My babes are here! Yay! I'll get to all the things in an hour or so when I'm home from work.
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My babes are here! Yay! I'll get to all the things in an hour or so when I'm home from work.
Just kiss already + nullamlibertas. Don't thank me.
Cethin’s kissing booth || accepting
There he was. Sitting at the bar drinking like the miserable little troll he WAS. Cethin hummed a laugh quietly. As predictable as ever, she thought fondly before sitting next to him on the bar and ordering the usual; a single-malt of Bowmore on rocks. For some reason Nate STILL hadn’t noticed her, so she decided upon a method more to her own taste.
“Hey, FUCKFACE.” The second Nate turned his head and be- fore could respond in any way to her customary insult, Cethin had pressed her lips on his while pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. But being the tease she was, she yet again without warning pulled away and smiled smugly. “SURPRISE. Miss me?”
(╯°□°)╯
While Peyton had been talking to Nathaniel, some other man from across the bar had been looking at her. She informed Nathaniel of this information, but he tried to assure her that the stranger was probably looking at someone else. Unfortunately, that was proved wrong when Nathaniel stepped away to use the bathroom.
Sitting along at the bar counter, the stranger only then decided to make a move. Peyton rubbed her neck awkwardly, hearing the man go on about how pretty she was. At first, it was flattering, and she replied with simple thanks. But then his words shifted into much more descriptions along the lines of what he would do to her.
Before she could tell him to back the fuck off, someone had beaten her to it . . . with a punch. The harasser fell against the bar counter and Peyton let out a surprised yelp. Looking to her savior, Peyton said a rather angry Nathaniel standing, knuckles red.
“Nathaniel, what the hell did you do?” Peyton asked, her voice stern as she slipped out of the chair and in front of him. Pressing a hand on his chest, preventing him for aiming for a round two, Peyton told him in a low voice, “Let’s get out of here. C’mon.”
( nullamlibertas )
“NATE. NATE, WAKE up. Do you hear that?”
[ sneaks behind the peyton with a puppy, grinning from ear to ear ] u w u
nate is making the peyton happy!!
peyton was currently painting a picture, just testing the stroke lines that of a new brush set she had purchased to replace her old, falling apart ones. but when she heard a small bark, she jumped and turned around, seeing a grinning nate with a puppy in his arms.
at first, she thought that she was imagining things, but with a blink, she seen that the puppy was real. the puppy was before her. suddenly, a smile broke out on peyton’s face and she dropped her paintbrush to the cup of water.
embracing the dog in her arms, she giggled uncontrollably. lately, the feeling of lonesome consumed her when nate had to go on his hunts, and peyton had rambled on about how quiet it got and that she needed something like a dog. she didn’t mean it at the time, but nate was kind enough to get one for her.
“he’s ours to keep, right?”
"I’m I’m not a monster.”
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“Hey, Cu-...Oh,... It’s you again. I’d offer you a drink still, but I’d probably only get more questions.”
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