chasin' all of these shadows

"and yet...you're asking just as many questions as i did." she raised an eyebrow at the boldness, however temporary it may have been on her roommate's part. her eyes went briefly back to her screen where she could see her viewer's chats bursting with activity. she could only imagine what had them so riled up. "for one thing, i can't focus on the task at hand when my whole chat is asking about you." she settled back in her chair. "they have a one-track mind. should i read some of what's being said out loud before my moderators mute them?"

bonnie's mouth opened only to close again, because cain might have had a point, and it was better to drop it since she didn't really want to risk irritating cain further considering she was already a distraction - and as far as roommates went, hers was best not to be messed with. she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from asking why they were asking about her. asking too many questions would just feel like losing now. "yes. no. i don't know." bonnie felt her brow furrow, hesitating briefly before she took a step forward. "would i like what they're saying?"

tripp rubbed her chin for a second, still thinking it over. she knew hazel wasn't gonna promise shit, and a large part of her liked that. hazel looked good when she was annoyed. "alright, uh...i might've tried to speed up the paranormal activity tonight. didn't wanna waste footage on nothin', so..." how was she gonna say this? "...i fucked around with the weird ouija board upstairs. just a little bit."

if her brow arched any higher, it might just disappear under her hairline. it was taking long enough for tripp to get on with it that hazel was wondering if she should have told her to spit it out instead. her eyes narrowed like she was measuring the girl's stupidity, and she found herself itching to bestow a smack to the back of tripp's head. hazel settled for pinching the bridge of her nose, decided it could wait depending on the next answer she got. "seriously? did that really seem like a good idea to you?"

open to m/f/nb

"have you ever considered that that's a stupid rule?" zola countered calmly, like she wasn't fazed in the slightest. if anything, it was an opportunity to test her negotiating skills. "don't tell me you've never heard of an iou. or interest, maybe?"

lennon rested her palm against the glass shower door, her hand already leaving an imprint against the steam. "who said anything about saving water, hm?" she muttered, water dripping down her bare shoulders. her eyes traced up and down the brunette. "i missed you, i had a long day at work, and after commuting, i needed a shower. so it's just a perk that we get to do it together." lennon raised an eyebrow as she brushed zola's wet locks over her shoulder before leaning down and placing a trail of kisses up and down her neck.

the corners of zola's lips curved with a quiet amusement. "so you're not even going to try the conservative route?" it wouldn't be the first time it had worked on her, but currently, she found that she really didn't mind what the reason was - none of them were ones she could argue with, anyway. she didn't call lennon out for checking her out; couldn't, really, when her own eyes were trailing down with the droplets of water against skin. her head tilted when lennon's lips met her neck, giving her more room to work as zola kept up the light air of teasing. "is this a case of you wash my back, i wash yours?"

sometimes, when kate was feeling particularly sensitive or just plain mean, she liked to draw things out. but she was always careful to play her cards close to chest with phoebe. maybe it was a lack of trust? or rather, the knowledge that phoebe was her own beast with her own needs and her own motivations. and when kate stopped providing what she needed, phoebe would eventually move on. sometimes, on nights when she really couldn't stop the thoughts from kicking into gear, she wondered why phoebe wanted her at all. surely there were other, easier targets that phoebe could be with. most didn't present with the complications that kate carried; no husband, no age difference, no difficult personality. but maybe phoebe didn't want easy - maybe she just wanted kate - for a reason that kate didn't understand, exactly. kate was still working it out in her mind - the why's - but she didn't let it distract her from the moments she shared with phoebe like this. she simply filed away little things that she would think about later.

phoebe liked games, whether they were mental or physical. and, as it turned out, even more than winning, she liked it when both parties involved in the game of cat and mouse thought they were the cat. it kept things interesting, which was important, since phoebe didn't wear boredom well. she'd showcased particular strands of chaos for less, but this didn't require the bells and whistles. didn't need a spotlight or call for special effects. it was quieter; more personal, especially with the way it prickled along her skin like there was a literal charge in the air. truthfully, she was waiting to see when it would ease, fade away like it was never there in the first place. when felt more practical than if, but at the same time… it hadn't exactly gone anywhere so far. if anything, it might have done the opposite and grown, and that only made her curious - and curiosity, in phoebe's hands, could be dangerous if left unchecked. she rolled her eyes, only half as dramatically as usual, doing nothing to separate. seriously though, if it was so obvious, phoebe wanted to know what the hold up was. it wasn't like it wasn't what they both wanted. her next exhale sounded suspiciously like a huff, because there was no way kate just said that to her. the press of kate's lips didn't exactly help matters, either, since she had to know that the placement and delicate delivery of the kiss weren't what she was looking for. "i know you didn't just say that. you know full well what's in it for you." phoebe lifted a hand from the sheets, not subtle in the slightest as she made a show of gesturing to herself before she let her palm fall flat again. "i'm beautiful all the time." phoebe corrected, since she was generous like that. she held eye contact, let her pause disguise itself as something natural as she wondered if maybe she needed to change tactics. "i don't know, though. kinda seems to me that if you really thought that, it would be less of a struggle getting you in bed."

open to: all genders muse: tripp (trans femme, paranormal investigator, tattoo manipulation in supernatural verses, little bit of a southern hellion) connections: partner, colleague, best friend, enemy, roommate, camera-person, etc plot: tripp managed to get your muse to go with her on one of her "jobs", but things kinda backfired. think buzzfeed unsolved vibes.

the look on her face was incredulous if it knew how to be casual. clearly, tripp had forgotten who she was talking to here. "yeah, no." hazel shook her head once, then arched a brow pointedly. "we both know i'm not going to do that. spill."