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[dahliaviolet]

@professionalspears, cont.

[text] She is not here, but you, mister, want to be here in time. 

She tapped the ‘send’ icon with a tad more force then necessary and immediately regretted it, for the message wasn’t intended to sound that harsh. With a sigh, Dahlia sat at the edge of the bathtub and dipped her fingers under the thick layer of scented foam. Already colder than she wanted it to be, but that had to wait for a few minutes.

[text] Sorry, darling. Drive responsibly, will you?

[domina-gladiis]

`Blind Date`

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Our muses have been set up on a blind date. Send ✿ for a starter.

                                                               {♔}

     T his hadn’t been Elizabeth’s idea in the first place. In fact, she had just recently gotten over a break up with a long term boyfriend, and had opted to stay low until her career had taken flight. However, one of her dearest and closest friends thought that it wasn’t fair for such a sweet, loving girl as Elizabeth to be single. And seeing as to how another friend of hers had been very much single, decided it would be smart to set her two friends together on a date just so they weren’t feeling so lonely.

     A fter much convincing from Elizabeth’s friend, Elizabeth had decided to give it a shot. What damage would there be to go on a small little date with a stranger? Who knew if it would lead her to the man that would one day become her husband?

     D ressed up in one of the nicest dresses she owned, and making sure that her makeup had been entirely flawless, Elizabeth arrived at the restaurant that her friend said this blind date would meet her at, nervous grin on her features as she entered the building, looking around to see who it very well could possibly be waiting for her. It seemed at first as if the majority of the people there had already been who they were meant to be with. But then, her eyes landed on him.

     A n older male-at least ten years older than she-looking about nervously as if preparing for someone. It was peculiar, since her friend had told her her date would have been around the same age as her. Maybe it had been a mistake on her friends part and she meant older? Whatever it was, it’s clear that he had to have been waiting for her. And she wouldn’t make him wait any longer.

     W altzing her way to the table the stranger had been sitting at, Elizabeth flashed him her prettiest smile; in hopes to ease his nerves and to reassure she was simply here to have a good time with him.

     ‘ Excuse me sir, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re waiting for someone? And if I may be so bold to say, it might be for a blind date? If that’s the case, then I believe I am your date for the evening! ‘

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[isabella-clair-marx]

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Continued from X

          ⊰ ♞ ⊱ Endless. That was the word that inevitably surfaced her consciousness when she thought of work. But that’s what happens when you become a company’s go-to. When you’re good at your job, you become an anchor to depend on. Today had been particularly strenuous, as she was called into a field job, partnered with a clumsy newbie, too cocky to realize the threats their carelessness posed on a mission. Like always, Isabella ended up doing all the leg work. Not to mention the paperwork that accompanied afterwards.

          So when her gaze met William’s on the train after work, it was nothing short of cold collected hunger.

          It was a strange routine of theirs now. A secret held close. If not for fear of their reputations, or their lives, but for distrust towards each other. They were both a means to an end, a way to relax in these stressful professions. Nothing more, nothing less.

          Yet, these little ‘breathers’ they shared together were an ironic sense of stress in themselves. Despite their close skinship, they would always remain guarded towards each other for the sake of their companies. Isabella believed it had always been that way. Since university anyway.

          She stepped off at the next stop, knowing William would get off at the next. With this, they wouldn’t be seen together. Their destination was the same however. She shot a glance over her shoulder towards the impassive male, a look that conveyed he shouldn’t waist any time in joining her, brisk steps echoing as she left the train with a defined and sharp click in each footfall. Not that he probably thought much of her glances. They probably irritated him more than anything. Though, she knew he, like herself, wouldn’t tolerate her if she was exceptionally irritating. Otherwise, what was the point?

          She unlocked the door to the small vacation home owned by her family, typically abandoned making it ideal for these such visits, and hung up her coat, making her way to the master bedroom and stripping to shower, letting the hot water steam up the mirrors and turn her skin red. William would be there soon, depending on his pace, he knew the way in.

[dahliaviolet]

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“Yes,” William replied, leaning over the counter to gently pull Dahlia towards him. “That’s the idea.” His lips brushed against hers for a few seconds, fingertips warm against her neck, and breath teasing. Then, pulling back he looked into her eyes. “Enough?”

“You don’t know what is enough until you find out what is too much.” she whispered against his lips. William was so close she could feel his breath on her skin and as far as Dahlia was concerned, the little kiss did not satisfy her urge to lean over the counter and kiss him senseless.

[dahliaviolet]

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My muse hasn't had a proper meal in days. Send "🥘" to feed them something good., @professionalspears

“And you say that I act like your mum,” Dahlia mumbled, although a tired smile was tugging at the corners of her lips. Her talent as well as passion for cooking were infamous and when Gregory wasn’t at home, she didn’t even bother trying. There was always something more fun to do with her time than burning instant noodles.

