Nov 2, 2019
@hunterhuntcd is kooky and spooky
“Oh don’t mind Kitty Cat, he just likes attention,” Gomez said absent-mindedly scratching the large cat behind the ears. “Now where was I? . . . Oh yes! Taking the children on safari!”
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@hunterhuntcd is kooky and spooky
“Oh don’t mind Kitty Cat, he just likes attention,” Gomez said absent-mindedly scratching the large cat behind the ears. “Now where was I? . . . Oh yes! Taking the children on safari!”
semi plotted thing || @hunterhuntcd
“Come now. You can’t refuse me after I’ve thrown you such a lovely party,” Lucy mused as the music began in the sweet notes of a happy melody. True, she had thrown a party for a man she had never met, but she had done so for his sisters.
His sisters had spoken so highly of him that it seemed only fitting to throw such a person a welcome home party -- and the more people to grace her home, always made it merrier in her opinion. Their brother seemed to be the most interesting of sorts. He was, from the stories she had been told, an adventurer like Quincey P. Morris. He seemed, from stories alone, to be the perfect gentleman to know, to hear stories from. Her three suitors that waited so patiently for her attention would simply have to wait until her curiosity was satiated.
“I feel like I’ve known you for so long now with everything your sisters have told me of you. I simply had to meet you. I hope that doesn’t seem too terribly forward of me.”
@hunterhuntcd is being hunted
He was his father’s son in the sense he seemed fashioned from the same genetic clay. Yet everything else about him spoke of him being fashioned by different hands, fired in a different environmental kiln.
His father had stood before ‘civilized’ men once and been as a child allowed the company of playmates after too long without. His son had no such wonder or sense of awe. There was wariness and hatred and little else. His face and chest splashed with the blood of this stranger’s companion. Such was the fate of any who intruded on his and Meriem’s territory. It was how he had earned the name ‘The Killer’ from the Mangani apes.
His breath was still ragged from the exertion from this latest kill and he looked this stranger as if asking why he shouldn’t be next.
hunterhuntcd replied to your post: “me: okay so the tarzan stories would likely have taken place in the...”:
it's not....great. ahhhh
it’s the antithesis of great, it’s something that if god exists he will have written on a list that will be recited by a thousand voiced angel as he stands over humanity in judgement
* ⊰ @hunterhuntcd ⊱ 𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫 . ↳ down there , it’s a bunch of stiffs . i’ll be bored to death .
SHE IS WHAT THE LIGHT IS LIKE , even at his refusal her smile does not fade . lucy is hopeful , she steps forward and the hem of her gown rustles on the floor . her fingers entwine in front of her , she cocks her head to the side .
❝ not everyone is so inclined to large gatherings , mister clayton , i understand . but if you will not come down then i should very much like to stay up here . if you do not object . ❞ lucy does not sit . she hovers , awaits admonishing for the interesting are invariably disappointing . but there is no fault to be found in wishing . ❝ and i am terribly enthralled by the stories i have heard involving you . part of me considers some may be too fantastic to be true --- a much larger part hopes that they are accurate to the last syllable . ❞
@hunterhuntcd said: “I really needed that… thank you.”
meme
Delicate fingers worked at the back of the man’s shoulders. Pressing into the tired muscle that he’d exhausted while guiding her through the wilds. Hacking through vines and branches all day- then returning to camp and insisting on chopping firewood- really did make one ache she was certain. So she hadn’t even asked if he needed it.
Elsa had been right of course. It wasn’t as if he was impossible to read.. Most of the time anyway. And maybe she secretly used a bit of her magic to cool the inflamed tissue and ease the soreness and swelling so it could heal.
“You’re welcome.” She grinned, patting his shoulders before walking around to sit beside him. “I’m lost out here without you. If you hurt yourself we’re both in trouble.”
@hunterhuntcd said: “Maybe I don’t want to pretend anymore.” & “I’m scared to ruin our friendship…”
meme (I’m combining them beyotch)
“Wasn’t pretending your idea?” Elsa pointed out, growing more and more frustrated by her inability to decipher what was troubling him. She just didn’t understand what was wrong. Everything was going so well! They were having fun! Who Elsa was hadn’t mattered, they made sure it wouldn’t. But now it seemed like the ruse he’d suggested was no longer what he wanted? Or was it something else?
“If something needs to change just.. tell me what.” she pleaded, reaching out to put a hand on his arm, looking up into his eyes. So troubled and guarded- More so than they usually seemed. “Please... Talk to me.”
....... “I’m scared to ruin our friendship…”
Oh the faint flickers of both panic and hope simultaneously lit inside her. Could he-... No. It couldn’t be... But couldn’t it? Elsa had told herself so long that the signs had all been in her head. That they were imagined up by her own desire for his company.. His heart. Were her thoughts not so unfounded after all?
Taking the risk, her hand slipped down his arm, past his wrist and her fingers curled tenderly around his. A slight, reassuring squeeze and a smile.
“Ruin? You think getting rid of me would be that easy?” She teased, trying to ease the moment, “You’re my best friend... Whatever you’re thinking won’t change that.”
@hunterhuntcd said: “This was my lap. Now apparently this is your lap.”
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It wasn’t... entirely her fault. She hadn’t meant to fall on him at any rate. Elsa had the power to keep herself from slipping on ice. Other substances not so much. To be entirely honest the fact that she’d been adventuring about with him for so long and only just had her first embarrassing stumble.. was moderately impressive. Right?
As she stared up at him, seated across his lap and hanging loosely off of him she felt warmth fill her face. The rush of the sudden stumble not at all dulled by the erratic beating of her heart as she met his gaze. His eyes looked so beautiful in the fire light ... Oh, this was awkward.
“Oh-! Ah.. Hi. Heheh- sorry.” she bowed out sheepishly, sliding off of his (admittedly comfortable) legs to stand back up. Elsa pushed back her hair and straightened, hoping to hide how incredibly flustered she felt.