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bakerstreet2016-06-28 01:37 pm
mirrormirrormeme) wrote in bakerstreet2016-06-28 01:37 pm
[you're teasing me with all these starters. Did you still want to do some snippets from their past, like a first meeting or first date, or is one running thread all you can handle right now? I'm still loving it, btw.]
Barry wasn't a heavy sleeper, but last night he slept like the dead. He rolled over, his arms wrapping around something soft and supple. Something that was definitely not a pillow. He made a sleepy sort of groggy noise that he got when he actually slept.
Not that he makes that sound all that often
"'Morning...."
Not that he makes that sound all that often
"'Morning...."
[ooc: none of the smutty options plz.]
[ooc: canon or cross-canon welcome! No smut please (references to it and fade to blacks are okay]
[ooc: I don't want to play out the smut, but referencing it is okay!]
Edited 2016-06-29 00:21 (UTC)
[ooc: I don't want to play out the smut, but referencing it is okay!]
((no smut))
[somewhere, there is a hierarchy of things that chara plainly did not deserve. things like happiness, or a sense of security.
of course, near the top of the list is Asriel Dreemurr. the monster chara would trust with their life, with the world, the monster who is their world. he's good, and kind, and patient, and rather handsome. they've known him for so long--almost a decade, by this point--and they can't imagine living without him. and they know he can't imagine living without them.
so, of course, chara had had to be selfish. selfish enough to ask him out, on a date, like they were a monster of renown enough to ask the heir to the Underground on a date. and Asriel was too kind and loving not to accept, even though he deserved someone he could grow old with, someone he could be with for all of his life. not some human who'll die before he even begins to age properly. but despite all of that, chara remained selfish.
so, that's why they're currently straightening up their outfit. in their childhood room, the room they and Asriel have always shared--and to be honest, it's completely and utterly ridiculous, that they're fretting so much. Asriel has seen them at their worst, near dead, twice before. so really, it doesn't matter if their pants aren't perfectly pressed, or if the embroidery on their vest isn't perfectly shaped into the golden flowers that they've taken on as their crest, of sorts (much to Toriel and Asgore's displeasure, and Asriel's sheepish discomfort. oh well.) or if the dark green of their vest doesn't quite match the rich emerald that they'd wanted it to be; or if they think they look more like a waif, thin and tall and pale, than any acceptable mate for the future king of the underground ought to.
and yet, here they are. hair hanging loose around their face, full lips pursed and nervous as they stare at themself in the mirror. waiting for him.]
of course, near the top of the list is Asriel Dreemurr. the monster chara would trust with their life, with the world, the monster who is their world. he's good, and kind, and patient, and rather handsome. they've known him for so long--almost a decade, by this point--and they can't imagine living without him. and they know he can't imagine living without them.
so, of course, chara had had to be selfish. selfish enough to ask him out, on a date, like they were a monster of renown enough to ask the heir to the Underground on a date. and Asriel was too kind and loving not to accept, even though he deserved someone he could grow old with, someone he could be with for all of his life. not some human who'll die before he even begins to age properly. but despite all of that, chara remained selfish.
so, that's why they're currently straightening up their outfit. in their childhood room, the room they and Asriel have always shared--and to be honest, it's completely and utterly ridiculous, that they're fretting so much. Asriel has seen them at their worst, near dead, twice before. so really, it doesn't matter if their pants aren't perfectly pressed, or if the embroidery on their vest isn't perfectly shaped into the golden flowers that they've taken on as their crest, of sorts (much to Toriel and Asgore's displeasure, and Asriel's sheepish discomfort. oh well.) or if the dark green of their vest doesn't quite match the rich emerald that they'd wanted it to be; or if they think they look more like a waif, thin and tall and pale, than any acceptable mate for the future king of the underground ought to.
and yet, here they are. hair hanging loose around their face, full lips pursed and nervous as they stare at themself in the mirror. waiting for him.]
( no rens please )
Edited 2016-06-29 02:07 (UTC)
If you prefer brackets over prose just tag how you want and I will follow suit
handsomefacepoe
- 2016-06-29 03:36 (UTC) - Expand( if you don't tell me your desires imma take this Places. )
i want you to do nothing. just stand next to me and say "yes, lady"
midwinters
- 2016-06-29 21:28 (UTC) - ExpandOOC: With Kylo Ren's temper I'm thinking slap slap kiss is the obvious one? Possibly in the middle of a fight?
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