#mcrality

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“I--” She started before the familiar man could speak. How would she explain her disappearing act? “You weren’t supposed to see me,” she said as she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t expect him to come around the corner like he did. She had been so careful and successful up until now.

[sixteensilverbullets]

@mcrality​

#if you could all just @ milo on twitter and tell him that i am Legal and Ready#that would be ace

seems as if we have the same dreams.

[likeart]

@mcrality:

         peter takes a fraction of a step backward, right hand lifting to cover the laceration on his forehead. the skin beneath is already knitting itself together. if dark brown hues had found him just a fraction of a second later, the blood would already have been wiped off and hernando would have been none the wiser. alas, he’s left fumbling for a way to get himself out of this, fingers still blocking the ( lack of a ) wound.

                             ❛   oh        it’s nothin’, really.

    the faltering footsteps do little to disguise the fact that     he’s seen what can only be described of as a preternatural     reaction to hurt and injury. like the leaves of a mimosa, what     lay torn and besmirched with sticky red closes upon itself     in nary a heartbeat, fusing, weaving skin, red tissue underneath     with reactionary swiftness; this was apparently as habitual as     suckling down a breath for peter. the man didn’t appear too jarred     by it.

        standing agape, hernando could only offer so little         in the shape of proper composure. exasperation           weighed down fine valleys into his skin, by the         ends of his eyes. he’s seen things, sure.          but never-- that. 

     “ it’s-- it’s gone. 

           the cut isn’t there anymore. ”

[getsherhandsdirty]

@mcrality

       “ i promise to behave––- ” the (not quite heartfelt or truthful) vow is lost to the ever-closing space that separates their mouths. even with eyelids at half-mast, sly mirth shines there as they scan the vampire’s face. fingers find the collar of his shirt as she sinuously surges forward, lips ghosting over his own as she pulls the pin on the grenade at the tip of her tongue. “ -–– sir. ”

[tigcrlady]

   ❛ are you awake? ❜ a quiet whisper, she turns her head towards his sleeping form, receives no response. a moment passes, and then she reaches over and shakes him gently. when he stirs, she lays back down against the pillow and stares up at the ceiling. in a sleep-drowsed voice, he mumbles something. she assumes he’s asking what’s up, even though she can’t quite make out the words. 

   ❛ did you see it that night? ❜ she asks, not really expecting a response. he does respond, another jumble of sounds which she can tell is some kind of query - a confused tone. she sees him out of the corner of her eye, rubbing a hand over his face before he turns and props himself up beside her. 

   ❛ see what? ❜ he asks again, and this time the words are fairly clear, albeit groggy. she turns back towards him, eyes flicking over his face in the dimly lit room. even in the dark, she sees concern in his eyes. maybe some confusion. 

    ❛ shooting star. ❜ she replies, almost absently. ❛ that night in vegas. ❜ she clarifies, moving towards him a little bit, pressed up against his bare chest but still in her own space, looking up at him. ❛ there was a shooting star. ❜

     he shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. she turns on her side and he lays back, and she takes it as an opening to move closer to him again, move to rest on his chest with one arm crooked below her head, the other one drawing little patterns on his skin.

     ❛ when i was little, my maid elise used to tell me you could make wishes on them, and they’d come true. ❜ she spares a little smile, tracing a heart shape with her fingertip and then tapping the center gently. ❛ i never really believed her, you know... fairytales and all that. ❜ a pause. ❛ but i never could help myself. always had to make a wish. ❜ 

      his hand finds her hair and he runs his fingers through gently, just the slightest of touches. ❛ yeah? ❜ his voice is marked by an unmistakable smile, a warmness that creeps inside of her and finds its way to her heart. she replies with a humming mhmm, and continues to trace shapes on his skin, eyes slipping partially closed - lulled by the comfort of his careful and kind touch.

      ❛ i didn’t say anything back then because - you know - if you tell what your wish is it won’t come true, ❜ her eyes lifted up to his and she grinned, tapping six dots in a row up between his ribs. ❛ but i’m pretty sure it has. ❜ he strains upward to place a kiss against the top of her head and then lays back down.

     ❛ what’dya wish for? ❜ he drawls lazily, fingertips gently massaging her scalp near the base of her hairline. she hums again contentedly and walks her fingers up even further, along his throat and up to his jawline where they splay out to cup the shape of his cheek gently. there’s stubble below her hand.

     ❛ i wished that i’d be able to figure things out for once. ❜ she says, thumb brushing over his skin softly. she scoots herself further up on his chest and rests her chin on her arm a few inches away from his face. his hand still absently tangles in her hair and she can see a smile at the corners of a crooked mouth.  ❛ i wished that i’d get it right. i didn’t really know what i meant then, but i do now. ❜

     she lifts herself up and braces herself with a hand pressed against the pillow beside his head. he smiles at her and she smiles back. ❛ thanks to you. ❜ her thumb brushes gently again, she laughs and leans down to kiss him softly. it’s a whisper against his lips, her next words; quiet and low and tinted with a smile.  ❛ if i didn’t know any better, i’d probably think you somehow granted that wish. ❜

[tigcrlady]

PETER AND TRACY

chooses the pumpkin: probably tracy, because she likes to make a lot of the decisions and she has that thing for control. ‘it’s an executive decision, peter. this has to be thought through carefully.’ ... ‘OH MY GOD! THIS ONE LOOKS LIKE YOUR BROTHER’S HEAD, PETER!’

carves the pumpkin: um they both probably decide on the idea for it, but peter probably carves it because he probably has some kind of ability that will keep him from fucking it up too bad, whereas tracy would get frustrated and freeze it.

gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house: probably tracy but... she’s just faking and she’s not actually scared. she just likes peter’s reactions. alternatively if it is peter, tracy probably laughs and kisses his nose and reminds him that if anything actually does come after him he can basically annihilate it.

matching costume idea: uh well there’s that one i sent you but also i can totally imagine her being like ‘PETER YOU BE A GREASER AND I’LL BE A SOC’ and so she goes and gets something like this and he just gets a leather jacket and shit. hella.

makes a cozy bed-fort to cuddle in: i regret to say i do not think that tracy would be the one to do this...? i have no idea about peter honestly. he seems like he would but only in certain situations and i don’t know about w/ tracy omg.

steal’s the other’s candy: tracy. can’t trust politicians. 

accidentally gets lost in a corn maze: this is both of them. they go to a corn maze and get lost and tracy starts going ‘i watched a movie like this once, but the couple got murdered by some scary kids...’ while calmly pushing aside some corn stalks to check and see if she can find the other side of them because they really have nothing to fear from scary corn children.

tells spooky stories to scare the other: they probably just chill and tell scary stories back and forth and then when they finally decide to turn in and go to sleep tracy just goes ‘... okay i’m really scared can you hold me’ even though she’s not, like, at all. 

collects cool-looking leaves: in new york? somehow i kind of don’t think...