20. pressing the other's hand against their cheek orrrrrrr 43. raising the other's hand to their lips to kiss it softly for Tegan/Mirlene? >:]
Write soft Tegan/Mirlene moments? Don't threaten me with a good time :3 Short and sweet but I had a lot of fun with this. 541 words, no warnings.
"You're hands are shaking, mon coeur, are you feeling alright?" Mirlene's voice is tinged with a concern you don't think you deserve. No, you know you don't, not after what you did — toying with both your hearts like a child smashing together his toys, a game of make believe with no consequences and nobody to get hurt. Jane got to play the games you never could in your own body and now that charade was over.
And now she was siting here, still calling you by unearned endearments, new ones, not the ones she had for Jane and for that you are grateful even though some stupidly sentimental part of you misses it.
"I'm fine…it just happens sometimes." The involuntary tremors were common, souvenirs from your fall and you know your mask must be slipping pretty badly if she could tear herself from her work to worry over you.
"Is there anything I can do?" She asks, still in that soft and intimate tone she reserved for Jane. And now you. Sincere in her desire to help, to fix what what's broken — you're both alike in that way, analytical minds seeing a problem and immediately looking for the solution but you were shattered and put back together wrong and no one can undo that, not even a certified genius. You don't tell her that, she'd only take it as a challenge and you don't want to distract her from her work, though you suppose you are anyway.
"No. It's fine. It'll stop after a while." If you can stop thinking about it, you know its exacerbated by stress and that's all your life is most of the time. You came to her lab to relax, to help out, to attempt to rebuild the relationship you nearly ruined, but it's hard. You focus on the notebook in front of you, your assigned task. You can't keep up with her research but numbers have always made sense to you and you can do the equations that would have just been trivial busy work for her. Maybe if you increase the pressure your hands won't shake as much but you're already threatening to tear through the paper.
You're eyes are too busy boring into the scribbled numbers that you don't even see her reach out until its too late. She places a perfect hand over your ugly one, yours with its rough, scared skin and bruised knuckles, only you realize hers aren't perfect, not really, there are still the little pock marks from soldering accidents etched into her dark skin and a small crescent shaped scar on her thumb you've never asked about. It doesn't change the fact that she would still want to touch you over the soft manicured hands of Jane. It's absurd. Laughable. And the little sound that comes out of your throat could almost be mistaken for one.
To your horror she raises your hand to her perfect lips. Only they're not perfect, there's that spot where her lipstick has worn away, where she chews her lip when thinking. You marvel at the little dark red lipstick stain against your knuckles as she sets your hand back down with a smile.
welcome to my woke wedding, we've got: two smoking brides (nonbinary), one ugly ass groom (alcoholic) and one of the bride's boyfriend (t4t) and if you don't like it, get out!!!!
(The beautiful Dina belongs to @crowshuh)
Wanted to keep doing some of these prompts and seeing "wedding" in the "what they would wear to a formal event" prompt made me black out and this appear. I love wedding attire <3
merry yurimas have some risqué juno and suramirlene sketches I may or may not get around to rendering further depending on my health cos lol I am flaring up big time hashtag #chronicallyill
two more under the cut for being slightly more spicy 🙈
yay for eroticizing bullet wound scars left by the other party 🎉🎉🎊🎊🥳
(undescribed) at the request of @cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal i am posting my merles, including double trouble mortum and soft mortumstep with cigs’ own mateo <3
