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@veteris-sanguinis

It was clear he was being sincere. A bright smile appeared at the realization. "Thanks." Often she was complimented on the hint of florals that clung to her, Lulu enjoying the tenderness of such a thing. She knew beneath it though was that subtle, crisp scent akin to a winter evening. It had been a long time since anyone gave much mind to that especially once they got close to her. By then they were a little distracted either by her otherness or beauty and well that was fine with her. Usually. "Thanks for reminding me I should be spending less time with humans." She laughed, a pleased noise as her gaze met the ground briefly. "They don't get it."

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@veteris-sanguinis

He hadn't meant to disappear so much. When night came he was still around, not interacting much but present. In some cases that might have been good enough. He knew here it didn't apply in the slightest, not when he practically lived in Cal's ear and he had almost gone as quiet as a ghost. Hell if he had just cut back Cal probably would have noticed.

"Well I'm back now." He would say he missed him too but he'd taken Cal with him in little ways so there wasn't as much to miss on his end. "Didn't mean to go so dark on you though. You've been good yeah?" He knew the answer but he liked asking directly. It made things feel slightly more normal and well, he liked hearing Cal talk about it. And in general.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

❝ i’m so bored i’d rather be shot. ❞

red dead redemption 2 starters: ACCEPTING

II @londonsxbitch

"Missy, ye' can't get bored, we're in hidin'," tut Richard, a hushed sigh passing his lips as his blue gaze took stock of how much more resources they had left. They were about to be low on food, and first aid. Shite. "I told ye' a hundred times, why don't ye' pick up a hobby or somethin'? Crochettin' is a grea' way to ease stress, I heard. Gardenin' too."

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

Open Starter:

❝ Och, ye' look terrible... If I may say. I take it's been an interestin' nigh'?"

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

Open Starter

❝ I risked everythin' by helping ye' out there and now I'm soakin' wet... Brilliant..."

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

[ settle ] sender sits on receiver's lap and gets comfortable

PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY: ACCEPTING

II @vxctorx

The unfurled pads of his fingertips supported the round of his cheek, while his free hand cocooned the small of the young gentleman's back in an attempt to balance Him upon the throne of his lap. "This is usually the other way 'round, isn't it?" Richard teased, shuffling slightly in the armchair. "Not tha' I mind one bit." Curling his arm round just a hair more, he protectively drew in the figure of his love, all the while he blue gaze shimmered up at the other in pure and unyielding devotion.

"Yer' a vision, Vic, y'know tha'? I don't think there's a part of ye' I don't adore."

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

( Planned starter for @vxctorx )

The day began to blend into a beige and numbed blur. Richard had lost count of how many meetings he had attended. How many cups of coffee he had downed. How many papers he had thumbed through.-- His thumb typed up another text to Jessica. 'Things are going well. Bored out of my skull. How are you? Love you :)' Unanswered. So much for a reprieve from his mental exhaustion. The Scotsman's weariness became but a trifle as he turned down the next corridor.

He felt like a deer caught in the headlights. It was as if time itself slipped into a paralysis. The air in his lungs held between the ivory cage of his ribs. Richard was never the best with faces and names, but by god his blue hues nor the pools of his memory certainly couldn't forget the man before him. How could he? Not that he would ever dare. There before him, thronged by a fog of suits, was Victor Trevor. Then, as if by foolishness or perhaps the divine intervention of recollection, Richard offered him a soft smile.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

Soft Gestures + 13 (From Lilith please!)

Send 'Soft gestures' + a number for my muses reaction to yours: ACCEPTING

II @thecreaturesofglen

13. Help them with their tie Brows pinched together, The Scotsman continued to mutter under his breath, his determined gaze never daring to shy away from the cut of fabric he was clumsily toying with beneath his chin. "There." It came out worse than last time. More frustrated mutters fluttered from past his lips only to come to a halt when he noticed Lil observing him from the doorway. "Sorry. How much of tha' did ye' see?" he chuckled sheepishly, a tinge of warm scarlet burning now against his earlobes.

Then, without a word, the other passed a gentle offer as her delicate fingertips began to gracefully undo his earlier creation. "Thank ye', love. I dunno' why I cannae' seem to get the hang of this, no ma'er how many times I try. Bakin' bread? Tha's easy. I can do it with my eyes closed. But this? Impossible." Richard's blue gaze began to watch in wonder at the sight of Lil's weaving fingers. "-- Okay, maybe not so impossible. When did ye' learn to do tha'?" he smiled.