Come to my window

[lana_del_taco]

Come To My Window shipping meme You know the drill from every nineties movie/tv show known to man, because apparently there were no doors in the nineties: you, oh poor you, are stuck up in your room, and then, a rock is thrown at your window! Why, who would do such a thing? No, it's not some kind of burglar coming in to steal all your...private room things, it's your childhood friend from next door (who totally has a crush on you/you're nursing a crush on), your free-spirited boyfriend or girlfriend, or another rebellious love interest who has a long, long ladder and no need for conventional entrances. Why are they here? To finally confess their secret feelings for you? Give you your first kiss? Sneak you away because your parents don't approve? Maybe they have a crappy home life and just need somewhere to stay. Whatever the case may be, open those window panes and get ready for sneaking in, sneaking out, and possibly making out. Inspired by all those teen movies where love interests climb in through windows. Play it as straight or as ridiculous as you want. Age your character down. I don't care, I'm not the boss. Comment with your character and prefs. Also, are they the one climbing in the window or up in the room? Reply to others. Be cool. Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight, lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me.

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Claire Bennet | Heroes | OTA

[breakablegirl]

Chloe Price | Life Is Strange | OTA

[hellagay]

(Voicetesting pls be gentle)

[amberalerts]

[ hey there! o/ you cool with amberprice? ]

[hellagay]

(Hells to the yes! Reminds me I need to get some Before The Storm icons. )

\o/

[amberalerts]

[ Tok.

It's two in the morning, and the rap on Chloe's windowsil could easily be construed as a passerby squirrel, or the wind curling a tree branch to knock against the house.

The first time.

By the time the fifth pebble hits the window, Chloe should probably clue on. Or Rachel fucking hopes so, anyway, because it's not getting any warmer out here and her patience shortens considerably under the effects of vodka.

Tok. Tok. Tok. Tok.

Seriously, open up. ]

[hellagay]

[Nah that was definitely a squirrel.

Chloe is wide awake, the lights are off but she's staring at the slowly fading glow-in-the-dark stars she's recently adhered to her ceiling and trying her best to think of the good shit that's happened to her this year instead of the ever increasing frequency that Major Douche is staying over at her house these days.

That was probably the wind.

But that? That third dull tok? That was too purposeful.

Something in her chest flutters in nervousness or excitement, she can't tell which, as she rolls out of bed. Stumbling over her trashcan,] Shit! [Chloe Price pushes open her window and sticks her head out, hoping-

And grinning when that butterfly of a feeling in her chest settles firmly on excitement.]

Rachel? [She half-whispers, half-shouts.] What-?

[amberalerts]

[ Rachel, occupied with the task of finding the next suitably-sized rock to throw, takes a moment too long to notice the window's been opened and chucks it right towards Chloe's head. Good thing Chloe's got quick reflexes.

Rachel laughs at the sight of her, pleased. ]

But, soft, [ she presses one hand over her chest, words slurring slightly, ] what light through yonder window breaks?

[ ... But like. For real. ] You gonna let me in or what, Price?

leopold mountbatten | kate & leopold

[bigfoodie]

[ Can be the one climbing the window or the one whose window is... being climbed up to...

He's a duke! Come on. ]

delsin rowe | infamous: second son

[revolutes]

[ climbing into everyone’s window lbr ]

Camilla Valentino | Original | OTA

[adonii]

Isabelle Lightwood | Shadowhunters

[izzybelle]

[ Could play either role. ]

Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV |

[fairygodspecs]

[M/M for shipping, OTA everything else. Cast mates and cross canon welcome.

Can imagine Ignis receiving a gentleman at the window and being confused by it, I mean why not use the door, but he can also be the suave window guy too.]

Leo De Luca | OC | OTA

[lupo_mannaro]

[ OTA for gen and shipping; he probably won't hear any pebbles hitting his window but feel free to climb in anyway and give the dude a coronary event. ]

Meredith Morgan ★ OC

[cupboard_magic]

[ M/F for shipping, OTA for gen/platonic. ]

WHAT IS THIS?? I DON'T??

[necromanteia]

Yeah, pebbles ain't doing it. And guess who lost another cell phone to the swampy depths of his own front yard? Also guess who didn't bring the herbal pouch he needs to huff on to astral project? Seriously, it's only when he needs it that it's sitting at home...

Fuck it.

Heat wheedles a Bowie knife blade into the seam between two windows, flicking the latch, and pushes them open. There's the ol' boy, sitting angled away from the window. Perched on the windowsill a whole story from the ground, Heat sinks a hand into his dusty leather jacket and pulls out a pouch.

