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This is the blog formerly known as sniperwithastory
do not be alarmed! Adrian still lives here, but now Morgan and Carolina are here too!!
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"I don't know what this means," Jamie said apologetically as she handed him back the bracelet, inscribed in a language he insisted she knew. "I'm sorry, is there anything-? Anything... oh." As he took back the bracelet, she grabbed his wrist, turning it over to blink at the leather cuff on his wrist. "Oh, god, that- right, of course, right."
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You saint
"I never thought you’d be so ticklish!"
"You know I am!" she screeched in laughter, squirming in his arms. "You little shit, I'm going to get you for this!"
"Your lipgloss looks delicious."
"It tastes like cheery," Jamie teased, biting her lip. "Want a taste?"
"You’re running a fever. Get back in bed."
"No, I'm not," she mumbled, leaning against the wall and reaching for her flask. "I can't miss work, I've got to go in..."
Hey, it's Lauren (Adrian-mun, but I like your idea of just using first names :P). I just logged off, but could you do Fight me and Amuse me for Adrian and Jamie? :)
Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.
"Come on, toss me another," Jamie urged, nodding toward another one of the clementine's she brought home; perhaps, she'd hoped, the first oranges of the year would make him smile, but a rough day of physical therapy had made it nearly impossible. So now, she chuckled as she pulled out all the stops: juggling every orange he would throw at her. "Got it! Alright, another! Another, another! See?! Seven oranges!"
But still he wasn't smiling.
"Okay, one more, let's make it eight!"
He tossed it haphazardly, but the orange missed, hit her straight in the eye, and she stumbled, dropping the seven oranges that she'd been about to catch and stepping on one, slipping and falling on her ass.
But when Jamie looked up, even under the concern, Adrian was smiling.
Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
"I can't believe you're asking me to do this!" Jamie snapped for the hundredth time, pacing around the couch like a racetrack. "How is this even a question?!"
Of course, Adrian followed her. "Jamie, I just think it would be for the best-"
"The fuck it is!"
"That car is a death trap!"
"I've gotten out alive for forty odd years!"
"You were nearly crushed to death!"
"I am not getting rid of my Mustang, you bastard!"