#iwtv#interview with the vampire#the vampire armand#assad zaman
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thewanderinggod
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cleverbxy
[ —-;❀ ❝ No-- ohhh no. You ain't gettin' outta this one that easily. ❞
Text meme; ♠ ✘ ☠ ☼ - Steve
Send ♠ for a drunk text - {Text} EYYYYYYY STTTEEVIEE. COME TO DA CLUBBBB.
Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent - {Text} I bet your dick is like a bomb pop.
Send ☠ for misguided advice - {Text} Totally don't go out with that girl in accounting..she's a bitch...
Send ☼ for a congratulatory text - {Text} Yo grats on not getting killed during your last mission...that would have really put a damper on things.
⌖ - Phil
Send ⌖ for the first 3 emotions my character feels when seeing or thinking of yours.
familiarity — “There he is again, the douchebag”. mistrust — “Why does he look like he's gonna suggest another idiotic idea to Mike and I'm gonna have to kick both their asses?”. sympathy — “The poor thing, he looks so miserable, I should probably hug him. Or, that distant relative I know nothing about who'd be a perfect match for him could hug him”.
✉ - Steve
{Text}: Hey Stars and Stripes, we need to get you laid, let's go to a club.
❛ brush ❜ - Killian
; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character's reaction to your character running their fingers through my character's hair.
It wasn't as if his touch was unfamiliar; but this, a gentle stroke of rough fingertips through darkened locks seemed more intimate now that it was more than hands upon line, rail or helm. He treated her with a fragility, as if she were glass and could be broken at any given moment. And perhaps she could, at least, sometimes she felt like it. This newly formed skin was so much more fragile than her usual wooden self. Sensitive.
She sighed, leaning into his shoulder and enjoying the moment, for she wouldn't think she'd get another chance like this in some time. It wasn't often Killian showed that side she knew was buried down deep. Lost but not forgotten. Hands slid under the leather of his coat and wrapped around his back, holding him close, just as she wanted to do in his many times of loss. Their travels would never be easy, hell, they would never be easy, but in the end they would always have each other. No matter how great the storm.
Morgan was shaking her head — not a good sign. Her third beer was already half empty — not a good sign. And she was now going through Phil's records ——— not a good sign at all. “This sucks. This sucks. This one sucks. This all sucks. Your taste is s h i t, man”. With a groan, she grabbed the first Andersen-approved record she could find and turned the volume on, loudly appreciating her own decision. “Alright, where's the Twister?”. As she rummaged through Phil's stuff as if it was her own (not like he hadn't done the same to their apartment on multiple occasions, really), Morgan smiled enthusiastically when she stumbled into some sort of white, fancy blanket — the kind of expensive stuff she really wasn't supposed to wrap around herself, spreading her arms like a bird and yelling “Mike. Mike, look. I'm the Swan Queen”. Ah, alchol. It really does bring out the best in people.
"Can I help you?"
"Sleep it off." - Killian
"I don't need sleep, Killian, I've slept for two bloody days!"
