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“You can't just keep avoiding me!” @voleuxe for Teddy

  Teddy turns her head away as she sips on her frappe, and flicks her shades down to hide her line of sight. She puts on an I don't know you air as hard as she possibly can with Lu standing right there. Even with Lu's direct address, Teddy only glances her way.

  “I'm not supposed to be seen with you,” she says finally, deliberately French, less deliberately snooty in her delivery.

[saltate-blog]

█ @voleuxe │ Because I can

    “You can punch me again, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to move.”

[fleetofmuses]

@voleuxe | marissa sc.

“Asking questions is part of my job. I’d say it’s about eighty, twenty.”

[multamusae-archive-blog]

if we don’t have a thread sc. –– @voleuxe

     “How the hell did you manage to get us in here? I thought this place was booked full for months.”

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@voleuxe | this one again but modern verse

He hasn't been paying particularly close attention to dress colors. It's typically not a problem - he flirts around a little, but rarely enough to start getting his women mixed up - so he thinks little of it when a slinky brunette moves into his space. Severine, he's sure, so he's neither surprised nor fazed when nimble fingers curl into his tie and pull him around and down.

Richie even gets as far as curling a hand around her waist, starts, even, to kiss back, before he registers that the shape of her isn't quite right. Too tall.

.. Oh, no.

He makes an aborted sound of negation as his hand draws back from her as though burned.

What? The fuck?

No?

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also this is so terrible I hate this but what if. Lu kissed Richie s;dlkfgj;sdlkfgj

It's entirely unexpected. He's minding his own bloody business, really, when she leans up to plant one on him. For just a moment, Richie almost kisses back, something largely reflexive. And then his weight shifts back so he can fix her with a look of pure befuddlement. It's a squint and parted lips, but he has no words.

Because what. What. (His head tips right. And a little more right. And just a smidge more.) Why?

Yeah, that's all he's got. All the what the fuck he can muster, and staring at her until she maybe enlightens him.

[hvndredstories]

Garus Vakarian Prompts || always accepting!!

“I don't need you to agree with me, but I'd like your help.” (@voleuxe)

Nikolai's mouth twisted down on one side. Sometimes it felt like she was setting him up for something. He owed her his life. By all rights, she could ask him to do anything she wanted, and he had no room to argue. (She had pulled him from the fire, she could just as easily cast him back.) And yet. She asked him, like this, when she wanted things. The looming other shoe, maybe. A test to see how far his loyalty would go before she had to snap the leash.

"Of course."

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Garus Vakarian Prompts || always accepting!!

“You were taking your sweet time. I needed to get you moving.” (@voleuxe)

"Y-" Even the controlled exhale through his nose, and mentally counting up to three, and then back down, weren't enough to bank the flare of annoyance.

A false alarm. He'd been going about this efficiently and thoroughly, and she'd... gotten impatient? Had him rushing forward because he thought she'd needed backup, and she'd just wanted to go faster?

Christ. "You really do travel with Twig, don't you?"