#para:luca

[racheladale]

⛸ for our muses to go ice skating together

Rachel was having the best December she could possibly imagine. All of her Christmassy costumes had been a huge hit -- and she’d had so many that she barely had to do laundry! She had so many fun photos of all the Christmassy things she’d been doing to remember how happy she’d been, but there was still so much more to do, too. When Luca invited her ice-skating, she’d immediately thrown on candy cane leggings, a puffy red coat, and dangly candy cane earrings to complete her costume for the day, and she bounced almost all the way to the rink to meet her friend. “Oh yay, the skates are white instead of brown, now I don’t look like a burnt candy cane!” she giggled as she laced them up, imagining she could stand up and twirl around to show everyone how happy she was to be here. Only twirling wasn’t something she knew how to do; she tried the instant she and Luca hit the ice, clunkily moving her skates to try and look like an elegant figure skater, and instead she toppled down, first minute on the ice. Looking up at Luca from the ice, she just laughed at her own plight, calling, “You look like a giant gingerbread man from down here, Luc! Help me up, pretty pretty please, so you can be a regular sized gingerbread man instead.”

@fairyluca

[weseltonsdarcy]

⛄ for our muses to build a snowman

There were few things in life that Darcy Weselton treated with seriousness, but snow h one of them. She’d been waiting weeks, doing snow dances, checking the weather obsessively, cursing at the skies when it didn’t fall... And now that it finally had, she would build the perfect snowman. That wasn’t a promise, it was a threat -- any of her friends who dared help her in the building process had to be prepared for perfection, because she wouldn’t accept anything less. “No, you’re not packing the snow tight enough, that ball’s going to sink in on itself when we try to put another one on top of it!” she barked at Luca, glaring at the snowman base he was trying to make. She thought it was padded too loosely, and she left her middle-ball to bounce through the snow over to him, poking her finger into it and watching the snow dissipate back onto the ground. “Told you it wasn’t sturdy enough! Again!”

@fairyluca

[paisleeotten-blog]

Wild Ones || Paislee and Luca

Paislee giggled with her friend as she threw yet another shot back. She had been at this party for a little less than an hour, but she had already made herself comfortable with the environment. She had a few shots, and was letting the night have it’s control over her. It wasn’t long before her friend had managed to get wrapped up with one of the other guest, leaving Paislee to decided whether she should leave, or wait it out to see if there was any other parties she could get to before the night was over. As she walked through someone’s foot tripped hers and she bumped into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said before she realized that she recognized the man she had bumped into. Paislee and Luca weren’t well acquainted, but they had seen each other around the party seen a few times. “Well hello.” She smiled sweetly before she looked to see what was in his hand. “Ooh, what’s that?”

[kendall-shae-blog]

Read Your Mind || Kendall → Luca

Kendall couldn't help but pace around her room in both anticipation and excitement. Whenever she was around the time of needing to feed and there was a willing person involved--which there always was in most cases--her hands had a slight tendency to shake and she seemed to suffer from ADD by not being able to keep still. The blood in her veins was pulsing, her already pounding; all signs of eagerness that only came around with the want for sex. And the one who was to be over soon, well, he was good enough looking to have her panties drop in a second.

Luckily, Luca was an Immortal, which meant that she couldn't possibly kill him through sex. They'd get rough, some bruising possibly involved depending if her anxiousness came out to play, but in no way would she harm him. She knew she was about to have fun.

No longer wanting to just pace around, Kendall tidied up whatever her hands laid on and her apartment was soon looking as spotless as it could get, given that it was already clean to begin with. Not knowing what else to do, she decided that perhaps she should sort through her lingerie and pull something on just for the shits and giggles. So, walking her way to her dresser in her bedroom, she pulled out the drawer that held her more provocative garments and slipped into a red lace set that she liked the look of. Clipping the pieces together at the thighs, she needed not a look in the mirror to know that she looked like a Temptress on the move. Now all she needed was Mr. Berserker to ring her doorbell--in both the literal and sexual sense.