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kenzi in every episode - lost girl 1x05
As she scanned the room over the brim of her glass, Dylan noted any familiar face in the crowd. Considering this ball was for upper-echelon purebloods there were only a handful. She wasn't even supposed to be here. Salui originally asked Nazanin and Caoimhe to join her for this event, but Caoimhe woke up with a fever and was in no shape to socialize. Dylan had been the only one available at such short notice.
She sipped her wine. Naz was hanging off her date's arm and smiling like she was genuinely enjoying herself. Dylan's date was nowhere to be found, hence her standing alone near the wall where he left her. Dylan itched to mingle. She wasn't made to stand around in a room full of people, but Salui had given strict instructions to be arm candy. This meant she could only talk to people she already knew and someone to whom she didn't have to explain her presence.
Like Nate Pinnock.
Hiding her glee Dylan began making her way around the crowd. She took each step deliberately, feigning aimlessness as if she were naturally mingling without a goal in mind. A delicate dance so as not to attract attention to herself or her target. Finally sliding up next to Nate, Dylan made sure not to look at him as she sipped her drink. "Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here."
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It surprised her, how quick the surge of panic came and went. Dylan knew her dad would tell her if it was serious. He’d never downplay something like this. So when he said it wasn’t serious, that the surgery was routine and safe, she believed him wholeheartedly. Not to mention the fact that Piper was holding her hand and looking at her like that.
“You being in the way? That’s not possible. Plus, grandpa would be thrilled to see you again. He says you remind him of his prima ballerina days.” Dylan’s smile was crooked as she took Piper’s hands in both of hers. Since Piper’s first visit things had changed between them. Especially since things ended between Lia and Dylan in the middle of it too. But her family had loved Piper and Dylan knew they’d approve no matter what because they just wanted her happy. And? She was happy. London had proved exactly what she needed right now. Reaching out Dylan pushed a stray strand of Piper’s hair out of her face and cupped her cheek. “And we don’t have to stay for long, I just want to check in on them and coordinate with some neighbors. But I want you there with me.
“And we could stay in my cabin.” She teased, lightening her tone and the heavy ozone filled air. Leaning in for another kiss, Dylan whispered, “There we can be as loud as we want.”
***
Dylan grabbed the wooden box off her nightstand and with a quick flick of her wrist the arcane lock clicked open. Within it, there were five medallions neatly resting on velvet, all engraved with different motifs. As she pulled out the one with the silhouette of trees and a large castle, a thin chain dangled beneath it. After closing the box and tucking it into her Mokeskin, Dylan grinned at Piper and held the chain up between them. “Ready?”
They grasped the chain at the same time and Dylan felt the sensation of being turned inside out through her sternum. She watched as Piper stretched unnaturally in front of her, their essences braiding themselves together magically, shooting thousands of miles up into the air before falling again. She could see the familiar land below her as they hurtled towards Zvaigznes. About twenty feet above the trees, within the bounds of the school wards, their bodies became corporeal and they slowed, drifting gently the last few feet.
Dylan took a deep breath in and closed her eyes. It smelled deep and comforting, with a faint ocean sea breeze coming from the west. It was home. While Dylan loved traveling, and there was no denying she was enjoying London a lot, there was truly nothing like coming back.
As expected they had landed in the clearing between the campground and the house. Dylan turned to Piper with a small grin, closing the distance between them so she could loop an arm around Piper’s waist and pull her in for a kiss. “So…” She hummed against Piper’s lips. “Want to drop our things at the cabin first? We have at least a couple of hours before they’re back anyway. Plus, I did not share my thoughts with the class earlier.”
Piper could have groaned for relief when they landed; the air, the atmosphere, the energy here was so immediately, drastically different than it was in London. All the stifling, claustrophobic energy that Piper carried inside of her every day just from living in such a densely populated city, weighing her down, seemed to dissipate into the air. She wanted to take her shoes off, to lay in the grass and feel the earth breathing tranquil and magnificent beneath her body.