“Had I known you were such a good cook, we would’ve started dating much earlier,” she teased, tasting the food set in front of her. Then her expression softened and the mischievous glimmer disappeared from her eyes. “Thank you, darling.” 

[dahliaviolet]

@professionalspears, cont.

It wouldn’t take a mind-reader to guess the phone call didn’t go the way William hoped it would. Her fingers itched to reach out and smooth down the worry lines on his forehead as he spoke.

Instead, Dahlia focused on the book on her lap - or tried to, at least. Once he hung up, she closed the novel, looked up and asked as nonchalantly as she could: “Bad news?”

[dahliaviolet]

Ship: Dahlia / William / Grell ((because I need this!!!!))

Send me a ship and I will tell you: (Sleeping!), @thereaperqueen, @professionalspears

Who is a night owl: It depends. Grell can get pretty caught up in her work and then it takes William and Dahlia’s joined forces to get her to sleep. On the other hand, Dahlia, given her profession, regularly tends to be the last one to bed.Who is a morning person: Dahlia is usually up first, but it’s recommendable not to talk to her for the first hour or so. Unless you made coffee. Are they cuddlers: I’d say yes - Grell being the biggest snuggle bug. William is way more subtle about this, but he still enjoys the attention.Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: Grell is the ultimate little spoon, because it makes her feel safe and loved. William tends to be the big spoon. Dahlia isn’t particularly into spooning. What is their favourite sleeping position: Depends who is available at the given moment. When it’s just William and Grell, William holds Grell from behind with his face buried in her hair. When it’s William and Dahlia, Dahlia sleeps with her head on his chest - when we have Grell and Dahlia, Grell likes to be held and tucks her head under Dahlia’s chin more often than not. When they’re all together, Grell is usually in the middle and Dahlia on the side closest to the door, since she wakes up and sneaks out most frequently. Who steals all the blankets: Grell. What if she got cold and couldn’t sing?!What they wear to bed: William wears classical striped pyjamas. Grell doesn’t really see the point in nightwear that isn’t sexy, but sometimes she’ll borrow his and it’s the most adorable sight. Dahlia prefers classy nightgowns and she’s particularly fond of luxury materials like silk. Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: William, but chances are he’d never admit it. Who falls asleep mid-conversation: William, because he keeps pushing himself way too hard.Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Surprisingly, Dahlia. She has these recurring nightmares about being buried alive.Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Maybe Grell? She seems most likely to have an accident like that.Who can’t keep their hands to themselves: Grell again. It’s not her fault her partners are irresistible B)

[dahliaviolet]

Ship: Grell / Dahlia / William ^^

send me a ship and I’ll tell you…, @professionalspears, @thereaperqueen

who is more likely to hurt the other? They all have the capacity to hurt, but I feel Grell might be the most likely to lash out in anger.who is emotionally stronger? William and Dahlia are about the same, both with the stiff upper lip.who is physically stronger? Grell, thanks to all that training she has to go through for her shows. who is more likely to break a bone? Grell again, due to her lifestyle.who knows best what to say to upset the other? William and Grell already have a history together, so they probably know each other’s sensitive points way too well. who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? Dahlia, but they’re all so stubborn that the apology wouldn’t come too soon. who treats who’s wounds more often? Dahlia again; she tends to mum them both. who is in constant need of comfort? They all need comfort - Grell is most likely the one to ask for it directly. William would hope one of his ladies is a mind-reader and Dahlia would sneakily look for an excuse to cuddle a bit, unless she has one of those moods when she’s distancing herself from everyone. who gets more jealous? Dahlia, for obvious reasons. She’s trying not to show it, but she carries over a lot of scars from her marriage. who’s most likely to walk out on the other? William. I feel he’d rather leave than get into a messy, emotional argument. who will propose? Kind of irrelevant, given their situation.who has the most difficult parents? Grell? It sure isn’t Dahlia.who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? Grell, since William and Dahlia aren’t particularly into PDA. who hogs the blankets? Grell and she’s very unapologetic about it! A lady needs her beauty sleep!who gets more sad? Dahlia, definitely.who is better at cheering the other up? Depends on the situation; each of them has their method - Grell would try to make the others laugh and lavish them with affection. William would simply listen and be there for them, giving the others enough time to calm down on their own, while Dahlia would get some coffee ready and hold the one in need of cheering up.who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Grell. I just know, okay.who is more streetwise? Grell. She was thrown into the whole adulting thing pretty abruptly.who is more wise? Again, it would be a tie between William and Dahlia. who’s the shyest? Depends on the situation, but it’s generally William who is the most reserved one. Dahlia is close second, but in her line of business she needs to charm people. who boasts about the other more? Grell. She’s so in love with those two nerds B’)who sits on who’s lap? Grell sits on William’s lap whenever she can. In turn, William likes to rest his head on Dahlia’s lap and good luck to anyone who would want to get him out of there.