Blanche

“Surely you’re joking I mean we’ve never even talked!” @Beau 

“Oh, c’mon Varya.. We’ve talked what maybe once? Plus I don’t think I’m you’re type.. I mean not in a bad way just people like you don’t talk to people like me.” @varyaschmidt

“Okay, you’re taking the joking to far now, Oswald. Cuddling was okay but, I didn’t really take that serious either.” @ozwcld

“I don’t even know who you are so surely someone put you up to this.” @pters

     She didn’t look surprised to see him there, which, in retrospect, probably would have required an explanation to placate her if she had — breaking and entering, totally minor misdemeanor stuff, no need to worry —  just disappointed, mostly. Flynn would have rather run the risk of having the big bad deputy called on him at this point. Honestly, her whole face had just dropped. ❝ Call it self-preservation, putting off the inevitable rejection and whatnot. ❞ / @blanchereinc ( cont. )

     Bianca let out a quiet sigh, half burying her face into Blanche’s pillows, letting her eyes slip closed. There were good days and bad ones, though she’d been lucky in that there had been more of the former than the latter as of late. It hadn’t even been overwhelmingly busy at the Den that day, but there had just been more uncertainty in her life in general lately, and she’d wanted nothing more than to retreat from it all ( not that Vidia would have accepted that as an excuse ) . ❝ Rough, ❞ She echoed, resigned to it. ❝ I don’t know what’s wrong with me sometimes. ❞ / @blanchereinc· ( cont. )

“Does tonight count as a boring late night?” Oswald glanced around, noticing only a few costumers.

“I’m fine with that. –– But hey, you should at least have brought another movie to play meanwhile.” Oswald fake yawned, trying really to get her to say something about his lazy ways. The guy could really behave like an old man at times, specially while all tucked in and cuddled. “Are you okay with this? If you feel a little hot just tell me.”

Morgan nodded, stepping out of the water slowly, wrapping the towel around their torso. “You didn’t,” they smiled back. “I just didn’t know anyone came out this late. Where do you work?”

Morgan fell asleep easily, comfortable in the other’s arms. They groaned softly as they woke, turning over. “Most definitely,” they nodded. “Y’know, I could stay today, as long as you aren’t busy. I don’t have classes to teach today and there’s nothing else on my schedule.”

The bed might have creaked, and the air might have been hot, but Oswald did not feel as comfortable as he felt in that room ever before. “Cuddles I can work, anything else, we’ll see.” the man admitted a tad teasingly, just as he scooted closer to Blanche and placed his arm around her, fixing his posture so he could spoon her. @blanchereinc

( @blanchereinc )

Morgan dropped their towel in a heap, kicking off their shoes as well. The sky was dark, lit only by the moon, and they slipped into the cool water, sighing softly. Morgan always felt comfortable in the water, and often came to the shore if they needed to think. They had dove under the water, resurfacing a few minutes. They frowned as they saw a figure on the bank, slowly swimming towards them. “Hello?”

“I-I don’t think that’s true. I already w-won that title. Twenty years in a row actually.”

“Don’t say that. There are some things not truly meant for human eyesight.”

Morgan had decided they didn’t want to sleep alone that night and since they were staying the night at Blanche’s, they weren’t going to miss the opportunity to join the girl in bed. They headed up, sliding under the covers. “Me too,” they smiled, pressing close.