She let herself get lost in the exquisitely simple joy of being kissed by her girlfriend, expelling all the noxious energetic city fumes of stress and schedules and drama from her body like toxins and replacing them with Dylan, until she felt grounded and warm all over and wonderfully present, as was so rare for Piper. She wrapped her arms around Dylan’s neck and held on, pressing their bodies together, not quite ready to leave this moment just yet. She whined at even the tiny space that Dylan put between their lips in order to whisper into the air between them.
She bit the edge of her lip where it tingled and rouged from being kissed. “Mm, cabin sounds nice…” Piper agreed, smiling languidly. “…you know I always appreciate any opportunity to untangle that busy mind of yours…and a couple of hours is a very long time.”
Dylan swallowed as she watched Piper bite her lip, the anticipation of what she was promised not only causing her pulse to speed up but every nerve in her body to tingle. She leaned in for another deep kiss before untangling them with a dramatic pout. As she laced her fingers with Piper’s, Dylan began leading them down the marked path and further into the forest.
It didn’t take long to reach the campground, and Dylan couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face as she took it all in. Various small wooden cabins were placed in a loose circle around the large clearing, all with unique features, colors, and decor. Large wooden tables sat clustered to one side of a central firepit while a small roofed stage stood on the other side. They passed the stage and communal building behind it, heading straight towards the only A-frame cabin of the bunch. Barely visible unless you knew where it was, it sat tucked between two massive spruce trees far away from any other building. Much thinner and taller than the others, it only had one circular window above the heavy wooded door. While the other buildings were low square log cabins this one was built with planks, with a smooth steep roof instead of the grass tufted of the others.
When they reached the front door Dylan pulled an iron key out of her pocket and unlocked it, holding it open for Piper with a smirk. Bowing, she held out her hand. “Ladies first.”
Almost to be expected the inside was slightly bigger than the outside alluded to, but it was still only one open space. The opposite wall was covered in windows of different shapes and sizes, some obviously magic while others had beautiful stained glass. It gave a somewhat warped yet beautiful view of the dense forest beyond. While the ceiling went all the way to the point of the frame it was slightly obscured by three massive beams that spanned the width about halfway up. In the center of the room stood a fireplace that lit up as soon as they entered, filling the room with a rolling warmth almost instantly. It was sparsely furnished but well-decorated with plants and trinkets, two plush couches, a coffee table, and a chest of drawers. Pushed up against the windowed wall were a wide bed stacked with pillows and a small crate functioning as a makeshift nightstand.
Dylan sighed as she dropped her things by the door and beelined for the bed, flopping down facefirst before rolling over on her back. Patting the space beside her, she closed her eyes and waited for the familiar dip of the mattress.
“Soooo…”
Suddenly Dylan was almost nervous. She cracked one eye open to look at Piper and tried to will the blush she felt creeping up her chest to calm down to no avail. “There’s been something I’ve been thinking about wanting to try, and at first I was like, pfft, that’s silly and I don’t actually want to, but then I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I did it on my own and that just made me wa—” She cut herself off with a groan and covered her face with both hands. A little mumfled, “Sorry, I’m ranting.”
“I’ve been experimenting. I think it’s a curse of the trade,” Dylan waved a hand in the air and looked at the ceiling, trying not to let Piper’s gaze get to her. She was confident Piper would say no if she didn’t want to, that wasn’t the issue, it was more admitting to herself she wanted it. “But you know how I can, uh, localize my shapeshifting magic? Like for Halloween I spurted a tail and ears for a cheap costume. Turns out I can do that with other parts too.” A beat. “Like my dick.”
It had started with an offhand comment from Margaret while chatting with her and some of the girls during a particularly slow day shift. After that Dylan couldn’t stop thinking about it. How it would feel. How it would feel in her hand. That spiral led to her trying, alone, at work, with all the spells and whistles on her room. Confident she couldn’t be disturbed Dylan laid down and palmed herself. She felt her dick change shape in her hands, fur rippling across her skin before retracting as she honed in on the change. As she neared climax she lost control, her senses heightening to what it was when she transformed fully. The scent of herself alone made her tip over the edge, her cock swelling in her hands as she cried out.
