#nonnoceree

[arkhevia]

@nonnoceree started following you.

Kee pursed her lips, thinking it over, and nodded.  “Yeah...you need to rethink that plan. I can name three ways it’s gonna go wrong right off the bat, and that’s coming from me.” Anyone who knew her knew she didn’t care how reckless something was, since that tended to make it more fun.

[pointyxearedbastard-a]

sc.  /  @nonnoceree   ;   doctor mccoy

❝  there is no point in remaining here any longer, doctor. ❞

[camillelafaye]

I want the H

camille givin sugar meme || accepting!

6. The Lift hug

There had to be a sort of person for this. A type who was built for the stretches of barren loneliness which relationships of their nature mandated. It wasn’t even one of long-distance. Leonard and Camille both occupied the same city--his house was accessible even by her daily bus route, able to be reached the moment she was off of her nightly shifts with just four stops.

But still, she often went weeks without seeing him. Whether from his schedule or hers: the blend was hell’s handiwork. And the result -more times than not- yielded the ability only to see him for a few hours in the ungodly, sunless morning. He was so worn from the endless hours of a doctor’s duty, asleep on his feet and sometimes ragged enough to be trembling; she was aching to her bones and irritated from her own shifts, raw from her wear and wanting nothing more than to find refuge with him... in him. 

But neither could fully appreciate it with sleep so begged for in their limbs, and with obligation calling them apart again right alongside the sun’s rising.

But there were days like this, where there was reward for diligence on both ends... where he showed up in the means only childlike fantasy could match. A bouquet held in one hand, the other nervous and in his hair while he grumbled to himself. Camille rolled her eyes whenever she saw self-doubt remaining in him, but it lifted free from his movements the moment he saw her. And that look on his face, the pause in his steps that reacted to seeing her face saw her abandon the cafe doors... with the task of locking them equally as left behind. She could only see him, focus on him, want him, and show all of it with the desperation that squeezed her arms around his shoulders. It was heaven, just this little bit. Camille could feel his body sighing, feel nerves and requirement melting with his rumbling purr of missing her. 

Especially, though, especially, she could feel his gratitude in her willingness to wait each time. For him. The silent assurance that he was worth all of it, no matter the burden it was. It squeezed her back around her waist, and it parted her feet from the ground with the same ease that came with breathing for the doctor--despite the squealing and noises of her protest at being picked up. McCoy kept her suspended in the air, powdering her cheek with his ‘hey darlin’, and kissing her with his ‘you missed me, huh?’ 

“Yes I missed yo’ country ass!” She kissed him back, as though it were her bargaining chip for being able to stand on her on feet again, “I missed you, dummy, now toin me loose!”

@nonnoceree

[diedsaving-moved-blog]

✨ cont’d.

it’s a touchy subject, he gets it.  but the whole walking around on eggshells thing is tiring & tedious, & it really kind of pisses him off.  so, try as he might to be SENSITIVE with his remarks, to leave all the ones concerning his brushes with death unsaid & in silence, it’s just not happening today.  to hell with his friends’ sensitivities.  TODAY he’s dealing with it the only way he knows how -- with a cavalier shrug, the hint of a devil-may-care smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.  “it’s hard NOT TO.  i didn’t get the warning that the devil would be attractive until it was too late.”  // @nonnoceree​.

[amavitab]

@nonnoceree               (sc.)

          “  ----  i  don’t  NEED  your  help.  ”

[diedsaving-moved-blog]

nonnoceree replied to your post: if you want my body and you think I’m sexy come...

Honestly I’m more offended u have this icon. How is anyone supposed to concentrate

you’re not you’re just supposed to see the icon and like it for the booty and then you’re stuck with me 5ever

[camillelafaye]

@nonnoceree

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He made her blinks hazy, and stricken. At least with the first part of his answer, he had. The latter of it made the spell that was over Camille break at an instant, and she rolled her eyes openly before taking Leonard’s face in her hands.

“N-mm,” she answered, giving a shy grin, and pressing her lips to his for a heartfelt–albeit brief kiss before she spoke again, “Jus’ tryna see if you sick a’me yet. ‘Cause I been sick a’you.”

She laughed, then, biting her lip while she traced a thumb over his mouth.