Only 3 choices

[quickied]

FUCK*, MARRY, OR KILL
a game with a twist



You know the game: now, let’s dabble in a version that’s a little bit unusual.

how to play
○ Do the comment do.
○ Folks line up to say whether they would fuck* (*kiss, if your character's underage or you're not into R-rated dialogue), marry, or kill your guy.
○ Rinse. Repeat. ♾️

Comments

[lovesque]

( what. )

... Isn't this all hypothetical?

[wingdoovers]

Supposed to be.

You turned so red there, though. I thought you were thinking about the real thing.

[lovesque]

No, I didn't! ( she did. )

You just... Made it sound like you were actually considering it.

[wingdoovers]

Maybe I was.

[lovesque]

( mouth opens, then closes. again, she flushes a warm shade of pink, stomping her foot in a petulant sort of way. )

Stop teasing me!

[wingdoovers]

Okay.

[ The opposite of teasing is acting in earnest, isn't it? His hands come up to cup her face, and he leans down towards her. ]

[lovesque]

( wait. what is he doing — WHAT IS HE DOING? hands shoot up, and now they're both cupping each other's face. well, he's cupping — ann has palms pressed to his lips. )

H-Hey! Wait a second!

[wingdoovers]

[ He pauses where he is. ]

Wait, or stop?

[lovesque]

I...

( she shuffles from foot to foot, glancing up and then away. )

Wait. Just... ( a small huff. ) Are you being sincere or are you doing this to mess with me?

[wingdoovers]

[ He drops his hands when she looks away, pulls back fractionally. ]

I'm sincerely attracted. Not going to dance off at the last second, call you a fool for feeling good to be wanted, or wanting a moment.

Whether I want more than a moment, I don't know yet.

[lovesque]

( the response leaves her feeling brave enough to meet his gaze again, hands reaching to take his own and bring them to her face. )

That's okay, I don't know either.
But this... Is also okay.

[wingdoovers]

[ His palms settle on her cheeks again, tilting her head up. Long fingers jostle the tails of her hair; they seem to interest him. But right now...

His wings snap out in a wide circle around her. A barest shred of privacy. Then he leans in, lips brushing over hers. ]

How's this?

[lovesque]

( she's pliant in his hold, head lifting — only to start at the sudden extended wings. her giggle is muffled, then quickly silenced when lips touch hers; eyes fluttering shut. )

Good. ( a murmur, pushing herself onto tiptoes to kiss him again. ) I like it.

[wingdoovers]

Mm.

[ Good then. He pushes back, head tilting fractionally. A hand slips further into her hair, holding her to the kiss for a second, two, three.. ]

[lovesque]

( lips part, her breath warm as she exhales. the longer the kiss goes on, the more ann feels like she's surrendered herself to him; hands raising to tentatively curl fingers against broad shoulders. )

[wingdoovers]

[ His hands drop to her waist and he hoists her up. Is that what she wants? It suits him, anyway, not having to stoop down to meet her. He noses up under her jaw, kissing her throat. ]