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"Is that my shirt?"
“Hard to say, it came from your closet but doesn’t reek of your fear toxin.” She wasn’t taking it off either way. Wearing leaves all the time wasn’t that comfy, and Crane was tall enough for his shirt to be like a dress on her.
@masteroftoxin
“You’re not doing your job very well.” He points at a crow pecking something off the ground.
"So, what do I have to do to get a kiss from someone like you?"
Send my muse "So, what do I have to do to get a kiss from someone like you?" @masteroftoxin
“It doesn’t take much, darling. Just kiss me.”
masteroftoxin replied to your photo “Jonathan Crane goes to kill his unnamed half-sister.”
#WorldsBestBrother
// It must be the Keeny curse to be terrible family members.
“Fucking squiggles.”
“Either you’re trying to draw something, or there’s something else in that drug of yours that does weirder shit that I thought.”
@masteroftoxin X
Pamela Isley was not one to grow so attached to a human, until she met some of the other Rogues. There were the ones she despised, tolerated, and loved. Harley Quinn was a good friend, and perhaps it could have been more, if she didn’t meet Jonathan Crane.
The two were very close allies, breaking each other out of Arkham, scheming together, and helping to improve each other’s different toxins. Jonathan even went out of his way to take care of her misplaced shoulder, and help her stay healthy in Winter seasons. Sure, she’d take care of him when ill, but he was the first to understand the weakening state in colder weather.
Understanding Jonny’s difficulty with feeling affection, she was more than patient with him. Ivy would only be more passionate if he would allow, even if it was almost rare. Yet lately, he’s been more open with her, which she seemed pretty proud of.It wasn’t until he moved in front of her, and her latest iris flowers, when she’d find him initiating their kiss before she could say a word, hands moving to the back of his neck and arms around his shoulders like vines.
Slowly, as Pam let their tongues meet, per request, her fingers gripping his hair, out of passion, and appreciation.
