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titancss replied to your post: ❛ don’t.. don’t touch that ❜ ( the amount of side...

* is incredibly suspicious right now* B|

*is incredibly innocent and also very cute and hi what’s your name???* 0 :)

[cardshcrp]

Reverse 🌹because she likes flowers ;u;

SEND PRETTY BOYS ROSES.

+ Reverse!

           “Hey, chérie,” he grins, stepping into her dressing room after the quick staccato knock that lets her know it’s him. Pressing a kiss to her cheek, he tugs the bouquet into the crook of her arm; it hadn’t been any sort of special performance, nothing of the sort, but was it really so awful that he wanted to spoil her?

“You looked beautiful tonight. How d’ya feel about a late-night dinner? I mighta set us up something special, but only if you ain’t too tired for it.”

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Bruce watched over her with a look of concern, sitting down next to her and wanting to make sure she was alright. 

She shrugged. “Habit, I guess,” he replied. “How are you feeling. 

[warswrath]

“You got a death wish?”

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             ❛  i have a mission. what about you ?  ❜

[cardshcrp]

❛ if you were words on a page , you’d be the fine print. ❜ teehee

PICK-UP LINES.

           “My, Doris, ain’t you just the worst kinda flirt? Cute. Irresistible.” He reaches out to pat her cheek, offering her a lazy little wink. “If my legs’re the lines, can I get ya to read between ’em?”

[cardshcrp]

She rarely ever can't hold her drink but it's so cute, after sharing a celebratory evening of wine, win, champagne, and more wine he's carrying her home as she giggles, snorts, laughs over gigglesnorting and buries her head in the crook of his neck pressing kisses there and murmuring the most absurdly erotic drunken fantasies she's had of him before praising him as her Prince Charming and falling asleep along the walk back.

           Oh, but she’s such a gorgeous mess - he can’t help but laugh, she’s so silly. Doris is precious, even when she’s smearing her lipstick along his white collar and throat. He’s almost worried he’ll drop her, for the first little bit, the way she squirms against his grip to lean forward and kiss his cheek. 

They make quite the sight, he’s sure - he, blushing and stooped low as not to knock her head against the awnings they pass under; she, flaming hair bright in the dark and tumbling over their shoulders as she giggles. 

“I don’t think that one’s physically possible,” he murmurs distractedly, not that the thought doesn’t make his ears burn, but she’s already out like a light, her breath steady and slow against his skin. Stopping for a moment, he adjusts his grip on her thighs, complete with an affectionate squeeze.

She could call him Prince Charming all she liked, but she was the real royalty. “Let’s go home, chérie.”

[cardshcrp]

Blows on his dice . Winks . " 'Luck hon . "

            “Thanks, sweetheart. I always know I can count on you t’bring me better odds,” he chuckles. Snagging her hand, he brushes his lips over her knuckles, smiling. “But we already know I’m the luckiest fool in the world t’have you.”

[cardshcrp]

Her wine glass slips from her hand crashing to pieces on the floor and she grabs her dresser steadying herself. "Mmn. Something don't feel right," she breathes before she collapses and the girls shriek backstage. The dazed way she blinks up at the ceiling indicates she's been drugged and as he appears in her blurred line of vision she incoherently stammers something about the wine whilst cradled in his arms reaching up to caress the side of his face. He has a tick in his jaw. Angry? Over her?

          “Shh, it’s gonna be fine, sweetheart,” he murmurs, and his hand shifts up to lace his fingers through hers, holding her palm to his cheek. “Promise.” He manages to smile at her like he isn’t boiling over with rage, like he isn’t about to go tear somebody apart for this.

He’s pretty sure he knows exactly who’s to blame, too - Bella Donna had never been the forgiving sort.

“Hurry the fuck up,” he snaps to the side - the other girls are still on the phone, getting help, and it isn’t fast enough. “C’mon, Doris, stay with me, darlin’. Don’t go to sleep, okay, honey? I got you.”