the texting picture prompt meme.

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THE TEXTING PICTURE PROMPT MEME A picture says more than a thousand words... You're in the middle of something, maybe not something important (though, who can say, maybe it was), but you were in the middle of this maybe unimportant thing anyway and it interrupts you, when your phone beeps and a message ticks in. It's a picture. Someone took a picture and sent it your way. Does it make you happy? Curious? Do you want to know more? If yes, text them back! Inquire! Tell them what the picture makes you think about, how it makes you feel. And on that note, converse! How to play: 1. Top-level with your character. Include prefs and the like, if you wish. 2. Others now leave a comment with a picture their character has sent to yours. 3. Have your character respond with a text, then go tag around as you wish. 4. They text back, you text back, everyone texts like their lives depended on it. 5. Be entertained!

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[kgbs]

Nonsense.

[ the murder part was right, at least. ]

[evite]

do you really want me to believe you're not a total softie?
show me when i get home.

[kgbs]

[ well then. ]

I will. You'll see.

[ that was probably what she wanted. ]

[evite]

[ obviously?? that's why she waited until she was right outside the door to say it. knock knock, prince charming. ]

[kgbs]

[ when he pulls the door open, he honestly doesn't expect it to be her. yes, he knows they had spent awhile messaging back and forth but had she really finished her shift already?

no matter. what matters is she's here. a smile flickers onto his face for a brief moment before he steps aside to let her in. ]

That is certainly some coincidental timing.

[evite]

Hi, honey, [ the words dripping saccharine sweetness as she shrugs off her blazer and bag onto the foyer's small catch-all ] Did you miss me?

[ and if so, how much? ]

[kgbs]

You made sure that I missed you with that picture. [ he closes and locks the door behind her before following her out into his living room. ]

It is good to see you. [ he'd missed her a lot, okay. ] Can I get you anything? Water? Something to eat?

[evite]

[ guilty as charged. sorry not sorry. ]

I'm okay. You can make me dinner later. [ a joke. but also not a joke. he does not want her to cook because he does not want her to burn the apartment down. ] You know, for somebody who's not a softie, you're being awfully cute right now.

[ m a r s h m a l l o w ]

[kgbs]

Because I offered you food and drink? That makes me soft? [ he immediately makes a face and shakes his head. ]

Stop calling me cute.

[ he's not and never will be. ]

It's not true.

[evite]

You can't just tell me what to do. [ unless it's in bed and even then there's a safeword. ] I think you're very cute.

[ cute enough to close the unnecessarily held gap between them, and for her hands to find familiar purchase toying with the buttons of his shirt. he's clearly come back from errands, not a round in the ring; button-up shirts and pressed chinos are day wear, not fighting attire. ]

You can deny it all you want, but I know the truth.

[kgbs]

You tell me what to do all the time.

[ was there a difference? yes. could he see that? not all the time. ]

It is not a label that fits. I do not do cute things and therefore, I am not cute.

[ cause and effect. ]

[evite]

Yes. [ no shame ] And you're very sweet to do them.

[ to play checkers with her, to spar with her, to make her dinner and stay with her until she falls asleep and to let the stubble along his jaw grow out. all requests stated as demands, and all met with little resistance (if any at all). ]

I like that. [ the little hidden pockets of sweetness that nobody else gets to see. ] I think it's cute.

[kgbs]

[ sweet and cute were not descriptors that people applied to him. it's strange hearing them now even if this isn't the first time. a man trained to killed from a young age being told that he wasn't that and only that. ]

Cute. Sweet.

[ what was next, adorable? ]

So strange to hear those words.

[evite]

I know a few more, if you need the synonyms.

[ she can think of a few other words too that might equally surprise him. words she hasn't said yet, words she hasn't even let herself think in more coherent moments — but words that creep up on the edges of her mind all the same, swim through her conscious thoughts when control slips away. when she looks up at him and sees the way his expression softens around a smile, or when his hands curve around her waist only to cradle her head against his chest. softness, sweetness. something far more than just company enjoyed. ]

But you were going to prove you weren't just those things, weren't you?

