#ronincarcajou

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Do it.

IF YOU’RE BRAVE ENOUGH, SEND ME “DO IT.”

25. My muse kisses yours for the first time

//I’ve tried not to do repeating ones, but the generator kept popping out numbers I’ve already did anyway, so I am potentially sorry.

It wasn’t as if they hadn’t both caught a glimpse at each other in their barest states, and, according to that grin he had been sporting, Logan must have liked what he saw. And, let’s be honest, there was no denying that Inez was more than satisfied with her share of looks too. He tagged along on some of her jobs, proved to be more useful than she could have imagined; if someone told her she would grow close with the Wolverine, she probably would have laughed.

They were on two separate sides of the mutant spectrum. He was well-known and often times heroic when given the chance, she was nothing but a mercenary with a little too much zeal infused into her personality. It was only natural that there was a spark, at least, from her perspective. She’d have told you there was a spark well before they even officially met, playful and boasting over a nice cold beer to patrons who would listen and had fetishized mutants — who would cling to her every word.

She didn’t know whether being thought about in such a fashion was really much better than being thought about as nothing above a freak.

Her knuckles wrapped at his partially opened door before she peeked in and her eyes fell on him. “You almost ready to get goin’?” She asked, guns hot and ready in her holsters as she stepped into his room and gave a glance around.

He must have muttered something, and when he turned towards her, there was an itch that she couldn’t scratch, like one between the shoulder blades that made a gal look wild trying to soothe. She stepped towards him, height differece aside, cupped his cheeks ad drew him up to press her lips to his. She couldn’t say it was how she imagined it, but it was something she would have kicked herself for never trying.

Her lips worked slowly, deftly, until she pulled back almost reluctantly and spared him a smile. “Call if for good luck.”

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I have replies for room-for-hope and ronincarcajou drafted and will try to get them done tomorrow. I am just trying to muster muse for them right now.

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ronincarcajou 

[ frowns ] You didn't get taller...

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ronincarcajou replied to your post: ronincarcajou replied to your post: i did a double...

the buns, bring them. I’ll give you a pretty d

freaks some gyal a freaks a di week some gyal a freaks

theoriginalbloodcountess replied to your post: ronincarcajou replied to your post: i did a double...

ooc; Damn looking fierce and your eyebrows are nice too.

and I was about to get them done again lol, thanks bby

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ey ;)

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tellurianwitch replied to your post: theoriginalbloodcountess replied to your post: i...

[I thought that’s what they were FOR.]

lol THEY ARE. but ammit scares me sometimes man

ronincarcajou replied to your post: i know i’m not the only person with a muse that...

I…nope. None of them v_v

uhhuh i've a personal headcanon ur a freak cause your writing's so good

theoriginalbloodcountess replied to your post: theoriginalbloodcountess replied to your post: i...

ooc; Yessss I would and you’ve heard me on multiple times say it or write it out OOC. Hehehe.

my point exactly lmao