After that, she couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel inside someone. To take someone in that fully. It had been harder to control the change when working after that, so it became a project. Now she felt confident. Reaching down into that deep place and feeling the magic swell inside her before containing it. Dylan flexed the right muscle and her world open up ever so slightly more. She knew Piper’s scent would be intoxicating, but it still felt like a wall hitting her. As Piper mixed with the endless layers of comfort and safety that were these woods, this cabin, this bed, Dylan truly felt confident when she met Piper’s eyes.
“I’d like to knot you.”
kenzi in every episode - lost girl 1x13
peace-love-piper:
“Mmm…care to share with the class?” Piper teased, breathy, even though it very quickly became apparent just what sort of thoughts were going through Dylan’s mind. Piper’s eyes fluttered closed, her pale lashes tickling the highest points of her cheeks as she smiled, sinking deeper into the plush piles of bedding and the feeling of Dylan on top of her, surrounding her, enveloping Piper’s being in every imaginable way. She blushed a soft shade of pink under Dylan’s admiring gaze, and then Piper hummed, content, connected as she was kissed by her girlfriend; Dylan’s energy could easily overtake all of Piper’s senses, flushing through her system like cool salt water, cleansing every doubt or care that she might have until nothing but pure bliss remained. I’ve got you, Dylan’s energy said, buoying Piper’s spirit like frothy ocean foam at high tide.
The kiss deepened into something more intentional, and Piper squirmed beneath Dylan indicatively, wound up already after merely the tiniest taste and panting out telltale little sighs of want like wishes whispered into the waiting well of Dylan’s mouth—
The sound of a cell phone ringing crashed like a sobering wave over them both; not today, the electronic trilling taunted. Dylan flopped atop Piper miserably, like a fish flung ashore, and Piper giggled. She ran the pads of two fingers up along the sweet, soft indentation of Dylan’s spine, and reassured her gently, “It’s alright—answer it.”
She shifted onto her side and watched the change in Dylan’s face, then felt it in her energy not a moment later. Piper’s browline creased with worry. “Oh, no—I’m so sorry…” She could see Dylan’s dynamic mind start to buzz away with anxiety, she could feel it start to prickle against her own skin like rough sand—and even though Piper knew it would only increase the sensation for her, still she reached out to physically comfort Dylan, in some small way, lightly squeezing her arm above the elbow and then sliding down to grasp her hand, a gesture that was quiet but firm. I’m here.
She drew Dylan’s hand to her lips and pressed a tender kiss to her knuckles, waiting for her to ask Piper what she needed. Dylan was always honest with Piper, about what she wanted and needed, and Piper in turn was always patient and understanding, willing to wait and to listen, without judgment or envy or ego.
But Dylan’s request took her by surprise. Not in a bad way, just…not what Piper had expected. She shifted to sit up as she considered it, not able to fight the whimsical look that came over her face. Piper had visited Dylan in Latvia before, of course, but—not as anything more than a good friend. And perhaps that’s the role Dylan needed from her again, but…somehow it felt different. More.
She tucked some aqua hair behind her ear, bashful. “I would love to, but…are you sure? I don’t want to, I dunno…be in the way.” Not to mention Lia—the exquisite, imposing, intimidating ex that will certainly want to have you to herself… Piper was careful not to say.
It surprised her, how quick the surge of panic came and went. Dylan knew her dad would tell her if it was serious. He’d never downplay something like this. So when he said it wasn’t serious, that the surgery was routine and safe, she believed him wholeheartedly. Not to mention the fact that Piper was holding her hand and looking at her like that.
“You being in the way? That’s not possible. Plus, grandpa would be thrilled to see you again. He says you remind him of his prima ballerina days.” Dylan’s smile was crooked as she took Piper’s hands in both of hers. Since Piper’s first visit things had changed between them. Especially since things ended between Lia and Dylan in the middle of it too. But her family had loved Piper and Dylan knew they’d approve no matter what because they just wanted her happy. And? She was happy. London had proved exactly what she needed right now. Reaching out Dylan pushed a stray strand of Piper’s hair out of her face and cupped her cheek. “And we don’t have to stay for long, I just want to check in on them and coordinate with some neighbors. But I want you there with me.