"Hey," he barks suddenly from the window, holding the pouch up in the air. He knows to punch up the volume, just in case the hearing is especially shitty today. "Special d'livery, man."

helen williams | oc

[wemadeit]

[ either role, tbh. can be platonic/gen or shippy. ]

I REQUIRE NO EXPLANATION

[lupo_mannaro]

If Leo had any hint that he might be getting a visitor tonight, then he might be more inclined to guess these things. But in a turn of events that will shock and surprise all involved, he's blissfully unaware of anyone breaking in through his window. His attention's solely on the sketchbook in his lap.

Until it's not.

What's clearly a shout to Heat is a pillow-muffled sound of some description to Leo, who turns and promptly startles so badly his drawing earns itself a black score mark straight through to the edge of the page.

"Dannazione--" With an exhale of relief that Heat isn't, you know, an actual burglar, Leo closes his pencil inside the sketchbook and pushes it onto the nearest flat surface as he wheels himself around to face his friend. He's not pissed that he's just let himself in, but he is still waiting for his heart rate to recover itself.

"What're you doing here? And why wasn't the door an option..?"

scarlett langford | oc

[unburies]

justine ward | oc

[strangletheheart]

[necromanteia]

"Watch'er language, son," Heat shouts jokingly as he lumbers in through the window, moving to make sure his boots don't squish anything valuable below, or that he doesn't knock anything off of anything else. Hey, he made sure his shoes were clean before coming in!

Once his feet are on flooring, Heat perks at Leo's question, and with a renewed attention, he glances around the room dramatically. "Oh, y'all got doors here? Fancy."

Another joke, his smile somehow still visible through all this beard, showing a warmth that assures no venomous sarcasm lives underneath. "Sorry, Leo, wasn' tryna excite you. Can't pick them kinda locks, windows're a lot easier."

But that didn't answer his... Okay, well, Heat's bringing the pouch out again. "Like I said, special, de-livery."

It's a suede pouch about the size of his hefty-sized hand. When Leo takes it, he'll find a blend of dry herbs and roots within. Heat will provide an explanation before Leo can ask. "You were tellin' me 'bout your pain issues last time. I asked some witches about pain management. This should help, potent stuff, but nothing, uh...legally ambiguous." Heat's brows raise and he makes an innocent side-glance across the room.

"Got rosemary too, all that good stuff for lycans. Smoke it, steep it, grind it down for whatever. Uh, if you got any of that vaporizing gear, I couldn't tell you how to go 'bout it, not really that high tech yet, out in the sticks."

[wemadeit]

[ for agoodson ]

She'd spent the last seven hours hiding in the closet of the man's home. He lived alone. An easy target for a home robbery. Only it hadn't turned into just a home robbery and Helen knew that it wasn't going to be as simple as that. She'd waited in the closet, knees to her chin and shaking until the gun went off and the footsteps of the intruders as they ran for it.

Helen crawled out of the closet and into warm, red blood that had begun to pool on the hardwood floor. Her wings had slid from her shoulder blades, tearing through the fabric of her t-shirt and hoodie - she hadn't thought to wear something properly tailored - and stretched out, tense and quivering.

She took the man's hand as he lay dying; swallowing the pain and fear of ever-approaching death and taking it into herself, making her ache and suffocate. He didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to die on his own with no one caring for him. He, in turn, she surrounded in warmth and peace and light. She whispered softly to him, easing him into the end: death is safe and warm, go where you need to go. I'm here, you're not alone. You're not going to die alone, I'm here, I'm here.

He brought a hand to her face, accidentally smearing blood on her cheek. He thanked her, falling still and the hand fell away.

Helen closed his eyes, placing his hands gently on his chest. Barely able to stand, she felt dizzy and cold... so very cold. The man's death was smothering her. She had to leave. She didn't think to leave through the front door but the way she'd come in, through the fire escape. Shaking, she opened the window. It had been easier to get in this way but for some reason, the window jammed, leaving only half the space. Her hands were too wet with blood to properly shift it out.

She had to leave. She clambered through anyway, only to find herself getting stuck in the process, her wings blocking her escape. She couldn't pull them back in, she couldn't even think to. It was too soon to try anyway.

"No, no, not now." she whispered, twisting herself desperately but she couldn't quite manage. "Not now."

[lupo_mannaro]

Leo just blinks once. "..But you wouldn't have to pick the lock, I do have a doorbell..."

A doorbell connected to his phone. Truly, this is a magical age in which to live.

But hey, Heat's here now - and bearing gifts apparently. Certainly not something Leo's going to complain about. With a curious look, he meets him halfway and takes the pouch from him, turning it over in his hand. He glances inside only briefly, looking up at Heat again just as he begins his explanation. There's a little bit of brain lag - as his brothers have called it - as he works out the words alongside the combination of accent and beard, but he gets the gist of it.

