#mistressofmischief

[mei-sylvany]

My db oc againn

[mei-sylvany]

no longer a demon

[mei-sylvany]

[mari-jimenez1181]

I really have the best boyfriend. After an amazing time @golfnstuffventura and a great dinner @yolandasmexicancafe , he gives me the most wonderful gifts for our #sixmonthanniversary He embraces my passions 😍 and loves me as I am. I’m incredibly blessed and very thankful. So, the gifts.. a framed photo of #tomhiddleston with autograph and name plate. An awesome makeup bag (with glitter all over it!! 😍),Tom Hiddleston mug,#loki #mistressofmischief , @originalfunko #funkopop #britneyspears and #biancabelair I just don’t know how to fully express how happy I am. I treasure these so much but even more; the wonderful and thoughtful man they came from. I never expect such things and I appreciate them so much. My heart fills with joy 💗💗💗 https://www.instagram.com/p/CfQ1ThzuZ26/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[optimistictroll]

[12:37:41] OT: ;33 < i am totally calm

[12:37:52] OT: ;33 < even if your cuteness is pawlmost ofurwhelming

[12:38:17] TC: oh my god ok im fine with being cute but thats a little too cute

[12:38:23] TC: like goddamn im not even kawaii

[12:38:28] TC: just kinda like general cute guy kinda cute

[12:38:34] TC: store brand cute even

[12:38:42] OT: ;33 < nah

[12:39:15] OT: ;33 < youre the kind of cute that can only be found in like side road purrlaces

[12:39:22] OT: ;33 < and its so amazing

[12:39:30] OT: ;33 < that efurryone wants some

[12:39:57] OT: ;33 < so it gets really famous

[12:40:04] OT: ;33 < and then efurryone tries to get the cute

[12:40:09] OT: ;33 < and the cute becomes legendary

[12:40:36] TC: that sounds so fucking badass

[12:40:40] TC: fine ill take it

[12:40:43] TC: im legendary cute status

[12:40:45] TC: its a thing now

[12:40:46] TC: youve done it

[12:40:49] TC: im convinced

[gillfester]

It's okay..."Just relax."

RL:  Не вы смели сказать мне «просто отдохнуть».  

Вы знаете, ничего из того, что я сделал.

[gillfester]

Raven?  Is everything quite all right?

[gillfester]

Don’t chase the rabbit

"Honestly, Strider. Of all people I’d expect you to be the least afraid of something so simple as a little dance.  Whatever happened to those ‘sick moves’ of yours?"

Rose laughs like bells, light and high and airy.  While her companion’s face doesn’t change, she knows that somewhere deep down he’s alt least grown tolerable of her teasing over the past few months.

Gloved hands take hers when she least expects it, silk on leather providing an interesting parallel to their personalities as a whole.  A sarcastic little curling of the lip tells her she’ll have to reflect on that later.

"Nah, Lalonde. I was just waiting for ya’ to quit hyper analyzing everything and get your butt on the dance floor," he says, adjusting the opaque filter of his masquerade mask.  Ah, Dave.  Ever the man of mystery.

"I’m all about these fancy lady parties, I mean damn.  Wheres my powdered wig?"  

Rose sighs heavily, though the amused curl of her lips gives her away as a fraud.  

"Poor, misguided Dave.  When will you learn?"  She extends an elbow, silk-clad fingers hanging like ebony chandeliers.  

"You have to ask me to dance if you want me to get my, and I quote: ‘Butt on the dance floor’."

Dave drops to a knee, taking her hand instead and clearing his throat in a manner that for a moment has Rose concerned he’s going to beatbox.  She wouldn’t put it past him.

"Yea.  That’s what’s up.  I mean," he adopts the same tone he uses on ‘no homos’ and ‘haha losers’, sailing brows past the rim of his mask.  Impressive.

"Verily so, m’lady.  May I, David Elizabeth Strider, ask that you, Rosalynn I-forgot-your-middle-name Lalonde dance with me on this most marvelous of nights?"

Rose giggles in earnest at his display.

"Yes, yes, now get up.  You’re going to ruin your suit, idiot."

Dave gives a grin that reads ‘checkmate’, adopting his usual swagger as he leads her onto the spacious dance floor where music pours like fine wine from the speakers.

There are others there, of course, all of them dressed in period-appropriate wear as requested.  Rose watches in the same sense that she always does, taking in details most would miss until she feels the warm slide of his hand.

Dave waggles eyebrows at her, though it doesn’t change the practiced horizon of his mouth.

"We gonna do this or what, spacehead?"

The music swells and Rose takes her first steps, dress whispering across her ankles.  She looks up at him, the faux-blue of her contacts meeting the veil of his mask, but they each know what the other holds.

Red and purple.  Fire and water.  Rose rests her hands on his waist, taking comfort in the steady heat that even now bleeds through his clothes.

"Yes.  Yes, I think we are."