“And we could stay in my cabin.” She teased, lightening her tone and the heavy ozone filled air. Leaning in for another kiss, Dylan whispered, “There we can be as loud as we want.”
***
Dylan grabbed the wooden box off her nightstand and with a quick flick of her wrist the arcane lock clicked open. Within it, there were five medallions neatly resting on velvet, all engraved with different motifs. As she pulled out the one with the silhouette of trees and a large castle, a thin chain dangled beneath it. After closing the box and tucking it into her Mokeskin, Dylan grinned at Piper and held the chain up between them. “Ready?”
They grasped the chain at the same time and Dylan felt the sensation of being turned inside out through her sternum. She watched as Piper stretched unnaturally in front of her, their essences braiding themselves together magically, shooting thousands of miles up into the air before falling again. She could see the familiar land below her as they hurtled towards Zvaigznes. About twenty feet above the trees, within the bounds of the school wards, their bodies became corporeal and they slowed, drifting gently the last few feet.
Dylan took a deep breath in and closed her eyes. It smelled deep and comforting, with a faint ocean sea breeze coming from the west. It was home. While Dylan loved traveling, and there was no denying she was enjoying London a lot, there was truly nothing like coming back.
As expected they had landed in the clearing between the campground and the house. Dylan turned to Piper with a small grin, closing the distance between them so she could loop an arm around Piper’s waist and pull her in for a kiss. “So…” She hummed against Piper’s lips. “Want to drop our things at the cabin first? We have at least a couple of hours before they’re back anyway. Plus, I did not share my thoughts with the class earlier.”
peace-love-piper:
“Hey…” Piper replied, affectionately, closing the door to Dylan’s room with her foot. She laughed, a trilling and melodic sound that floated on the air like a wind chime. “…though I’m not sure we can rightfully still call it ‘morning,’ Sleepy-Head, seeing as it’s two pm…” Piper also was fairly certain it didn’t matter what time it was, technically, to the rest of the world; when you worked shifts like Dylan did, it was almost easier to imagine that time didn’t exist—you rested when you needed to, and filled in the blank spots around that necessity accordingly. And life rolled on.
Piper tucked herself easily into bed next to Dylan and handed her a big bowl of fruit and fresh bread that Jeremy had dropped off earlier from the bakery, when it was actually morning. Dylan had worked another graveyard and Piper could only imagine that she’d be ravenous right about now.
She brushed some dark hair from Dylan’s forehead, which was warm and sleep-flushed. “Do you have to work tonight?” Piper asked, and she couldn’t quell the lightly pleading note that harmonized her words until they’d been released into the air. She found herself already melting into the uncanny comfort that was Dylan’s plush and well-used bed; Piper wasn’t sure what it was that drew her to this spot, so soft and safe and familiar that she could easily while away days in easy bliss before coming up for air, like a secret oasis tucked away within the woods, or her own hidden heart within her body.
In fact, Dylan’s room was rather hidden away, tucked up in a corner on the topmost floor of Borgin and Burkes. It had been Maeko’s, apparently, a long time ago—before the reigning Burke of the household had relocated to the master bedroom. It was rather small, maybe, in comparison to other rooms in the house, but it was cozy, too, and always so warm with sunlight and body heat that Piper gravitated here often.
But Piper also knew she didn’t need to provide a reason for being in here, other than that she just wanted to be. So she nuzzled herself deeper into Dylan’s sheets, craving the sensation of being enveloped by the other woman’s scent.
When she met Dylan’s eyes again they were watching her with an odd look. Piper flushed, and smiled shyly. “What?”
As Piper joined her in bed, with food, Dylan could feel her face split in half with the grin. “Oh, how you know the way to my heart.” With eager hands, she took a bite of the bread and some fruit, chewing away as she wrapped her legs with Piper’s. “No, I’m off for a few days. Wanted some time to catch up.”
