#i'm flexible!

[wildskissed]

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Other than Wyll, Yassarra was the only other true Warlock that Eve had ever met, so to say that she was intrigued by her, was an understatement. It was nice, also, to have a break from the hustle and bustle of the city, to just get to talk to someone. Yes, they all had a lot on their plates, and it wasn't as though Eve could just sit around and yap all day with her, but Yassarra fascinated her.

Eve tried not to make a habit of prying, but when one had more experience than you, it was hard not to ask questions. Not to mention she was sure that there was magic and knowledge in abundance that she knew that Eve could only dream of knowing. Things like that made the curiosity fester, and it was hard to keep the questions bottled up anymore.

"How exactly does one choose a patron?" Eve heard herself ask, looking at Yassarra with genuine interest. "Or do they choose you...?"

[vorcotec]

@veryrapid, for harriet

        “Miss Davenport,” Jane says, and pauses. Her gaze searches the camp--the swaying trees, the open, strangely intimate sprawl of the tent, with Harriet’s bed visible, all her tables, bottles, and books. Not for the first time, her hands itch to touch everything, curiosity tingling in them: she wants to know Miss Davenport much better, would like to understand every thought in the head of this singular person. Instead of saying that, here she stands, stiff and turned slightly away. She has traveled out from town--if Strawberry can be called a town--often enough to make them more than strangers, though she doesn’t know where Harriet might draw the lines; she understands these distinctions matter, the differences between acquaintances, friends, and intimates. With women, Jane has no clear understanding of such categories; her secret is such that every woman squirms in close to her heart and she treasures them there, even if she never confesses this private weakness, the truth of her vulnerability.

        “I had thought,” she says, “you might like a more permanent residence. Something more... Secure. I could build it for you.” She pauses. “I would need help. Or...” She frowns. “A donkey.” She is not so blind to her weaknesses that she thinks she alone could saw and haul logs or some such task. "When the weather is warm enough... It could be done quickly.”

[plasticofficer]

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    The GV200 unit stood stiffly by the woman’s desk, back straight, eyes fixed on her. Though he looked strangely displeased for an android. He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, in the vague direction of the small rec room next to the bullpen resided, “Sergeant Locke said that there were a few call-outs that needed an extra pair of hands to help lock down the scene.” His eyes squinted, “Were you one of the detectives on your way out there?”

[elizadoolittlethings]

At Sea - A Mollcroft Ficlet

Molly swiftly rose, left elbow holding her in place, just over Mycroft’s bare chest; catching a glimpse yet not fast enough. Seeing her frown, Mycroft raised an eyebrow eloquently.

“I know I can catch you at it,” Molly replied grumpily, settling her head on his stomach, right arm going around his waist.

The belly laugh that followed made her want to nip him right above the belly button, but restraining herself shifted her naked body over his and glided up to his chest.

Lying there, listening to his heart beat, she dozed off, his fingers gently combing her ruffled hair.

[matristark]

@dracharenae // like real people do: hozier

“I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask, and neither should you.“

the girl moved like somebody who had a SECRET - as a mother of rather mischievous children, it was a look cat knew well. it hardly mattered, though; she needed the girl’s help, and trying to accuse her of some sort of scheme wouldn’t work out well for either of them. as far as cat understood, everybody had some sort of ulterior motive, be it malicious or benign, and as long as her new companion didn’t mean her any HARM, she didn’t particularly need to ask too many questions. after all, it wasn’t like cat really wanted to answer many questions herself.