#slightlybitchyclairvoyant

[pritkinspalemoons]

make me choose challenge (1/?): radu or mercia basarab

“You want people to see your legs?” “I have very nice legs!” We both paused to admire them for a moment.

[pritkinsprettydick]

💧 Rhea/Rico!

i know, i know, this is a million years late but it’s longer than expected?? so…there’s that, i guess haha

She was staring again.

Rico had come swaggering into the penthouse just moments before, eyes dancing, devastating smile firmly in place, and absolutely dripping wet. But before she could open her mouth to question him, she noticed something else: instead of his usual ensemble of black jeans, black leather jacket, and black t-shirt, he’d inexplicably substituted the black shirt for a white one. It added a nice bit of contrast to his look. And it was soaked completely through. She could see…a lot.

So, Rhea was staring again. Possibly her mouth was hanging open, too, but higher brain function had ceased by this point and she didn’t bother checking.

He caught her, of course, because she was about as subtle as a hammer, and his smile widened, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he stripped off his leather jacket (slower than strictly necessary, Rhea thought) and draped it over the back of a chair, never once breaking eye contact.

Rhea jumped when Fred made a disgusted noise next to her, startling her out of her ogling stupor.

“Show off,” he grumbled. “He knows exactly what he’s doing. It’s obscene.”

“Who - what do you mean?” Rhea asked innocently, though she knew exactly what. In fact she rather agreed. She felt the heat creeping up her neck and began tugging on the collar of her shirt. Why was it so hot in here? The AC was blasting, same as always. Fred caught her eye and sighed dramatically, throwing his hands in the air as if in defeat.

“You two are ridiculous. And frankly, this dance you’re doing is getting boring.” He rolled his eyes and walked off into an adjoining room without another glance. Rhea frowned at his retreat, sure she should be indignant, but not sure exactly why.

Sure, Rico was attractive. She was mature enough to admit that. And sure, when he looked at her and did that stupid slow smile she felt a little like throwing up, but also like she was flying. And sure, when he read stories to the little girls, or chased them around making monster noises, or brought them treats or pretty gifts she felt this bright, expanding, nearly painful burst in her chest. But none of that mattered. Vampires were vampires, and acolytes were acolytes, and that kind of thing just didn’t happen. Any more.

Rico was just flirting, anyway. He’d seen Rhea stare, and blush, and stammer nervously, and he was just having fun at her expense. She nodded to herself, even as she knew the words rang false. Rico wasn’t cruel like that. At least, not to those who didn’t deserve it. So what was it, then? She narrowed his eyes at him, and he looked a question back at her. She looked away and began sorting through a pile of missives to the Pythia that she’d already organized. In the space of a blink he was standing in front of her, dripping all over her neatly arranged stacks. She hovered over them protectively and looked up at him in disapproval. He grinned and took a step back.

“You already sorted those.”

“Well, I thought they could use another - how did you know that?” She looked up at him in surprise.

“Because I watched you do it. You know, you keep yourself so busy around here, tending to the children, running the household, trying to anticipate everyone’s needs before they do. When was the last time you went out?” He absently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and Rhea felt her face bloom. “I bet you didn’t even notice it was raining today because you haven’t looked out a window. There are other people that can do this stuff. Come outside with me.” For once Rico looked serious. And sort of intense. It was…a good look on him.

“But you said it’s raining!” She protested weakly, even as she knew she wanted to say yes. Technically there were other people that could do this work. But she felt such a strong sense of obligation to these girls that had been her charges for so long, and this Pythia, her friend, whom she admired so deeply. Even wanting to go out was always accompanied by a guilt so acute she ended up giving herself twice the work to atone for her selfishness. But that was crazy, right? Cassie encouraged her to take time for herself, to be independent, to have fun. She looked at Rico and he was smiling again, with that familiar twinkle back in his dark eyes.

“Yes. In Las Vegas. Do you know how rare that is? We might not get another chance to enjoy it for a while. Besides, it’s not the rain you’re used to. It’s warm, and it smells sweet, like creosote and dirt and sunshine.” Rico smiled and grabbed her hand, tugging it a little, encouragingly but not forcefully.  

“We don’t have any umbrellas,” Rhea said, smiling and letting him pull her toward the door. Suddenly her excuses didn’t matter, and the expectations didn’t matter, and nothing mattered but the hand in hers and the promise of warm desert rain outside.

Rico paused by the entry and grabbed his still-damp jacket, draping it over her shoulders. “I’ll be your umbrella,” he promised, and they walked through the door hand-in-hand.

[pritkinsprettydick]

OTP ask meme: Basarbon!

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

- Who is the big spoon?  this is canonically dory.

- Who initiates sexts? dory. she loves how flustered it makes LC.

- Who is the better cook? LC has the better cook, but he is surprisingly well acquainted with the kitchen himself. he refuses to let dory eat any more hot pockets.

- Who always suggests pizza? dory

- Who hogs all the hot water? ummmm have you seen LC’s luxurious locks? that takes a lot of deep conditioning.

- Who initiates hand holding? LC. he’s such a sap. dory secretely loves it. LC thinks it’s cute that she pretends she doesn’t. 

- Who is the first to apologize? LC. even when he knows he’s right.

- Who gets drunk and wants to declare their love? well this is canonically dory too lol

- Who is the worst when they’re sick? neither of them get sick but they both love to dote on each other.

- Who cries over romcoms? neither of them cry, but LC does enjoy them more. or, at least he’s more tolerant of them.

- Who insists they don’t need directions? they’re both lost all the time because PRIDE

- Who screams when they see a spider? neither

- Who has their partner as their phone background? LC has a really cute selfie of the two of them in a sweetly romantic moment, and dory has a slightly NSFW picture she snapped of a naked LC sleeping on his stomach. she loves dat booty.

- What do they argue about the most? LC is always trying to get dory to chill, with little to no success.

- Who gets the most jealous? LC!!!

- Who is the most competitive? they both have a competitive streak, but dory definitely takes this one.

- Who never remembers to hang up their towel? DORY. she thinks it’s cute that LC gets all huffy about it.

- Who is the grumpier one in the morning? LC has learned to either have breakfast and coffee at the ready, or to wake her up in more…pleasant ways.

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Casanova: I don’t want to be overdramatic, but today felt like one hundred years in hell and the absolute worst day of my life.