And spend some time with you.
It had been a lot of work lately. Ever since she took on a regular rotation at Slick and more jobs with the Boots, there hadn’t really been much time to hang out with anyone, even Piper. It meant these moments were invaluable.
As Piper caught her looking, Dylan just grinned toothily.
“Thinking ‘bout something,” Dylan scooted impossibly closer. She pressed her lips against Piper’s neck, leaving soft kisses in her wake. She put the fruit bowl on the nightstand and moved to straddle Piper, flipping her onto her back and taking in the sight. “Gosh, you’re beautiful.” She leaned down and pressed their lips together, soft and warm, with a hint of apple from the fruit bowl.
Just as Dylan was about to ask if Piper was down for some evening fun, her phone rang. Dylan groaned as she fell forward onto Piper, desperately attempting to crawl closer in an attempt to ignore the world. It was her dad’s ringtone. Cockblocked by her own father. Figures. “Sasodīts.”
Before she could grab the phone and answer, the ringing stopped, followed by a text alert. Rolling over, Dylan grabbed the phone just as another text alert echoed in the room. “It’s from dad,” Dylan muttered, moving so Piper could see the phone even though she wouldn’t understand what it said. “He says grandpa had a fall in the barn. He’s fine but needs surgery. Fuck.”
Dylan inhaled around the sudden lump in her throat. Her grandfather was if anything, hardy, but even Toms Vilčuks—former ballerina turned woodworker—was getting older by the years. Much to his own chagrin. Dylan had seen it before, the sadness that set deep in his face every time something became a bit harder to do. This will be absolutely devastating.
When Dylan had decided to go to London, she had no plans on how long she’d stay. She wanted to take up working for the Boots again but wasn’t ready to do so under Emma-Lien. Not after Gazsi. Emma-Lien understood and recommended either Amsterdam or London. Dylan also needed some space from family and friends after the breakup with Lia. Just for a little bit. Their lives had been so intertwined for so many years and their friends in Latvia were all shared. And then there was Piper. Piper, who was right next to her, her presence alone grounding her enough to not panic. She couldn’t lie, Piper was the reason why she picked London. Piper was the reason for a lot of it.
Looking up at Piper, Dylan realized there were a few quiet tears rolling down her cheeks already. She sniffed and smiled a bit. “I think I need to...,” A thought crossed her mind. “Do you want to come home with me?”
What is something a lot of people assume is true about you but really isn’t true at all?
“That I’ll fuck anyone.”
If you could commit any crime and get away with it, what would you choose and why?
“I’m not very pro-crime, I have to say—or, well. I guess I disagree with a lot of crimes being defined as crime. I’d love to break a couple of political prisoners out. Hypothetically. Then maybe redistribute some wealth. Also relocate some wolves to a place where they aren’t hunted because a dumb government said they should. Remove some dictators from power. Actually, maybe I should stop there.”
Do you believe in any superstitions? If so, which ones?
“Well, I am Latvian, so I always carry coin on me, never whistle indoors, spit at my shoulder devil to avoid speaking the future, and poke my tongue out in the mirror when I have to go back to get something I forgot. The basics.”
giggle-me-this:
It was responsible of Dylan, to pull Nate back before he was too far gone. Professional, even—she really was quite good at her job. But Nate wasn’t thinking about that as she pulled out of his mouth, cradling his face and telling him don’t worry before his deluge of anxieties even had a chance of trickling back in. Nathaniel Pinnock, whose lifelong neuroses and pessimism overthought every potentially pleasant thing that crossed his path until he’d smothered it out—somehow Dylan said don’t worry in that voice and Nate blinked dazedly up into her grounding blue eyes, his mind fuzzy and bleeding out around the edges and popping with only random flashes of coherent thought, like he’d been staring at the sun for too long, and Nate believed her. He couldn’t say why he did, but it was true, and everything was so bracingly simple for once that Nate could have cried.
