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vitanimeanswarâ:
â & Another string of laughter as she shifts on the balls of her feet, moving around the male in a circle; her cat like tendancies showing. âIâm a lioness itâs what I do.â Watch those around you, prey on the weaker beings and lazy about. That had been her life as a Lion but now thatâs been turned human, itâs different. To an extent. âThatâs where youâre wrong, I donât want anything from you.â
  He didnât follow her as she moved, his eyes moved back and forth but that was about it. âAre you one of those furrys I hear about?â Ie he had to guess, or maybe he was just teasing her. âYet here you are and going in circles. If you did want something I would inform you to be bold, I prefer blunt people.â
clumsybornâ:
â No ah ââ He paused, face flushing with embarrassment. âJust honored? Most donât bother tae show me things like that.â The younger shook his head, thinking again before he spoke. âI meant theyâre yours so you can choose who sees them or nah. Canât control reactions unfortunately.â He frowned at that, knowing he would never have the courage to reveal his own scars.
  âHonored...â He mumbled, not seeing how honored one could feel over something like that. Or at least Enzo never looked at it that way before, brows furrowing as he thought about it. âI could control them with magic, not that I would.â He preferred reactions to be real, it was a far better enjoyment level gained. âIâll be sure to share more if you feel so honored, so long as you donât go rushing about telling others.âÂ
wolfistiicâ:
â & Thereâs a snort from the blonde, âSure would but Auradon would frown upon that.â A gesture around them as she looks back to her money, folding the bills up. âAnd if youâre caught here thereâs real punishments, nothing like back on the Isle. But â if you can find a real sucker, go for it just be careful about it.â
  âShould I care what Auradon frowns upon? Iâd love to poke around and see what kind of dark secrets hide behind the doors of Auradon.â He smirked, the idea was pleasing. The perfect, the nice, they always had something to hide away. âMaybe you didnât have real punishments on the Isle, some of us did.â If you werenât good enough that was punishment in its self. âMmm, donât want to be my partner in crime?âÂ
Richard Madden for Grazia Italia
Iâll fuck you when youâre mad and you need to let off steam, Iâll fuck you when youâre craving me so badly that your head is spinning, and Iâll fuck you when I feel the need to claim you and make you remember who youâre with. Iâll make love to you when youâve had a long hard day with school or work, when youâre sad and you need me to make you feel loved and beautiful again. Iâll channel my love into your body with my fingers and my lips and I wonât let you doubt what I feel for you.
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vitanimeanswarâ:
 â & When he was nude. Thereâs a scoff coming from her before laughter and a shake of her head, lips beginning to spread upwards into a wicked grin. âIâm sure you do just fine ether way.â She definitely recognizes him though she canât quite place him, curious nature spiking with a tilt of her head. âWho said I wanted anything? Maybe I just like people watching from close up.â
  âThatâs a little creepy, even for my standards.â People watching could be so boring unless they were doing something of interest. Otherwise, he paid no attention to them. He was often found in his own mindset. âIâd suggest getting a new more interesting hobby, I donât know like tree hugging. Just as creepy, but Iâm no tree.â None of that really answered him, if she had wanted something he wanted to know what that was. âBack on topic, you probably want something, most people do.âÂ
wolfistiicâ:
 â & Thereâs nothing she wants more than to get the hell out and get her ass back to her apartment, but apparently having company while she counts out is fates way of saying fuck you. âHoney, theyâd do more than chain you up. Canât say I blame them ether, youâre a gorgeous man â and frankly they donât care who you are or if youâre spoken for or not.â Natalie offers as she finishes counting, looking up at him finally. âNo, itâs not. But itâs better than the shit we got back on the Isle â you find a job out here yet?â
  âHeh, most donât care if they are spoken for or not.â Kind of what he didnât take the dating thing lightly. Enzo wasnât entirely sure if he could put that much trust in someone after all his father sure didnât stick around. âIâve found a couple, though Iâm pretty sure thieving would pay off far better. Some of these jobs just donât cut it, and the people you have to deal with need personality adjustments.âÂ
clumsybornâ:
 âI understand that,â Sammy spoke without thinking. The male bit his tongue, reminding himself to be careful. Everyone on the Isle had scars, physical or otherwise, so the other shouldnât put too much thought into his words. âBut you can share yer scars with whoever ya want. No one or everyone.â He shrugged with a small smile. âBut tâanks fer showinâ me.â Not many people took Sammy seriously enough to show him something so personal.
  Manipulation was key to many things in life, show a form of weakness and people went for it. For a long time, he thought they were a burden but now he could use them to his advantage. âI wasnât expecting you to be oddly so... Accepting of them.. You seem more thrilled that I did.â A brow cocked as he looked the male over. âThatâs not true, not everyone, and not just anyone. Some people didnât take it well.âÂ
oftheglitterandgoldâ:
Nodding slowly as he listened to what he was saying, Chao then continued to read his book. Clearly he was beyond bored at this point, scars wasnât really a topic he liked to talk about. Mainly because he had so many and he hid them for a reason. âGood for you?â his words sounded more like a question. He wasnât a rude person but he was rather confused as to why this conversation was even happening in the first place.
