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Sneaking

Come To My Window

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.
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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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( Friend climbing into Claire's window is canon. She'd totally be the climber too, tho. )

( m/m or canonmates preferred! )

( info on journal/profile. can HS/College AU or not. alternative prompt idea: someone seeing her in her window, potentially stalkery but she's kinda into it? or she's the potential stalker, lmao. just a thought. )

Edited (added thing) 2023-06-27 19:08 (UTC)

[OTA -- fluffy stuff for established CRs only. But, he could be at your window trying to get your attention for a different reason. Or you can be at his!]

Edited 2023-06-27 21:43 (UTC)

[leaning out her window, looking down

Bonjour monsieur Cromwell! Though I do appreciate the historical applications of you being outside my window and that attempt at a serenade, I think that perhaps you are looking for Anika? She had to stay late at the hospital tonight, and will likely capture a nap in her office rather than to come home.

Nope. You are the beautiful girl I am looking for tonight.

[The surprise is evident in her sudden silence and rapid blinking.]

Well then, I should unlock the door to allow you in, or are you perhaps enticing me out into the night? Either way, this likely calls for more clothing than I currently have on. One moment, monsieur, oui? Come around to the front of the building, I shall be there shortly.

Definitely a clothes on kind of chat. Indoors. [Ashley comes around to the front to wait for her.]

Fortunately Mara is not only a swift dresser, but prefers things that are pulled on swiftly with minimal fuss, so she is at the door with a long, embroidered skirt and matching chemise to let him in before a hand-span of minutes go by. Matching slippers complete the outfit as she turns from the front door to open the inner door of the small alcove, once Ashley has shut the front door behind him.

The alcove is big enough for a small bench, with several hooks for coats and cubbies on the wall for hats, gloves, sports gear or packages and the like, along with a place to put boots or muddy sneakers. It's all rather typical and normal. Within that second door however? That is where the magic happens.

Living plants tower and trace across the ceiling, flowers in stages of bloom create a riot of colors and scents, with the hint of incense from the resins that Mara had left burning on her offering shelf. The step-down living room has a low, half-round couch on a thick rug, comfy pillows strewn along it, and a few furs draped over it's back. The couch faces a fireplace, and around the room there are various musical instruments tucked into corners here and there. Above the mantle, along the ceiling is a drop-down projection screen for movie nights or sports shows. There is a lot of wood in the architecture, even the columns are mid-sized tree trunks; and baskets up high on shelves near the ceiling hold a profusion of herbs, spices, twirling vines, and yes more flowers.

The only place on this first floor that even comes close to a normal household is the kitchen that's right off the living-dining room area and that's where Mara leads Ashley now. But even in here it's just a bit uncanny valley-esque. The appliances are all ceramic coated, with the stove being the centerpiece and Mara's shining joy. The stove was imported from Italy and contains a double oven and six burners among other things, and has gleaming brass knobs and handles. Everything around is white ceramic, or brass, or wood or glass. (not counting the plants that grow here too, of course) And there is not a single piece of steel or iron within touching range - and that includes the silverware, which in this case, is carved wood, shell, or ivory.

"Are you hungry, or thirsty perhaps?"

( he's on the third floor and there's no fire escape attached to his balcony... )

[ He's in the opposite building drinking and eating pizza when he notices the other. He looks at the beer, the pizza, the other, and figures he's over due for doing dumb shit that'll get him killed. So he packs up the beer, the pizza, and picked up his gear he uses for rappelling. He finds himself over on the roof of the other building and rapells down the wall to the third floor which has no fire escape on the balcony.

Fire hazard aside, he's on the balcony with the rope still attached and lays out the beer and pizza.

He taps on the window and pulls back onto the rappel rope to dangle off the balcony, because he's either going to get punched, shot, or both. But at least he has a beer in his hand when he dies.

He taps on the window again.]

( he's just returned for the day when jasper spares a glance toward his apartment, finding reprieve and settling in after a long day out and not as much work done as he would have liked. with the tv on, the tinny echo of some cooking show filling the silence in the spartan apartment, he gives the contents of his fridge a quick glance before realizing he hasn't much to actually work with for dinner.

sighing, he settles in on the floor across from the tv and digs out his phone to scroll through his options on doordash. the exhaustion keeps him scrolling, not quite satisfied or pressed enough to order. by the time he's gone through a dozen different places, he finally picks through one of the menus but stops promptly from the faint sounds of something quite abnormal to be near his balcony.

the blinds are closed on the door, so he can't exactly get a good view, for better or worse. carefully tucking his phone away, he rises back to his feet, shifts to the far wall parallel to the door and listens carefully. faint clanks. the sound of skidding rope, shoes scraping against brick.

what the fuck?

all to soon there's a knock at the glass of the door, and bucky is even more confused by the turn of events. who the hell tries to sneak into an apartment but knocks? maybe it's a fluke? had the person accidentally bumped into it instead? no, another knock comes moments later.

reaching for his concealed knife with his right hand, bucky reaches for the door handle with his left, quietly unbolting the door and then cracking it open to see what the hell is going on. the sight that greets him is very strange, to say the least. )

Um.

Can I help you?

[ Jasper by now is thinking he should’ve really thought this through. Too late now.]

I’m from over in the opposite building and saw your light. Kinda thought you’d go for free pizza and beer.

Okay, I can probably go now. Because I didn’t think I’m the weirdo, stranger danger, factor through enough.

The opposite building? ( what— )

Um. ( bucky takes a peek out onto the balcony, sees the gear still in hanging in place. if this guy is hydra, he's definitely out of the loop.

another moment and the soldier carefully slips his blade back into its concealed sheath, nudges the door open with cautious invitation. )

Stranger danger goes both ways, pal. ( still, he gestures the guy in anyway. the first thing that will be noticed is how there's a severe lack of any meaningful furniture: a dining chair pushed off all the way into the far corner, a single armchair across from the tv with a small end table beside it, and just about nothing else, unless you want to count the pile of folded blankets acting as seating with a couple throw pillows nearby that were clearly used as a back rest. )

Didn't know what to order anyway.

Going for a minimalist lifestyle?

[The room was taken in with a sweeping non-judgemental look. He placed the pizza and beer on the small end table beside the tv.]

I ordered thick cut pepperoni in a spicy vodka sauce and beer.