The feeling of Dylan’s tongue against his was strikingly soft in the aftermath of her cock down his throat, and the charming idiosyncrasy of it was enough to pull Nate further back into conscious thought. He smirked as he kissed her back, and the movement of his mouth tugged on his stretched-out jaw muscles, which clearly hadn’t been put to use in that way in some time; the slight ache was delightfully nostalgic, and his kisses gradually morphed into something hungrier as he began to want more.
He really didn’t want to have to move, but they both knew exactly who was in charge here, so Nate let his impulse complaints die out before they reached his tongue, and was rewarded when he stumbled with a huff of breath back onto a truly massive bed. Though he couldn’t stop himself from cheekily commenting, “Think it’s big enough?” Which earned him a cautionary nip when their mouths connected again. And then it was really very easy to get lost in kissing Dylan—she was an amazing kisser, deep and consuming—so much so that it took Nate a moment to realize just how much more clothing he was wearing than her. Isaac had liked to tease him for wearing ‘so many fussy layers’—prick. Though Nate had to begrudgingly concede to the inconvenience of clothing, at the moment, and elected to help Dylan’s efforts by undoing buttons and clasps, sliding suspenders off his shoulders to hang down by his thighs. When she finally reached bare skin the sheer anticipation of it made it feel like static electricity wherever her fingers touched.
And then she asked him that question, and Nate’s entire brain stuttered. “Jesus, fuck yes, is that even a—” he blurted out, too quickly, but then caught himself. If he wanted to get what he needed out of this, Nate needed to let go. The mere suggestion of being fucked by Dylan had him hard and straining against where her hand was waiting to unclasp his trousers, but Nate still forced himself to take a breath and very evenly say, “…I mean, green.”
The gleam of lust and power that flashed in Dylan’s eyes caused a knot of desire and anticipation to form at the base of Nate’s spine. He was quickly freed from the rest of his clothing and then he propped himself up, half-sitting, waiting to be told where to move. And even though he was sure Dylan was in no short supply of it, working at a literal sex club and all, he still muttered a spell that filled his palm with lubricant and held it out toward her, because—well, really just because he needed to do something to busy his hands to distract him from the overwhelming desire to reach down and stroke his own dick, which was painfully hard and leaking precome, as if it already knew it was about to be denied attention. There was nothing actually stopping him, of course, except that he craved that tortuous gratification of not doing something unless he was expressly told to do so.
Her body was so wired in anticipation of what was to come that Nate stumbling over his words was enough to make Dylan let out what could only be called a growl. It had become harder and harder to control her animagi while being so focused on her client and the moment. Her room still had the basic charms and amplifiers from when she began but soon Dylan would have to tweak them herself if she wasn’t to lose control and turn into a wolf as she orgasmed. Then again someone might pay double for that.
The clothes flew across the air around them as soon as they were off Nate, hanging themselves on the hangers by the door. Dylan couldn’t stop herself from touching every patch of new skin exposed with her mouth and tongue, stopping just short of Nate’s strained cock. As much as she wanted to swallow him down, Dylan wanted to fuck him more.
She sat up and took in the sight before her. Nate was long in every way. A body of elongated muscles moving beneath pale and taut skin. She reached up to his chest, splaying her fingers before dragging her long black painted nails down across the skin. Lifting her hand until only one finger was trailing the path her tongue had previously taken, Dylan continued all the way down to Nate’s knees. “Up,” She said, as she guided Nate’s legs so his knees bent and his feet were planted on the bed on either side of her. She pushed a bit against his knees. “Wider.”
Taking the lube Nate had conjured Dylan generously covered two fingers and reached down in between them. Grabbing her wand Dylan murmured a quick charm and the blunt magic pressed against Nate’s ass, slick enough to slide in without much effort. She looked up at him, meeting his eye and looking for any trace of doubt. “Color?” Dylan prompted as she felt the magic snake around her finger inside Nate.
