texting generally speaking.

[madscenes]

TEXTING MEME
You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)

instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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@ghostface

[pharmacy]

[ cont. ]

yeah, that feels right
probably 50/50 then
good when I haven't seen you, bad when I have

[ex_ghostface110]

i'll keep the mask on next time, then.

( because there's always a next time, isn't there, quentin! )

[pharmacy]

you're that concerned with making it good for me?

[ex_ghostface110]

i'm more curious where you draw the line.

[pharmacy]

which line

[ex_ghostface110]

whatever line you've drawn for me in your head.
how far you're willing to let me go.

( pretty far, from what danny's seen. )

do you even know where that line is, q?

[pharmacy]

I don't think about you THAT much

[ A lie, a stupid lie, anyone could see through it, nevermind Danny--nevermind the Ghostface. He sends it immediately, though, just throwing the first thing on hand at something scary. More honestly: ]

I don't care what you do to me
If it's not hurting anyone, what does it even matter?

What do you even care if you cross it?

[ex_ghostface110]

( does he care? that's a good question. he supposes he cares a little, in a way — enough to waste more than one night on quentin, enough that he idly thinks about fucking him at all hours of the day, whether he's on a hook in a trial or in his lap in a dark motel in the garden. )

it ain't hurting anyone but you.

( truthfully, he wants to know how deep the rot goes. )

i think old habits die hard and you want to believe you're a martyr.
if i ain't got my eyes on anyone but you, i can't hurt anyone but you. that's digestible. that's easier than admitting that you get off on the shit i do to you as much as i get off right in your hot little mouth.

it's okay if you don't know where the line is. we can find it together.

[pharmacy]

[ Empathetic may have been a stretch, but Quentin can't contest that Danny is insightful. It's another weapon in his hands, sharpened in friction with Danny's talent and/or compulsion for spying. It hurts. Burns, behind his eyes and in his chest (anger, embarrassment) and under his belly button (I don't think about you). He pinches his phone between his knees to take a second, massage the tension out of his jaw, breathe away an invasive memory (memories? there's no instance he thinks of but he can't shake the feeling--) of Danny's mouth good, bad, open and rushing below Quentin's ear, blood or spit or cum slick, laugh or sob stuck like a barb in his throat-- ]

What happens when we find it
If I draw the line does this stop

[ex_ghostface110]

do you want it to stop?

[pharmacy]

idk
I'd say it's about 50/50

[ex_ghostface110]

i told you before: all you have to do is ask me to stop.

( in springwood, when he plastered quentin's face all over the school. )

you won't.
but it's not because i'm standing in your way.

[pharmacy]

It's because I need it, and you're the only person that can give it to me
Something like that, doc?

[ex_ghostface110]

( nice deflect, bro. )

so tell me to stop.
say no.
say you don't want it.

[pharmacy]

Don't tell me what to do

[ex_ghostface110]

but you listen for me so sweetly. (:

( fucking whore. he can deny it all he goddamn wants. )

don't worry, q. just a little friendly conversation, that's all.
i ain't done with you yet.