  âHmm, you seem bothered. Not your thing, perhaps?â He questioned, eyes lowering to the book. âGreat for me actually-â It wasnât something he talked about normally. âBothered and a bit stiff, make me curious why that is. Care to share?âÂ
devilwears-stilettosâ:
» casia listened to him talking, her facial expression a bit softer from her usual ice queen persona. âyour scars show who you are, you shouldnât be hiding them.â the brunette had a few scars of her own, decorating her toned skin. most of them were small, barely visible, yet in a twisted way she was proud of them. showed what she went through and reminded her each day that she could trust only herself. âwear them like an armour.â
  âSometimes things need to be hidden, or they canât be shown but over time itâs possible. I donât like to think they define me too much, that gives who did them too much credit.â He wasnât the type of villain that wanted to cause havoc, but he wasnât opposed to it or hurting others if need be for his own objectives. âPeople like to stab and poke at armor.âÂ
ofsircnsâ:
  "donât worryâiâm not gonna ask you to show them to me,â althea reassured him, her voice soft and gentle like it always is. everyone bear different scars, some are marred forever on their skin while some marks are hidden underneath the surface and would not easily be seen. still, the way he described how he could still feel them tingling after all this time made her sympathize. though her own scars might be buried deep within her being, she couldnât help but question him more, âdo you mind me asking where you got them? or at least some? or do we need another round of shots for that?â
  âIâm thinking a few more rounds, itâs one thing to show but another to go down memory lane. I relive those moments enough in my nightmares.â Some were good, tiny ones his own doing for various reasons. Like tripping and falling on a broken bottle, or climbing a building and failing miserably. Others were the cause of someone else. âDrink until you just donât care anymore and let all those little blocks holding you back shatter.âÂ
  âYou know-â He paused if only briefly to wet his lips. âI donât just show anybody my scars.â He may be more like his mother than his father, but he did still have some fragment of his father in him. Despite his anger towards the man, Enzo often closed himself off even to his friends. If he could consider them friends- Mostly enemies, acquaintances. âItâs a bit personal, sensitive in different ways. Some tingle, some when touch reminds me of how I got it, otherâs it feels like ice melting down my stomach.â Magic helped from time to time when he needed to cover them up.Â
xspcwnâ:
    At her age, she knew she should know better than to fall asleep at any given place.  But it was a habit. She was somewhat alone. She found this secluded area a long time ago and made it her spot. She looked at the time and just sighed. It was early. somewhat. it would be an hour or two before the sun decides to go down.
    Her sketches were on the ground here and there. The tips of her fingers were painted the colors of her completed picture. A red streak of paint of her cheek. One anyone would mistake for blood, considering how red it was.  She was relaxed. A black cat curled up besides her. Itâs been a while since she felt this silence. The leaves rustling. While she was slightly cold, she could withstand it. She still slightly shook.
    To any given eye, she was quite the beauty.  Sometimes even mistaken for a PRINCESS for those who didnât know who she was. She seem rather VULNERABLE. No one would guess the darkness she had inside. Or the form she could take on should anyone set her off. Â
  With his hand coming down into his other palm, he finally decided. âI have no idea where I am...â Was he sleepwalking? Daydreaming? His feet were moving but his mind was elsewhere. Even as he thought about where he was, his legs and feet continued to move. When he was just a boy he often found himself sleepwalking, some nights he needed to be tied down just to stay in his bed. This felt different, he wasnât sleeping just thinking.Â
  The scene before him had him questioning if he truly was awake. Eyes moving between the scattered paintings as he stepped around them. The girl in the center seemed odd. Despite having messy hands, maybe she would know where he was. Just as he was about to ask his eyes lowered to the cat, if this was a dream it would have been a dog. Now that he established that, he figured asking was the only option.Â
  âDonât suppose you know where I am, or where here is?â Thatâs if she would even be helpful, trusting people was not something he did.Â
vitanimeanswarâ:
â & it didnât matter how many years had passed since sheâd crossed into the realm of magic, of being turned human there were certain traits and notions that would never leave her from her lioness life. a lioness is patient above all else when it comes to watching her prey, and this moment is no different as vitani moves around the pretentiously sculpted bush; emerald orbs focused intently on the other a few feet away.
  Itâs not that it was obvious but a feeling, he knew what it felt like to have eyes on him. Sometimes he enjoyed it, other times it just annoyed him. People werenât blunt enough for his taste. âListen... Normally when Iâm being watched Iâm in class and Iâm nude.â He liked the attention, strangely enough, and he earned a little extra credit. âI feel more naked clothed than I do when actually naked with you, so what the hell do you want?âÂ
wolfistiicâ:
 â & Soft clicking of nails against the counter top as she counts the money sheâs earned from tips over the last six hours, pink brushing across her bottom lip out of habbit; âIf youâre looking for service â I ainât on shift right now.â Gaze doesnât bother to flicker upward to the stranger, instead continues to fucs on counting as bare leg crosses over the other briskly. âIâm sure one of the other broads will be happy to assist you.â
  âNow, donât be like that.â He smirked, pulling up a chair and settling down upon it. âI donât need their services, always giving me those weird looks. Pretty sure they want to chain me up and do unspeakable things to me.â He shrugged, arms crossing against his chest. âThat.... Heh, thatâs not a lot of earnings.â You would think people would tip better, although most were too into themselves.Â