#iwasallhigherbeingy

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Warning: Approach with minimal caution. Will give all kinds of feels (happy, sad, occasionally smutty) -- and once you're sucked into the perf that is PBK? You'll find it impossible to let gooooooo :p

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          Ha.  It survived.  Although there’s slight rusting in some, uh, interesting places.  [ grins ]

I will very cheerfully polish it for you. Long as it takes.

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Has Cordelia showed you her Princess of Pylea outfit? Rumor has it it survived in one of those boxes...

"Her…"

[gulp]

"… I can only hope she will…"

[sinful-solitude]

Voice! ('tis le Christeh. Sneakeh.) :p

If I get 10 “voice”s, I (the mun) will record myself voice acting the character I roleplay.

[7/10]

PRETTY SURE THIS IS CHEATING BUT IDEC. 

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All the symbols. Our verse. Go. xD

♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection

... you don't need this. Sittin' around bein' Cordelia works a treat. Alaric is a goner.

♖ for one of my muse’s guilty pleasures

Sleeping in. It feels wrong. He has so much work to do. But he loves it.

♞ for something that my muse wants to do

He'd like a break, some time. Take Cordelia on a holiday somewhere where there's no monsters to fight.

♟ for something my muse admires

He's proud that back when he was human, he fought with everything he had. He's impressed when humans stand up to bad guys when the bad guys have all the advantages.

☁ for something that make my muse sad

Thinking about being human. He misses it. He wouldn't have chosen this for himself. He'd rather grow old as a human, with his Cor.

☂ for something my muse wants to protect

♨ for something that relaxes my muse

Bourbon, good music, and curling up on the couch with his Cordelia and a good book.

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19! -cough-

19: Caught in the rain together

Cordelia is determined and when she’s determined, she is a force to be reckoned with. And she wants a date. In a nice restaurant. Very specifically, she wants Alaric to take her jacket, pull her chair out, pay the bill, insist she has dessert.

When he reminds her he doesn’t eat, she points out that he put away half a pound of bacon at breakfast. When he reminds her they are trying to lie low, she says that if they spend their lives hiding from asshole lawyers, they’re not really living. And she looks so pretty when she says it that he gives up.

And she’s right.

With no reservation (but a nice moment of compulsion) they manage to get a table (the best table) at Providence and Alaric buys Cordelia a red dress for the occasion which renders her momentarily unable to use any of her faculties.

The way she looks when she walks down the stairs does the exact same thing to Alaric.

The dinner is magnificent, and Alaric thinks it’s worth the four-figure bill. Cordelia is in her element. Everyone is looking at her. Alaric feels like the luckiest man in the room.

No – Alaric is, absolutely, the luckiest man in the room.

They decide to walk home – it’s really not that far, and though there is a rainstorm coming, Alaric is quite sure it’s an hour off at the least. They hold hands, and to anyone they pass they can only look like a young couple in love. Not cursed.

Alaric is wrong. He gets a moment, but only a moment, to say “Cor I think it’s gonna -” and then the heavens open. That amazing, heavy summer rain where every droplet is huge. Cordelia shrieks, and Alaric is about to lift her in his arms and run back to the hotel when she lifts her hands over her head and spins.

She spins.

Alaric can only watch as the hair she spent an hour setting is ruined. As her new red dress darkens. He can only watch and smile.

“Cor…” he says, and she stops, grinning, every perfect tooth visible.

“I love you. I love you so…” he can’t be heard over the rain, and he’s feeling expansive, and he’s not prone to loud, public declarations which is exactly the reason he throws his arms up as well, and shouts “I love you! I love you.”

She just smiles, and smiles, and Alaric lifts her into his arms, and their kiss is ferocious, consuming.

“I’m going to take you home and make love to you,” he says, and the look on her face says she’s seen this coming. Maybe that was why the date night.

“Take me home,” she says, nestling close so he can run.

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iwasallhigherbeingy replied to your post

I agree with Nonnie on the loving your writing, although I get why you’re holding off on posting. I posted something the other week where Caroline tucked her hair behind her eye. >.< Moral of the Story? PROOFREAD. lmao.

SCREEECH

OUCH That made my eye water

Yeah, I just can't. This morning when I woke up I was in a lot of pain but quite clear headed and focussed (like perfect editing mindframe tbh) - it's once I've built up enough codeine in my system to send the pain down that I can't be trusted (but oddly very creative).

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{all the symbols} (for that suits meme) :)

♥: For a surefire way to win my muse's heart

Believe in him. Oh, wait, you already did that...

♦: For a surefire way to calm their ass down

Ooh, in this verse, just give him time. Chances are he's pissed at W&H. Just let him go work out for a few hours, mix him a big glass of blood and bourbon, and know that it has nothing to do with you. 

♣: For a surefire way to make them laugh

Your run-on sentences. He's in love with them.

♠: For a surefire way to piss them off

You?

.... can't see it. For anyone else? Being a lawyer seems to work just fine.