And it's a gist that softens his curious look of concentration into one of surprise and appreciation. The last time they'd spoken and his pain issues had come up, he'd more ranted than anything else and he'd felt sort of bad about it after.

Clearly he hadn't been entirely intolerable.

When Heat's done explaining, he gives him a bright, sincere smile. "This is very thoughtful, thank you - I couldn't have blamed you if you'd switched off on me the other day, but...well, the future Mr Hyde version of me appreciates it greatly."

The rosemary at least will be good for when he can't use silver on either side of the full moon; here's hoping the rest of the mix works it's magic and sees him through the event itself. At this point he's happy to try anything at least once if there's potentially a 3 day on the cards instead of a 6 or 7.

As he closes the pouch again with one hand, he uses the other to motion in the general direction of his kitchen, steering himself the same way. "Can I get you anything while you're here? You've brought me pain relief, at the very least I can make you something."

[agoodson]

Before Michael's time out of his own world, he would have had nothing but scorn for any universe that wasn't created by the Father he knew, and even now he can't say that he's fond of them, but his father's acceptance and even curiosity about such things has softened his view of them somewhat. Assuming they don't threaten his own, of course. He's never believed in coincidences before, and that much hasn't really changed, so when he abruptly found himself with this strange connection to angel from an unfamiliar world he was inclined to pay attention rather than dismiss it outright. Calling her an angel feels more and more like a misnomer, she's so very different from him, but she's... interesting. And persistent.

It feels almost too selfish to take time away from his own work to visit her, but things are stable enough that he can. When he does, it seems that inevitably it happens to be at a very inopportune moment for her. His appearance on the steps of the fire escape is quiet, with only the usual flutter of his wings settling behind him to herald his arrival, his form dressed in the more casual clothing that most humans seem to find more comfortable rather than the more formal wear, and he's immediately faced with a rather bloody, and rather stuck angel of some description.

It's clear enough that she's in distress. He doesn't recognize the unrest that permeates through both her physical form and her soul, it's all a strange meld of familiar elements combined in entirely new and bizarre ways, but he processes all of it within the span of a blink. Why she's scrambling to get out of a room with a dead human, he doesn't know, but this definitely isn't a good time or place to talk. So he takes a step forward, reaching out to push the window up until it's fully open. It's not even difficult enough to warrant a touch of grace, his vessel's muscles are more than up to the task. He won't immediately try to reach out toward her, but if she makes a grab for his arm to help pull herself out and upright he'll allow it.

She has wings but she's foiled by a jammed window. He thinks it's a rather fitting dichotomy, given the way she seems to straddle the line of mortal and immortal. If not for her obvious distress it might have been funny, not that he's overly predisposed to humor in general.

"What happened?" He asks, glancing again toward the room beyond where the man's lifeless body lies on the floor. He has a look of peace, despite the obvious violence of his death, but his soul is gone, leaving only his physical form and his reaper, such as she is.

[wemadeit]

Helen doesn't notice him, not at first. She's too occupied with trying to get free that she visibly jumps at the sight of him, her eyes wide and unblinking. He lifts the window with such ease and she's stirred into action once again.

She considers grabbing him to help herself get out but when she realises there's blood on her hands, she decides against it and readjusts her grip on the window-ledge. She hauls herself out with surprising ease, her wings free from obstruction, and tumbles unceremoniously down the short ledge between the window and the grating of the fire escape.

"I--" she swallows thickly, shifting herself to sit. She can't look back, she can't look back into the apartment, back at the body. She can't do it. Her eyes instead glance down at the smears of blood on her hands, her chest feels like ice.

"What was supposed to happen," she says finally. "What I had to."

Her fingers tremble, she looks lost and with clarity all at once. The death blooms inside of her like ink in water, one more name for her book of the dead. Number twenty-five. A little piece of her starts to shatter inside; she feels a little emptier, a little number.

"They got away, I knew they would. I just did what I was supposed to do: I made it okay for him," she whispers. She finally looks up at him, shaking her head at him. "He didn't want to be alone."

Re: leopold mountbatten | kate & leopold

[ignoringjohn]

Anthea was a sensible person. The person she was when she wasn't at work could be a bit more fanciful, which is why when she was handed a gentleman who looked like he had come directly from a costume ball and asked to keep an eye on him and 'Dear God, woman, don't lose him we have to put him back,' she knew enough not to ask. She also knew enough about Torchwood to venture a private guess.

Whenever he was from, electronic locks had never been encountered and he hadn't waited for her before opening the door to the balcony and hopping over the half-wall to get to the next room.

"Mister -" correcting, "Sir. That was hardly necessary, your fingerprint next to the door handle was all that was needed."