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bakerstreet2016-11-13 06:43 pm
reversesock) wrote in bakerstreet2016-11-13 06:43 pm
Friday night meant movie night,a now unbreakable tradition for the pair behind the Flash and Madam Archivist (Kristen still giggles over Cisco nicknaming her almost a year ago). But tonight Kristen was conducting a little experiment, her usual pencil skirt had become super skinny but nice black jeans as she waited outside the theater (having snagged tickets for the Ghostbusters reboot and only leaving the bare info over her lunchtime note drop).
"This is going to be good!" she giggled as she held onto the popcorn, candy and sodas while scanning the crowds. She had wanted to leave her glasses but got talked out of that idea by Caitlin,"The jeans are enough, it'll throw him but in a good way."
"This is going to be good!" she giggled as she held onto the popcorn, candy and sodas while scanning the crowds. She had wanted to leave her glasses but got talked out of that idea by Caitlin,"The jeans are enough, it'll throw him but in a good way."
Thorfinn hadn't like the idea of coming to represent his family at all, but his famous uncle, an earl in Jomsborg, was ill and not expected to make it. Thorfinn was a man of reputation himself, a warrior praised in battle, against the very uncle he was sent to represent. His bi-name had been given for his victory against the beast of a man.
He traveled in a group of thirty warriors. Out of all of them he looked the most bored. He had grown sick of this life ages ago. He only felt alive in the heat of battle and yet the thought of hurting bystanders bothered him. He was a fish out of water when he had kneeled before the woman he had heard so much about, he had not expected her to really be the beauty people spoke of.
After festivities died down and he was finally by himself he sighed lowering his head, he was tired of these kind of games, how much easier life had been if he had never been raised from higher than a sheep farmers son. Hearing a noise he reached for his blade turning towards the door... he was never comfortable in new places.
He traveled in a group of thirty warriors. Out of all of them he looked the most bored. He had grown sick of this life ages ago. He only felt alive in the heat of battle and yet the thought of hurting bystanders bothered him. He was a fish out of water when he had kneeled before the woman he had heard so much about, he had not expected her to really be the beauty people spoke of.
After festivities died down and he was finally by himself he sighed lowering his head, he was tired of these kind of games, how much easier life had been if he had never been raised from higher than a sheep farmers son. Hearing a noise he reached for his blade turning towards the door... he was never comfortable in new places.
[ It's late. He can feel it. It's not so late that he'll never get enough sleep before they have to roll out in the morning, but it's getting there.
And he can't sleep. It's too cold, up here in the mountains, and this mattress is uncomfortable, and the wool blanket is uncomfortable, and the narrow space between his bed and Hakkai's is uncomfortable. He's been trying not to make too much noise. It was a long day in a long week, and the mark on his neck obviously bothered Hakkai more than it bothered him.
Not that it doesn't bother him. He shifts under his lumpy blanket, quietly, to touch the back of his neck. It doesn't feel like anything, which is strange, in a way. Everyone else can see it, but he just has to believe it's there.
He rolls over for the millionth time to face Hakkai's silhouette in the dim light. ]
And he can't sleep. It's too cold, up here in the mountains, and this mattress is uncomfortable, and the wool blanket is uncomfortable, and the narrow space between his bed and Hakkai's is uncomfortable. He's been trying not to make too much noise. It was a long day in a long week, and the mark on his neck obviously bothered Hakkai more than it bothered him.
Not that it doesn't bother him. He shifts under his lumpy blanket, quietly, to touch the back of his neck. It doesn't feel like anything, which is strange, in a way. Everyone else can see it, but he just has to believe it's there.
He rolls over for the millionth time to face Hakkai's silhouette in the dim light. ]
[Open to anything and anyone! Specify whether you want transrat or cisrat!]
[Like many, Ayumu had fled to Traverse Town in the wake of Radiant Garden's destruction. With their mother slain by Heartless, it had fallen to her to raise her brother, Susumu, while their father divided his time between working as a spy and caring for the town residents as a doctor. They were all that remained of the once great Yamazaki family, the only ones left to keep their traditions alive but only in secret.
Most didn't know the cheerful, smiling woman working at a corner cafe had a secret much less what it was. She simply waited on customers, learning of their comings and goings and the events beyond. After her shift ends for the day, Ayumu departs the cafe, ready to head home.
Then she sees him. Or thinks she does anyway. There's a familiar redhead up ahead in the throng of people returning to their homes to the evening. After she gets a little closer, she hurries toward him, calling out.]
Lea? Lea, is that you?
Most didn't know the cheerful, smiling woman working at a corner cafe had a secret much less what it was. She simply waited on customers, learning of their comings and goings and the events beyond. After her shift ends for the day, Ayumu departs the cafe, ready to head home.
Then she sees him. Or thinks she does anyway. There's a familiar redhead up ahead in the throng of people returning to their homes to the evening. After she gets a little closer, she hurries toward him, calling out.]
Lea? Lea, is that you?
He's back, well he's been back to himself for a good while now, but right now he's back from a week long mission with Nat, he got called out right as they where putting the lights up on the Christmas Tree, and things where getting a little frisky.
He can't help the smile on his face, as he notices dropping his bag by the front door, and kicking his boots off, Steve waited for him to finish the tree. It makes him snort a little as he goes and turns on the twinkling multicolored lights and start searching the apartment for his Steve.
"I'm home, and in one piece." He says warmly and it's true he's only got a slight black eye and a couple of hearty bruises.
He can't help the smile on his face, as he notices dropping his bag by the front door, and kicking his boots off, Steve waited for him to finish the tree. It makes him snort a little as he goes and turns on the twinkling multicolored lights and start searching the apartment for his Steve.
"I'm home, and in one piece." He says warmly and it's true he's only got a slight black eye and a couple of hearty bruises.
( journal's under construction but all relevant info's here. she's 18+ and open to most consensual kinks. also, she has a tendency to slip into the third person. )
nah, you're fine! - also if you want to add me on Plurk, my handle there is FullOfBees
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- 2016-12-02 00:23 (UTC) - Expand[[ooc: Rias is an exceptionally fluffy person with those she's close to, and can be quite the giver (despite the fact she'll probably overpower/outrank whoever she's with). Geared for all the positive options, naturally.]]
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