[ a gentle, nudging reminder. ]

[kgbs]

Mmm, was I?

[ yes, he had said that. or typed that. he hadn't expected here to be here quite so quickly but her she was, fingers worrying the buttons on his shirt for lack of anything better to do. ]

Are you trying to get me to handle you a bit roughly?

[ just checking. ]

[evite]

[ she laughs, a bright sound that's muffled as her head tips forward, forehead resting against his chest. the slight shake of it side to side barely registers. ]

You caught me, [ as she tips back again, eyes shining when they peer up at him ] Guilty as charged, officer.

[kgbs]

Hm. Was work that boring for you? Funny, I never have that problem.

[ but he didn't really have a legitimate job either. no matter. it works for him for the moment.

reaching down, he laces his fingers with hers, bringing her hands up because he wanted to hold them??? yes, that's what he wanted to do. but it also was useful in tugging her along with him when he starts moving towards the bedroom. ]

You could have just called me to spar. That would have worked just as well. [ kidding kidding. ]

[evite]

Yes, but then you would have met me at the gym, and not here.

[ and here is where she wants to be. she doesn't mind that he doesn't launch into things; his hands are warm and sure in hers, even as he pulls her along from one room to the next, and so daisy follows without hesitation or complaint. ]

And while I like it when you get all hot and bothered after I beat you up, that's not really what I had in mind.

[kgbs]

Excuse me? You beat me up? That's not how I remember it going.

[ they were evenly matched for the most part and while she took him down a few times here and there, he did the same thing to her. was there a winner declared? obviously if you asked her but she overconfident. ]

Lay down.

[ he twists her around until her back's facing the bed and uses the hold on her hands to give her a push, letting her go so she can't pull him down just yet. ]

[evite]

You've gotten punched in the head too many times. Bad memory.

[ is that what she's calling it? sure. they can go with that. it doesn't matter very much though. not when he's turning her on her heel and pushing her gently backwards, just enough pressure that her body rocks into the fall, her hands slipping from his as her back drops against the bedding.

there's a bit of a huff as the air escapes her lungs, but no pain or injuries to be concerned about. just a little surprise, the thrill up her spine familiar now. ]

I'm laying. [ go on. ]

[kgbs]

Or someone's just selectively remembering what they want to remember.

[ that seems more likely to him. he remembers landing on his back a few times here and there but never to the point where he hadn't gotten up. she was good but he was better. at least in his mind. is it true? magic eight ball says ask again later. ]

You are laying.

[ good. he waits until she's settled before he puts a knee on the bed and then the other so he can start sliding closer to her. ]

It's nice that you can listen to me sometimes. [ he puts a hand on either side of her shoulders and looks down at her quietly. ]

[evite]

I listen to you all the time.

[ sounds fake, but it's true. she listens to everything he says — she just doesn't always follow his instructions. 'stay here', 'don't be reckless', 'please don't go run out into trouble like a dumbass'. nah, she gotta.

'lay down on the bed and let me take care of you', okay. that she'll do every time. ]

[kgbs]

[ semantics. but also, stop running out into trouble like a dumbass. he's going to have a heart attack one day. ]

You listen to me when you want to listen to me.

[ like right now. ]

Keep your hands on the bed.

[ oh, it would be enjoyable to see how long she could listen to that. ]

I'll touch you but you don't touch me. Can you do that?

[evite]

Yes. [ maybe. ] I'll try.

[ she trusts him, though. which is probably the only reason her hands lay flat at her sides, palms down against the sheets. if she didn't trust him, she'd be bolting. (if she didn't trust him, she wouldn't be here at all.) ]

[kgbs]

[ he leans down, ghosts a kiss against her lips and then down to her chin before he pulls back to look at her once more. ]

If you can't, it is all right. I'm not going to be angry or upset.

[ he doubts even his level of control would keep him from touching her if their positions were reversed. but, she was also a lot more skilled at working him up while he was still trying to learn the best way to do that.

he'd lived a deprived life. ]