of her favorite things and the little warm pants against his neck were a testament as to how much she enjoyed herself while teasing him. She caught his earlobe lightly in her teeth and suckled gently, cuddling her cheek against his. “Please, beloved, please stay with me.” 

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Trust Exercise

@gawxin

{ ask }

Val knew as soon as she let the glib response slip she’d gone too far. She couldn’t bring herself to apologize in time. The seconds ticked by as he seethed and she tried not to curl in on herself in embarrassment or to get her stupid mouth to work. She wasn’t normally this... insensitive seemed too paltry. She was a warm person, she thought. She cared about people and looked after her own. It wasn’t like her to taunt. 

Why did she? Was it her discomfort with the curse? It made her skin crawl and her ever present anxiety skyrocket, could that be it? He put her on edge with his talk of soul mates and the nonsense that went along with that. That couldn’t be it though. Regardless, it wasn’t fair of her. It wasn’t right. She didn’t want to lose him because she couldn’t control her idiocy. She was morbidly curious, too much so for her own good. He was too handsome for her own good too, and magnetic. She couldn’t help herself by seeking him out as often as she did, like she did tonight. She didn’t feel alone around him, Val kinda liked that feeling. 

He spoke and she was glad she had let it slip, otherwise she wouldn’t have known he was suffering. Her attention and focus snapped to him and for a moment, there was a glimpse of intelligence beyond what she’d hinted at before, and there was a flicker of concern as her lips turned down in a small frown. Only the concern remained as suspicion narrowed her gaze. Why hadn’t he fed? What prevented him from it? 

James ordered her to leave and instead she stepped forward, watching his face carefully as she canted her head slightly to the side. She kept her movements slow and even, recognizing the danger she was putting herself in. But that excited her. Her body tingled and her muscles burned with the adrenaline pouring into her system. She could feel her heart starting to pound against her sternum and knew he would hear it. A faint blush tinged her cheeks as her body also reacted to him and she was tempted by sexual aspect of their could be relationship--whatever the fuck that would be to them. 

Finally, when she was within arms reach, she couldn’t keep her gaze on his face, her nerves getting the better of her and her eyes flicked away to the button on his shirt. She reached up and unbuttoned the top button, brazenly sliding her hand into his shirt to rest on his sternum, hoping that her touch helped the pain he was in--at least so he said. Could be a really good gimmick. She didn’t care at that moment though. Her fingertips dug into the muscle on his chest as she controlled her reactions, uncaring he could probably feel her body quivering through the touch. 

Val wet her lips and glanced up at him, gaze serious and honestly concerned for him. She pressed her other hand to his cheek, and sighed. “I’m sorry, James. I didn’t know it was that bad. Why haven’t you fed? Is there something wrong?” Her voice felt alien to her, a little softer than she normally spoke, a little more sultry with the little rasp in the lower timbre. It was something she was coming to equate with him and his proximity. She bit her lip hard enough to blanch the color out of it for a moment as she made a decision and stepped even closer to him, now barely a hands breadth between them. 

[drippingbloodandgold-blog]

@afraidofsurviving and I had a blast tonight! I hope y'all had a safe and fun night!!

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Bustles and Bolts

The young woman looked harried, small locks of hair falling from her simple bun, but relieved to see James Mortimer standing in her parlor. It was often now that she received visitors after her brother’s accident. Mostly morbid lookie lous, and mothers thinking their passive and pathetic sons would make good husbands for the possibly soon to be Duchess. Valerie hated it. 

She’d spent another long night with her brother last night. They had put him on opiates, trying to numb the initial pain of his injury. He had become dependent and in a moment of lucidity, begged her to cease the intoxicating medication. Now he was sick with the detoxification. Horrible, fitful but necessary, she was trying everything she knew to help him. He was mending, mostly, but this was hard on her too. 

Valerie extended her hands to James, pleased to see a close friend of her brother’s. She trusted James wouldn’t be a burden. “Mr. Mortimer, it is so good to see you,” she greeted, obvious warmth in her tone. Her smile was radiant as she stepped towards the couch by the fire. “Please, sit! Tea will be out in a moment, and dinner is just around the corner if you’d like to stay?” She hoped he would. she did so enjoy his company. 

[drippingbloodandgold-blog]

"I see you there and I just want to go up and kiss you but I know I can't and that makes me sad."

A thrill ran down Valerie’s spine as she felt her husband at her back. His tone soft and murmured against her ear rose goosebumps on her flesh. His words sunk in a moment later after her breath finished catching and her heart settled. He wanted to kiss her? Mrs. Mortimer wet her lower lip instinctively as she day dreamed about how much she loved his kisses. 

Valerie stepped back a little, leaning up against her husband, ignoring the minor discomfort of various medals, nameplates, badges, and buttons pressing into her back from his uniform. Instead she tipped her head back and smile at him, bemusement curling her lips, and bringing her brows down in a small frown. 

“Why can’t you kiss me, husband?” She pouted a little, painted lips pulling down in a small frown. 

The frown didn’t last long as she hooked her hand around the back of his neck it melted into a wicked little smirk. She daringly pulled his head down to hers for a kiss, a little too long, and too heated for where they were but she didn’t care. These state functions were too stuffy anyway. 

“You can, my lipstick won’t rub off on you or smear.” She smirked, looked up at him through thick lashes. “Smudge proof and all.” 

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-all but plops his butt down here-

Sneaking into rooms when she had the ability to use magic to render herself invisible seemed more an exercise in skill than the trite use of magic to accomplish her means. The air actually felt warm to her, and she was pleasantly surprised at the layer of steam in the air that helped hide her approach for the moment. The scent of his soap made her pause, taking a soft breath to savor it for a second. She’d missed that, missed him really. 

She’d missed this. Missed the comfortable feeling of being around him. But Asgard required her attention and it was only for a handful of days. Impulsively pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it to the side bought her time to come within reach of him. Valerie giggled in delight and grabbed him, spinning him to pin him against the sink with her hips. 

“I missed you.” She offered quietly as her fingers carded through his wet hair, making her grin as she ruffled his locks and sprayed herself with water droplets. Her hand hooked around the back of his neck and she pulled him into a long, slow and lazy kiss. 

A soft hum of pleasure and contentment purred from Valerie as she dragged herself away, tugging his lower lip gently with her teeth as she did so. “Did you miss me?” She smirked.