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[liquid-porcelain-blog]

Coming Home || Closed

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There’s a low, soft hum spilling out from Velethuil’s lips when the hold is returned and he feels himself pulled a touch closer, leaving the doll to shift in his position after a few brief moments, until perching himself within the man’s lap, head falling to rest against the male’s shoulder. How he’d missed that scent--

“I would never hold that against you, darling.” A simple comment, before a pause is returning as he considers how to reply, while he’s using this time to press a faint kiss at the edge of the man’s jaw, “I met a talking cat.” That would do; neither truly evasive, not truly vivid, but perfectly distracting. Or at least, he hopes so, though lord knows what mess is lying beneath his robes.

[ladyinsilk]

Closed

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Lively music blared and rose high above the many voices in the bar. The atmosphere was rowdy and drunkenly joyful as usual. Lucy sat on a man’s lap and laughed flirtatiously with all the others as they made jokes and told stories between sips of gin and whiskey. 

Through the haze of smoke and flicker of gas lamps she spotted a familiar face. A  little smirk spread across her features as she got up and weaved her way through the tables of men and women to face her old friend “Just couldn't stay away from this dreary old city now could you? How have you been darling?”

[hidmaid-blog]

     a slight  smile  spreads across   cesario’s   lips at the sight of the fool,  and steps towards the man are taken with more of a speed than had been attended to previously.          “ good morrow,  festé   --   any knowledge if your mistress is within ?? ”

               @the-wittyfool   /   cesario call   /   accepting

[iwillmakethem]

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           ❛   Don’t be so ridiculous.     That would never work.   ❜

[liquid-porcelain-blog]

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@the-wittyfoolSend in a ❣ for a random kiss.

5. A neck kiss.

“Festé?” A small and unassuming question as the doll had taken graceful steps to greet the man, the slight sway in his steps betraying either exhaustion or a little too much wine, “Oh Festé, we really aught to see each other more..” Yes, he was still using his name far too much, and probably would be for a while, though perhaps of more interest was the small yawn slipping the doll’s lips, a slender hand raising to cover it before he’d reached the man’s chest, leaning into him. It was most definitely a lack of sleep causing that gentle looseness in his movements, and that heavy, almost disorientated calm in his actions.

“Stay for a while, won’t you..?” A light question as Velethuil had curled closer with a minute twitch to ears that just barely peaked from beneath dark hair. Palms sliding up over Festé’s chest until arms could hang in a relaxed hold about the man’s shoulders, it wasn’t long before that twitch was progressing to a lazy, but evidently overjoyed set of beats and perks when the doll’s lips had found their way past the edge of the fool’s collar to press a soft, warm kiss against whatever skin he could reach, letting lips work slowly against it with a faint inhale of the other’s scent. He did so hope he’d agree to stay.

[twistedlittlewonderland-blog]

😐

@the-wittyfoolMy muse has been feeling down and finally broke down and snapped at your muse.😐 Calmly try to calm my muse down, talking softly and sweetly.

While Raven was by no means the best at keeping control of his temper, in fact probably among the worst for it, he could usually at least prevent himself from turning it onto the handful of friends that he managed to keep. Today however, it seemed that such a thing was impossible when he had been caught midway through a break in his minimal control, and by Festé of all people.

Initial attempts at calming had been met with a near animal growl as he’d turned on the other, rounding on him in rapid strides. As per usual, his temper before the other’s appearance had been taken out on just about anything inanimate within reach, most likely a good portion of the reason that gloves for once were nowhere to be seen when bare hands had raised to grip the front of Festé’s jacket in his fists, snatching the other from the ground with ever-surprising ease to be at eye level, pressing his back firmly to the nearest wall. It was only then, when wet and ragged panting between clenched teeth had been unable to recover his words that Raven had seemed to even begin to register what it was that he was doing. Even when he had however, when the other’s words had begun to reach him, it had taken several long moments before Raven could force his grip to release enough to no longer be a threat, a visible tick forming at the edge of his lips with the sheer effort to lower Festé to the ground.

Hands however, remained firmly attached to the fabric, though gradually the reason had seemed to turn from an inability to fully release the fool, into an action intended to ground himself to the other’s words, forcing himself to listen to that gentle tone. In a million years he wouldn't be able to believe he deserved such patience.Anger was never meant for friends–

“You shouldn’t be here, Festé…” A pause as tongue appeared to wet freshly shredded lips in his attempt to speak, drawing closer to the other male, though now to lean himself down until twisted features could hide stiffly into Festé’s shoulder, doing his damnedest to listen to his words. He shouldn’t be letting him see this side.

[twistedlittlewonderland-blog]

😴

@the-wittyfoolSend ‘😴’ To Fall Asleep In My Muse’s Arms.

To his memory, it was usually quite common for himself and Festé to stay up chatting idly until the early hours of the morning, and certainly not all that rare either. When a question of if Festé wanted his drink refilling had been left unanswered, it was for this reason that Raven had found himself somewhat confused, glancing down to the figure leaning against his side. It took a repeat of the question, and a few moments more of that same silence before Raven had realised just why there was no answer.

The reason had him releasing a quiet chuckle when he’d managed to lean forward to get a better view, just barely enough to confirm his suspicions– The poor fool must have had a longer day than he’d let on. After a moment, still with an expression of mild amusement, Raven had shifted as much as he was able to at present, slipping his second arm around the other’s frame, ever so carefully drawing Festé to rest against his chest. He supposed it wouldn’t do any harm to stay like this for a while. Especially since not only did it feel somewhat pleasant, but it would give him something to tease the other about come morning.

[twistedlittlewonderland-blog]

Pizza meme: When Festé turned back to find the plate empty, he initially quirked a brow at his meal having been stolen. However, when it clicked just who had taken the food, a corner of his lips began to tug upwards, before it grew into a warm, almost proud smile. "You hungry?" He asked, something akin to delight having entered his tone as he pushed the plate towards the other. "Want me to make some more?"

My muse eats the last slice of pizza! Put your muse’s reaction in my inbox!@the-wittyfool

Quite what it was about the pizza that had been so appealing, Raven wasn’t entirely certain– Perhaps it was merely watching his friend eat that had done it? He didn’t know, all he really knew was the fact that his cheeks were currently rather full when Festé had turned to him. The fact that there was no gagging, nor grimacing from Raven was undoubtedly a good sign. The questions however, had taken him rather off-guard. Usually people didn’t seem to be happy when he stole food, to offer to make more certainly wasn’t the norm.

After a moment, his chewing had resumed to swallow as quickly as he could in order to answer, albeit through a slightly unsure chuckle,

“Sorry– Guess I was hungrier than I thought.” He’d stated at first, while a sleeve had been used to wipe his lips, “I don’t think I could manage a whole pizza.” A brief pause then, while hidden eyes wandered off to the side in hesitant thought. Festé did seem quite pleased that he’d eaten, and if his stomach wasn't making any attempt to reject it, he'd be happy with another slice or two, “…If you’d be okay sharing one, though…”