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@tattedqueenbee
“Nice ink,” Shar’s head tilted, eyes roaming over the tattoo on the other woman’s wrist. Bumblebee, that was pretty cute. She was a little envious, finding someone capable of tattooing a creature like herself was difficult, her skin healed far too quickly under normal circumstances. “got any others?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her over good manners.
loaded question
“Am I boring you?”
Loaded Questions ( accepting. ) // @tattedqueenbee
@tattedqueenbee
Dani decided to take the woman’s response as an unspoken invitation to sit. She took a swig from the bottle of Jack as she planted her butt in the chair. She let the booze fall away from her lips as the question was redirected to her.
She shrugged before answering. “Forget. I think the other two come after you’ve already forgotten everything.” Her words were not that of the wise. For her, fucking was intimacy. She needed to dull the senses to bang without a care. Fun. Well, that could only be had if there was no sorrow floating around. The pain she felt was dulled with self-medication, only then could she have “Fun.”
“Let’s see if we can’t make the day better. To forgetting.” She tilted the bottle in the direction of the other and raised it up a bit before taking a big gulp. She meant the gesture as a manor of cheers.
The response gets a short chuff from her and she tips her glass in response, but not with the same attitude. With a steady head it does take more to lead to the others, fun over the other most times. Rarely was she one to even venture down one night stands. She hoped this one wasn’t looking for one, but instead some adventure.
Because if she was, did she have an idea.
Gal takes a drink from the glass again then puts her heels on the lower ring of the stool. With a fluid motion she reaches over the bar and refills it from a spout, nodding to the bartender when he notices. She takes her place again, and continues.
“You say make the day better. Usually that includes an idea or two...” Another sip, then the glass is put to rest on the wood. “Is it too early to ask what that would be?”
@tattedqueenbee
Edith entered the parlor with a curious gaze. It wasn’t often she had time to explore the various places the carnival rolled through. It had been raining hard enough lately that they were all taking the day for themselves. No point setting up in the mud. Too dangerous.
“Any space fer a walk in t’day?”
“You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?”
Send “You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” for my muse’s response!
“No. Why would I be afraid of you?” Her answer is immediate, head tilting and brows furrowing. If anything it’s you who should be afraid of me. “You’ve done nothing to make me afraid.” The only human she feared was far, far from here.
‘ what motivates you? ’
“My friends. Quentin, Eliot, Margo, Penny, Julia, Kady, and even Josh. I am motivated to make sure they are safe. I am motivated by my belief that if magic exists it should not be controlled by one entity, and I believe that the current magical educational system needs to change. I am not sure what specifically is behind it that motivates me, but I suppose it’s that I care about my friends.”
♡ (party banter)
Send one for party banter from:
♡ — my muse and yours
Dani: “You do this kinda thing a lot?”
Laura: “... What kind of thing? You’ll have to be more specific.”
Dani: “Y’know- helpin’ people, delivering justice, bein’ the kinda cool cat the Atom Cats like t’ look out for.”
Laura: “... I help people a lot, yes. Or I try to- not all people can be helped.”
Dani: “True ‘nuff.”
“Are you all right? Do you want some help?” (ALIA)
‘Stardust’ sentence meme
“What-” Alia glanced down at where the stranger’s gaze lay, brows drawn together as she tried to figure out what made the woman think that something was wrong... The dark red staining her shirt was likely a good enough reason for anyone, but she had completely forgotten its presence.
“Oh! No, I- I’m fine, this- It’s not my blood, I’m okay...”
