#interview with the vampire#iwtv#the vampire armand#assad zaman
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If you could push Rossi off a cliff, would you?
The ‘yes or no’ game.
No. I’m too cowardly for that.
§ {Late to the wall pushing kissing party but AU ME UP BABY. ;D}
send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them. AU.
{sdfghjkjhgfdsd prepare for messy embarrassing philip}
Phil didn’t particularly have to stand on his tip-toes, since he wasn’t that much shorter than the stranger (although, he wasn’t exactly measuring right now, and could have been wrong) but he did it anyway - perhaps as an impulse or anxiety blocker. It wasn’t nice, per se, nor horrible, but quick, wild, and sudden. He could taste the traces of alcohol on the man’s lips, and felt it pass over to his own.
He clumsily head-butted the other, a small gasp parting his lips at the realisation of what he had done. He pulled away abruptly.”I’m- I’m sorry!” Phil immediately apologised, prying himself from Simon and the brick wall - just have a little more space to himself - but stopping half-way. What was he doing? What was going on? Did he want this? “Are we—? Are you—?” Words. Make words. The pounding of the night club had been vibrating on him against the wall and he couldn’t think. It wasn’t a bad thing! Well, he didn’t think it was, since he couldn’t feel a tinge of regret (yet). This was kind of why he came out tonight, anyway… Phee looked down at their feet for a moment in an attempt to compose himself. He could tell how different they were just by looking at the guy’s shoes. God, he felt like a total idiot. Real smooth, Phil. Real smooth. And, to think, it had all gone so well up to that point - full of friendly smiles and joking and general chatting.
He took a few deep breaths and then nodded his ‘okay. this is okay’, looking back to the other’s wolf eyes. They were silvery…and his face in general was nice to look at because of the strong jaw and full lips, and he obviously looked after his appearence a lot.
"Sorry. I don’t normally do this with people I don’t know." He excused, absently tugging the other’s open jacket with both hands, as if he was fearing that the other would simply disappear now because of his pathetic outbust. "What is your name?" He attempted to shift the embarrassment, a small smile on his lips.
Okay, /fine./ But to be honest-honest, I do...you've always been there for Tabs in a big way, like, you know, dropping everything you had going on to help her out if she needs it, so...okay, that bit I kind of respect. You know. And maybe you occasionally show moments of being cool. Happy?!
"Of course I’m always there for Tabs. We’re engaged. Coolness is my middle name, yo."
For someone who whines a lot about everyone respecting what he is, you're bloody quick to make decisions about who /everyone else/ is.
"Sweetheart, I have a seventh sense. I know things like that.”
22 year old guy seeking weird ugly older males for questionable shit. Probably would help if they smelt of moss and got crumbs everywhere when they ate.
"…..Simon, that’s not very nice."
Simon + Rossi (Harry potter AU)
yellingtheirdevotion asked you:
Simon dumped Rossi's discarded robes on the floor in between their beds. "Seriously, man. I've told you enough times. Keep your stuff the /hell/ away from my bed and on yours."
He had been lying on his bed, hands under his head as he looked up at nothing in particular. Although, the intricate designs on the high ceilings seemed particularly prettier today. Who knew. Simon's annoying complaints broke the silence like a cat-strangled noise of someone attempting to play the violin or something. Luke let out a small groan; he had been enjoying the silence for once. "I don't like messing up my bed." He said, casually, "We're dorm-mates, bud. Get used to it."
Oi. Phil. Some of the security reports are missing. You haven't moved any, have you?
"Uhhh…Yes…No…I don’t know. Sorry. Um…Which laptop are they stored on? I probably have a backup."
OOC: I had a tiring day and am in Laaaandaaan tomorrow, so I'll do replies the day after next :) lovings
