#gcverncr

[vyrulent]

continued || @gcverncr

Perhaps it's the oncoming "Christmas spirit" as winter takes hold that radiates through her, or maybe it's just the beverage that she's been cradling for the past hour and a half that sets her to reach out to take his offered hand.

Hadley knows the people are watching. It's like they are always watching whenever she and the Governor interacts. There's something that they seem to want to happen between them. It's an invisible, silent push in a direction she's uncertain that she wants to go.

Still, the night had been needed. It's been months since she's allowed herself to be close to him, or to even let herself unwind with a drink. It had always seemed smarter -- since the Kingdom and that night in his private quarters -- to keep a more sober head about her. She's only taken up this cup to keep up appearances. So much has changed, but so much has stayed the same for the politician. Appearances still mattered.

With one hand in his, she sets her cup down in her chair as she moves toward him. Her free hand moves to pull down the cream colored hem of her oversized turtleneck. Her blonde hair falls gently around her shoulders in a half updo, sides pulled back in a small clip while the rest falls in haphazard curls and waves. She's even thrown a little make up on for the night -- nothing much; lipgloss, a bit of base, and just a faint hint of mascara. Classy. Simple.

'My classy girl' is brought to the forefront of her mind as she walks with him to the dance floor. Those are all long gone memories now.

As they meet, her hand falls against his shoulder as the music plays around them. No one else seems to follow onto the dance floor. Not yet, at least. Memories of a wedding, of the king and queen of prom's first dance enters her mind immediately. They are waiting for them to start the dance to fall into a rhythm that they may set.

"The only thing missing from this winter-slash-Christmas party is the Christmas music," she offers up, trying to rid herself of the awkward pit of butterflies rolling around her stomach as she steps closer to him. This has been the closest that she's allowed herself to be with him since waking up with a wicked hangover in his bed. She has to keep up appearances. Nobody here -- minus a few of his yes men -- knows what he did.

"You seem to be having a good time."

[corvidamned]

@gcverncr | “Please don't look at me like that.”

She averts her gaze, standing between him and the door. She's seen worse and smelt worse, but she supposed... She didn't think he'd keep such things around if they still rotted and writhed, forever in torment if they knew pain at all. She straightens her posture, standing tall and still, instead of ready to run. She sighs, and looks upon him with minor disappointment than any deeper disdain. "How very Harrison Love of you." She grimaces and attempts to break the tension.

[griefkill]

she watches as the chair spins and creaks , arms crossing over her chest as she waits for him to simply be done with it . she shakes her head as she steps closer , the heels of her boots heavy against the dilapidated floors . ❛ i'm one of the few people who bothers to actually do their job to earn their place here . ❜ she laughs , placing her hands on his shoulders as she leans in close , legs straddling over his hips to place herself into his lap . the chair creaks loudly once more from the added weight . her breath ghosts over his lips as she speaks again . ❛ i think i pay enough debt by washing your underwear . ❜ she teases , lips gently pressing against the corner of his mouth before moving to whisper in his ear . ❛ i remembered where i knew you from , by the way . . . ❜ she lets the words sink in , teeth gently nipping at the shell of his ear . ❛ nothing's stopping you from what i recall you having to hold back from doing that night . ❜ she smirks . ❛ i think you should give in . ❜

@gcverncr / x

[dcadxshot]

@gcverncr. KATHERINE & BRIAN.

❝ give me a reason not to. ❞ she exclaimed, her arrow aimed right at his head --- everyone was a threat at this point, she trusted no one but those who were close to her. so it was to no surprise that she was aiming at a complete stranger.

[resplendentdare]

@gcverncr asked: “What do you think I'm going to do?” (Hello!!!)

Saskia swallowed hard, trying to not let him see just how scared she actually was. She knew that fear was a weakness that could be exploited, so it was best not to show any. But she also didn't want to be overly cocky, god know how that would end up for either of them.

Leaning back in her seat, she tried to play things cool. "I have a few ideas; I suppose it depends how this conversation goes, right? You gotta decide if I'm a threat, and I gotta decide if you're worth my time."

[d3athorlove]

@gcverncr wants a reading from lunarae: “Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

Despite the initial 'sorry' coming from his mouth, Lunarae knew that he wasn't actually really sorry for not listening to her warning. Most people weren't sorry when she spewed off what they considered to be 'nonsense' about upcoming dangers when it come to raids or other situations that were 'beyond her comprehension' when that couldn't have been further from the truth. It was like this before the end of the world, and it was even worse when the world came to a halt with the rise of the dead coming from the ground, but that was besides the point. The point was that she had risked everything to be in his presence and he still wasn't listening to what she needed to say to him in regards to to what was to come in the future as per her dreams.

“You're choosing not listening to me.” Lunarae pointed out without a care in the world she would receive backlash for that comment, but it needed to be pointed out. Lives were in danger. She may be new to the town, but at the same time, she deserved to be listened to. “Unless you want people to start dying around here, I think you best stop that behavior right now and start listening.”

[irritableteadrinker]

[[ @gcverncr || Cont ]]

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"Oooooh, there's no fooling old Simon." He even began to wag his bandaged finger at the scarecrow in question; as if scolding a small child. "I know what my boss looks like... as if I could ever-"

Though upon turning to face the actual Gov, he yelped internally somewhat. A strange sort of squeaking sound in the back of his throat, slouched body instantly jolting upright. The drunk clearly looking shocked that he had indeed mistook a scarecrow for his Boss. Though in his defence; they both had a similar body type.... "Ack! How did you get down from that pole so fast?"

Maybe he should lay off the moonshine. That had been rather embarrassing

[hackxr]

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ooc; sen7inel “can’t sleep” vibes (had a hard time building a general one that didn’t just rehash her core vibes, so i focused on one frequent moment instead)