#mpeve

[exmpxfelix]

carved out;

@mpeve -- continued from [ here ]

Felix was relieved that the weather was improving. Winter on the island had been a rather trying time for the Australian boy, and the fact that the snow was gone and the sun was back was a miracle as far as he was concerned. However, most days he still found it fairly cold-- nothing compared to the last few months, but there was still enough of a chill in the air that he made it routine to stop by a cafe to get a hot chocolate on the way home from work every day.

He was just debating, hot chocolate in hand, on whether he wanted to continue on his way home immediately or take a seat in the cafe for a while, when he suddenly spotted a familiar face. “Oh, hi Eve!” He greeted her cheerfully, walking over to the table she was sitting at. “Mind if I join you?” It had been a while since he had seen her, so it would be nice to chat for a while.

Suddenly he paused, his brow furrowing slightly as his eyes fixed on the knife in her hand. “Um... Eve? Why are you stabbing the table?”

[mpyiyang]

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@mpeve

“But your face is like a cat-” The Chinese girl said as she held a set of plush cat ears in hand while Eve argued with her that she was not going to wear them let alone the outfit Yiyang had picked for her with it. “A big, fluffy, norwegian forest cat.” Maybe it wasn’t the comparison most girls wanted to hear as the breed was rather large. Especially not in the monotone voice Yiyang brought it in. But she had merely meant that Eve’s features reminded her of one, as well as her boldness. The cats colorful fur and fluffiness to her was like a statement fashion choice. And knowing the girl did burlesque, didn’t it fit with the feather accesories of that scene as well? 

Yiyang moves her hand back, not intending in any way to force Eve. As they had been eating dinner together in her apartment, graciously brought over by Eve because well... Yiyang sometimes forgot to eat when she wasn’t in character, she had looked at her and the simple thought she looked like a cat had escalated into this. What was wrong with dressing like a cat? Was it the sexual implication some saw in it? “If you prefer I might have a big and feathered dress instead.” She offered, in place of the velvet bright orange shorts and top along with with arm gloves and kneehigh socks. The idea of catwoman which Eve maybe preferred had however not come to girls mind...

[mpxblairkim]

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☽ dressing your character

She stepped into the bathroom when Eve called for her, reaching to carefully zip up her dress from behind. It could have been an innocent moment, just friends helping one another out, but Blair couldn’t help herself. “I like this on you, by the way,” she complimented, leaning in to Eve’s ear, “Real cute.”

[mpxkairo]

Stronger | Kairo & Eve

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Kairo hadn’t quite realized that Eve was teasing him - that sort of subtly went right over his head so, when she suggested that he was weak, he promptly proved to her otherwise. He never forgot that he was the God of Evil, and therefore had a reputation to uphold (even if it was one he did not feel he deserved).

“Hm, well actually,” he hummed to himself, suddenly turning with Eve now forgotten on his shoulder, “I wouldn’t say that I am the strongest. Surely someone will be stronger. Though if it were to come down to a fight, I could just squash everyone in an earthquake - in which case I would then be the strongest. I wonder.” He paced a few times in the room, only remembering her when he’d looked into a mirror.

“Oh! Right— did you want to come down yet?”

[mpxhwiyoung]

Bed Time | Hwiyoung & Eve

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He should have just left her at the bar - some other poor soul might’ve tried to take her home, then he’d be the one having to deal with her drunk and obnoxious ass. But alas, they were already at his apartment and he’d already come too far in trying to be a ‘nice friend’. “Oh, shut the fuck up,” he slurred, half out of it himself, “Or I’m kicking you to the floor.”

Instead though, his hands reached to Eve’s waist and pulled her in right against him, tucking the end of the blanket to her other side. “Last chance,” he responded, eyes half closed, “... Swear I’ll never let you sleep over again.”

[aphroditexmp]

Lap Sat | Aphrodite & Eve

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“Just let me know if you can’t feel your legs anymore, okay?”

Eve turned around to remind Aphrodite, whose lap she was sitting on. The demigoddess really needed a break from these killer high-heels, yet there was no vacant seat around, and she just couldn’t flop down on the floor in the gown she was wearing. The Greek goddess of beauty was kind enough to offer some help, and Eve was shameless enough not to say no. It was kind of a weird scene to look at, but Eve didn’t care, partly because Aphrodite looked and smelled so nice, plus it was actually quite comfortable sitting on her lap.

It was a highly unusual situation: Aphrodite was more used to sitting on other people’s laps than being the one sat on, but considering just how pretty the little demigoddess was, she figured that she’d break her own rule just once. “And if I don’t feel my legs anymore, might I suggest that we just switch?” she teased, a hand around her waist, “But don’t worry. I simply cannot let you be sitting on the ground in such a gorgeous garment.”

As if to emphasise her words, Aphrodite’s fingertips brushed over the neckline of Eve’s dress, feeling the fabric beneath her slender fingers. “Of course, they say that the face makes the dress,” she added with a smile. She would know: as the Goddess of Love and Beauty, she was certain that she’d make even a potato sack look marvellous.

[exmpsveinn]

“ what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of? ” She asked, shifting her gaze from the art in front of them to Sveinn. A faint smirk on her face as she added, "Cause if you're from the second, we might have some sort of past life connection."

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he’s not usually fond of large amounts of people and being in the middle of them, has walked out of plenty an event before simply because the hustle and bustle of all the people around him became too much for him to bear, making him even more cranky than usual. all of that changes, however, when there’s art involved. it’s perhaps the one passion in his life and the one thing that will always soften him down, even when it involves other people and sometimes even when those people are annoying.

in this case, coming across his coworker was more of a happy accident. not that he was so blazingly fond of evelyn before, but the mere fact that she showed up to this art exhibition out of interest for it gives them something they share, and during the time they’ve spent wandering around it so far, her comments and insights have been surprisingly entertaining.

just like this particular one, the sculpture they’re currently looking at a strange mixture of elements that make it look like monsters crawled straight out of hell and into this exhibition. when evelyn turns to him with a smirk as she makes that comment, he can’t help the smile that spreads on his face, and he gives it a more critical look.

“what’s in the second circle of dante’s inferno?” he asks, because though he’s heard the term and is somewhat familiar with the idea, he doesn’t have an instant recollection of exactly what the second circle encompasses, and it does seem to be vital to know in order to understand the full joke made. or maybe it’s not even a joke at all, who’s to say?

[mpxjinny]

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Sitting still, back straight and doe eyes focused on the other girl's face, Jinsoul watched Eve paint her nails with a sense of open reverence. There was just something about the demigoddess that had commanded her attention since their first meeting.

It seemed a bit like a one way sort of infatuation, but Jinsoul was okay with that, especially because if you asked her it seemed like the other was starting to warm up. They were spending nice time together right now, after all. She thought.

"I don't think I've ever done black nail polish. It's very sophisticated-"