Without taking her eyes off Nate’s or stopping her praise, Dylan slowly but surely worked on stretching him with first one finger, then two, the magic expanding with the movement of her wand until she was confident he could take her comfortably. She pulled her fingers out and shook off the magic and lube with a flick of the wrist and a quick charm. Grabbing Nate’s hips Dylan edged closer until the head of her cock was pushing against the warmth she knew was coming. Lingering there Dylan leaned forward and laid herself on top of Nate, careful not to push in any further. Meeting him in a hungry kiss she nipped at his bottom lip and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you now, Mr. Pinnock.”
With that Dylan sat back and lined herself up, pushing forward slowly until she was flush against Nate and close enough to kiss him again. Dylan grabbed both of Nate’s wrists along the way, moving them up above his head and pinning them there with one hand. She didn’t move yet, waiting for Nate to acclimate, and for that telltale little squirm that came when they wanted her to move. Then she’d wait a little longer.
halfbreedhawkins:
Penny would like to say she was in Knockturn to see Maeko, or to go bother Helle before her shift, maybe see a goblin about some griffin teeth, but really it was none of those things and she wouldn’t dare trick herself otherwise. She’d see Dylan about, talked in passing, and as usual couldn’t resist someone that make her stomach do flips. Her argument with Joey fresh, and Penny was on the hunt to make herself feel better.
“Penny Dreadful?” She pouted lightly, a teasing tone in the rasp of her voice, “I would hope that my presence isn’t dreadful for you.” the halfbreed stepped forward, flicking her hair out of her face with a grin, “Oh I’m never up before 11am anyway. But, I was seeing a man about some items, now I’m a little aimless on what to do with the rest of my night. Seems a waste to come all the way out here for one thing.” But the one thing was right in front of her.
“Oh, it’s a compliment, don’t get me wrong.” Dylan smirked, crossing her arms. She had heard plenty of things about the Hawkins’ during her short stint at Hogwarts. After the first time they met Dylan begun asking around. PJ listed of some cousins and their drink orders. Maeko just gave her a knowing look and a ‘you figure it out yourself’. Since then there hadn’t really been a chance to talk more than pleasantries when passing each other in Knockturn Alley. She really wanted to know more. Dylan couldn’t help but grin at what Penny said. Bingo. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we. How ‘bout we go somewhere?”
elliot-morrissey:
Something about this person rang familiar. Raising a brow, Elliot eyed the paper and noticed as the visitor shifted closer, her own hand pulling from her pocket to hold the note still and inspect it closer. Elliot hummed, “It definitely says DRCMC, and I think that says dragon… so it looks like you’re heading to Level Four. I could take you there if you like? Can’t have you wondering around on your own now, can we?”
“Elliot,” she said, offering out a hand, “Do we know each other? I feel like we’ve met before.” And it was entirely possible, since they made a habit of getting to know people, though they’d not yet quite found the outer limit of the reaches of the Wix community.
“Please, you would save my day.” Taking the note back, Dylan flicked it between her fingers and it disappeared in a quiet puff, leaving a hint of cloves in the air. The sooner she could drop off this delivery the sooner she could clock out and get a drink. Instead of accepting the outstretched hand, Dylan looped her arm around Elliots elbow, ready to be led in the right direction. “I’m Dylan.”
“As silly as it sounds,” Dylan began, falling into step next to Elliot as they went to locate whoever was expecting a shiny little present on Level Four. “I think I would have remembered those eyes of yours. But I do work for the Landerwars, if you’re familiar...” She trailed off. As she used the well-known alias for the owners of Slick, Dylan scanned Elliots face for any signs of recognition. While Dylan believed in her ability to make an impression she was also a little humble. Maybe. It was more likely that Elliot was a regular. And regulars knew. “Might be where you’ve seen me.”
elliot-morrissey:
Elliot rounded the corner of the Atrium and couldn’t help but notice the person stood among the bustle of bodies, sticking out like a sore thumb.
Tucking their hands into their pockets, Elliot wandered over, keeping an eye on their lack of any particular direction. “You alright?” she asked, “You look lost.”
Dylan glanced down at the note in her hand again, turning it around in her hand as if it would make Adriana’s handwriting more legible. Even if she had been at Slick for months by now Dylan was still the newest hire, and that meant being sent out for the most mundane chores. Adriana’s light quipping tone and hyena like laughter still rung in her ears, “’Last one in, first one out!”
