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@sadbarebone || starter call
“Dear boy... What is it that makes you so sad?” Jerrianne doesn’t CARE. Not really. She simply sees an OPPORTUNITY. She T H R I V E S off the MISERY of others and this boy simply REEKS of it. Abuse, N E G L E C T, and something bubbling beneath the surface of his skin, ready to B L O W. THAT is what T R U L Y intrigues her, “You can TELL me, I won’t hurt you.”
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@sadbarebone Credence’s whole body shaking with ever hurried breath he took. “I…I killed the senator…” It hurt him to say it. He felt the burning of where his sins got him. Murder. Sure, he wasn’t in the best state of mind during the attack, but that was still him.
That’s what she was looking for. Almost immediately the ropes holding his wrist together fell to the floor. Percy settled once more in his lap and cradled his face in her hands pressed a soft kiss to his brow. “That’s a boy... Do you want to be forgiven Credence?”
@sadbarebone || shippy starter call
“Credence...” Jerri’s voice has a SING-SONG quality to it, head turning so as to look over her shoulder at the boy she’s TAKEN IN. The boy that she has every intention of TURNING. Now will not be that time, though... She wants to WAIT a little while. Gain his trust first. Play on that scent of LONGING and, if she sniffs really hard, LUSTING that is wafting from him. He is - what is the phrase that kids use nowadays? - CARRYING A TORCH for her. She moves SLOWLY, not wanting to SPOOK him, turning fully around and walking forward to where he is seated on her couch. She sits SOFTLY next to him, one hand resting on her own thigh, fingers DANGEROUSLY CLOSE to touching his own. The other finds its way to the back of his neck, gently cupping it with a BARELY THERE TOUCH, “Is there something you wish to tell me?”
Rules: tag 10 people you would like to get to know better. favorite place: Bed, and on my tumblr app relationship status: I have a GF favorite color: Blue or Red pets: Anlann! She’s my baby (dog) last song I listened to: Hymn for the Missing by Red favorite TV show: Dick Van Dyke is my go to right now first fandom: Supernatural hobbies:Tumblr, writing, knitting, being lazy over all books that I’m currently reading: None favorite book: Great Gatsby had to be one of them and then Revenge of the Shadow King worst thing you’ve ever eaten/tasted: ANYTHING WITH MUSHROOMS
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sadbarebone Theseus smiled at young man. “You really have no reason to be nervous.” He said watching some of the older creatures creep closer to inspect the guest his younger brother had brought to his home. “The Ministry can be a tad, suffocating. You should be glad Newt didn’t take you there.” He said watching as a kneazle walked up and rubbed against the man’s leg purring. “Welcome to my home.” He said opening the window to let his hippogriff peer inside at the guest. Theseus started to mull about in his kitchen. “Do you want something to eat?”
“Let me go. Please.. Please let me go…”
Torture sentence starters
“Let you go? No Credence…” she trailed her fingers through his hair in a mock fashion and gripped it tightly. “I think I’ll keep you here…” teasingly she leaned down and kissed his cheek, leaving a bright red stain from her lipstick. “You will learn to listen and obey dear boy.
"Can I kiss you?"
Send “Can I kiss you?” to see how my muse responds.
Kiss? The question left her a bit stunned, as well as pinked cheeked. Percy set her book down and held out a hand for him to take. A wry smile crossed her lips. "You never need ask to show affection in any form Credence.... if you want you can."
