#spartiiate

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GREETER; ∟ the-god-of-mischeif wildmoored monarcha spartiiate & oftricks

      Iðunn arched a brow, folding her arms across       her chest as she regarded the other. "Ah... so       now that you need my help, I'm worthy of your       time?" Her tone was playful, not accusatory,       but her words were not hollow. "Why should I       help?"

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This is his favourite bar, actually. Of all the bars in the area it's the most crowded, the one with the heaviest base line and the music up so loud you can still hear it the next day; and he loves it because pretty much everyone inside is available. Almost all of them. And Adrien is a big fan of available people, whether he ends up taking one home at the end of the night or not. So he's alone when he waltzes into the club and steps up to the bar; until he sees a very familiar figure sitting there, and he grins, ordering two shots and taking them with him to where Cas is sitting.

           ❝ Fancy seeing you here. ❞

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Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.

Adonis Adrien groans when a pretty cold, pretty much naked body presses against his back, and he bats at Cas, frowning into his pillow. Photoshoots and after parties are harder work than they appear, and he's tired.

"Go 'way."

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spartiiate 

❝ What--- no Valentine's present, Cas?      I'm appalled. Get out of my bed this      instant. ❞