“I am very, very lost.” Dylan answered the voice as she turned to meet the eye of the stranger. A very beautiful stranger. Dylan smiled sweetly. Holding out the note for the other to see, she took a step closer to give them a better view. “I was sent to deliver a, uh, package, but I can’t seem to read the name let alone figure out what department they’re in.”
justingrxnt:
“Well perhaps someone put a curse on you out of jealousy for your beauty,” The young man tilted his head, letting the natural curve of his mother’s accent pop off his tongue. He’d never been happier than when he finally grew into his looks, he couldn’t imagine being any kind of suave at 13 and gangly. His smile was soft even as he gently took her hand and letting the nipple clamp pool into her palm, with discretion of course, he wouldn’t dare air someone’s dirty laundry that loudly. “Well, we all have odd things we must carry around for work. I myself often need an ax at times, and walking about in a public space with one isn’t as well received.” Justin stood and offered his hand to help her up. “Though I’m guessing your work must be strenuous and often with strange hours, how about I buy you another coffee? To make up for your lost one.” He raised his hands, “I won’t even ask about your work, I’m sure people poke about in your business once they find out. People have lost their sense of manners these days.”
The smoothness of the line took Dylan so by surprise that all she managed was to blink at the man. It was almost sickening that it was working. Shouldn’t she be immune to a handsome face by now? Dylan accepted the nipple clamp with a cocked eyebrow, putting it in her pocket. “Wait, don’t tell me, you’re a lumberjack?” Banter was easy and especially so with strangers. It came in handy in both her lines of work, she had learned, nothing puts wild trolls at ease as much as some witty banter. Accepting the offered hand she stood up again, her shoes protested loudly beneath her. “Manners?” Dylan scoffed out a laugh. “My dude, my man—I work at a sex club.” She deadpanned, her voice a little louder at the end of the sentence. Totally not on purpose. She shrugged. “Respect? Completely necessary. Manners less so.” After collecting the last of her things Dylan took a step closer to the man and leaned just barely into his personal space, enough to smell him. “But, if you’re still offering I will take you up on that coffee.” And with that, she turned on her ruined heel and walked towards the coffee shop she had just exited minutes ago, confident he’d follow.
Have you ever practiced kissing in a mirror?
“No, how is that any helpful? It’s... flat? And hard? Pillow is where it’s at! My pillow got so much action, you have no idea. Don’t even get me started on the humping.”
ainsley-morse:
Rising to stand with the cup still in her grasp, Ainsley looked down and inspected the impending stain against the fabric while Dylan quickly sorted herself out. The request made her laugh, smile peeling across her face as she failed to think of how many times this particular jumper had been fixed and repaired with magic, let alone a good old Muggle stitch or two. “This old thing has been through worse, trust me. I know something that’ll get it out, don’t worry,” she replied, looking back at Dylan with a gentle smile before loosening to a soft, guilty frown, “I don’t know any magic that can replace coffee, though. Let me get you something? I need a pick up and a good chat, if you’re happy to take the offer?” Ainsley tried to think of the last time she really spent some time with Dylan, and couldn’t place when that was.
As Ainsley laughed Dylan’s shoulders fell in relief. For a second she had worried she ruined the sweater for good. She smiled back at Ainsley’s comment, nodding along. “Thank dievs, because that’s not a good stain.” Looking at the offending fabric Dylan made a face. Why she continued to believe she was an octopus was beyond her (and her grandma). But here she was, yet again. At Ainsley’s offer for company, Dylan perked up from her momentary slip in glee. The day had been incredibly long. What had seemed like a fun mission this morning had quickly turned into something increasingly frustrating. Hunting for one specific pair of lace pantyhose in London was very different than chasing down a magic spoon in Belgrade. “Yes, please!” Dylan said as she offered her elbow to Ainsley and pointed them in the director of a quiet, small coffee shop. “I had to shop costume bits for all the girls at work and if I have to look at another Primark I will pass out, I swear.”