Sweet darling

what is your emotional “flaw”? 

perhaps her extreme sensitivity, but it also allows her to be creative and empathetic, so she sees it as her greatest strength! other than that, she can probably be pretty selfish when it comes to love ( re lying to Jonathan when she was with Nic. She can be very focused on her feelings and dedicated to love and forget all else, and then regret it. A little.)  

what is a food you could eat everyday? 

mashed potatoes for sure!  

where do you dream of living?

list unique things you like about yourself: 

She likes that she can grow plants and flowers, the connection she’s always able to develop with nature and animals around her, that she can cook food and bake bread her love adores, tell a good story, and the way she always seems to be able to make the people she loves smile/feel better. Also, she is proud of her knitting talents! 

a favorite memory: 

her first camping trip with Nic! by the sea and it started out storming, they got drenched, everyone left and it was just them on the beach when the clouds cleared and they swam under the glowing sunset. dreamiest, and they weren’t even together yet! Also, her whole entire wedding day! 

your moral alignment: 

an obscure tradition from your family? 

They always get each other cards for holidays and birthdays, but sometimes they make them the stupidest or most unrelated card possible. Like her mom gave her a card for her 18th birthday that was all about how she was proud of the strong black man that she had become. Or like when Paula had gallbladder surgery and her mother and her got her a bunch of ‘It’s a girl!’ balloons. Lots of confused nurses asking them if they were looking for the maternity war. It doesn’t happen every time, but when it does, everyone understands and it’s a tradition that her dad started way back when she was just 4 years old. The first time Lis did this with Nic was this past Valentine’s day when she got him a lesbian-themed wedding card. Another tradition: Her cousin and her were born in France but immigrated to New York at a young age. Neither of them ever really had an accent like their parents, especially her dad, but over time she learned to imitate it to perfection. Any time she is joking with her mom or grandma, mocking them or asking for something she uses French accents and slang and she so do her cousins. Also she talks to her dog STRICTLY with an accent. 

what sounds are your favorite or calm you the most? 

the wind blowing through trees, the raging sea, cat purrs, Nic’s voice. 

what stories remind you of your childhood? 

do you remember your past lives? 

moon: what is your astrological sign?

gingerbread: your moral alignment

birdseed: family or friends?

sheets: your sexual orientation

warm milk: when do you usually fall asleep?

pot of honey: your gender identity

snow: what is your favorite time of year and why?

yarn: what are your most enjoyable hobbies?

bicycle: what are you talented at?

folktale: what stories remind you of your childhood?

woods: where do you feel at peace?

chicken feet: what is your emotional "flaw"?

red cheeks: what makes you nervous?

sunflower: what do you love and cherish?

bells: what sounds are your favorite or calm you the most?

turnip: what is a food you could eat everyday?

spit: do you get jealous easily?

mushroom: list unique things you like about yourself

cupboard: a good childhood memory

eyebags: what do you think makes a person attractive?

fallen log: something you've gotten over that you never thought you would

dagger: your worst fear

whisper: do you have any secrets?

wild boar: which person do you feel closest to?

sweet: what candies or cakes are you fond of?

footprints: do you remember your past lives?

fur: name an animal you feel connected to

vodka: do you drink?

sour cherry: an obscure tradition from your family?

pine needles: what is your favorite scent?

heart-shaped: do you believe in love? are you in love?

home: where do you dream of living?

spice: list your favorite herbs

mud: something you're insecure about but trying to love

tobacco: do you have any addictions?

sock: how would you describe your clothing taste?

cuckoo clock: are you a morning, a noon, or an evening person?

Lis: our niece kills me. I told her I love you and she goes “I love you more than anything. I love you more than my bicycle” MY HEART

Lis: I need a baby

Lis: 😛😊💓

Nic: she does have a fond spot for you, babe

Nic: if you NEED a baby, I will give you one hahah

Nic: buuuuut for now you just have this (points to self) baby

Lis: I'm her favorite! 😊

Lis: mhm, telepathetically.. while you work.. and are away from your wifey doing badass stuff... Mr. Hit and Run

Lis: ❤😛

Lis: this BABY of mine is all busy so for NOW Lizzy is laying in bed next to her sleeping niece in her new Christmas PJs, drinking sweet lemonade and waiting for her bread to bake because her husband MIGHT, possibly decide to get home on time for dinner and she wants him well fed ❤

Lis: Irrelevant, but I'm like looking at stuff online and I'm absolutely enthralled by this blog I found where a person runs a hospital/spa for injured and elderly stuffed animals!!!

Lis: our niece kills me. I told her I love you and she goes “I love you more than anything. I love you more than my bicycle” MY HEART

Lis: I need a baby

“So, how do I look–?”                                                            [ she can barely keep from laughing as she strikes a coy little pose, dark, thick curls streaming down her back as she peers over at him. ]

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Lis, dressed in sheer, dark green lace and with her tight curls cascading to her waist, a flower crown with strawberries and gems atop her head, pulls at his hand tightly as they walk together through the field, her cheeks bright red with the blowing frosty wind, face crinkling with laughter as she spins about, peering at the strings of fairy lights and collections of bright orange pumpkins about them. The whole town is buzzing with low, droning music, streets ablaze with leaves the color of the sunset, red and black and yellow, people bustling about in costume, laughing and talking and screaming in horror and delight; there are little stands set up on the edge of the field, overflowing with apple and caramel candy and bowls of warm, golden syrup, cider and ginger beer and pie, and she marvels at the decorations around them, dark and red and gleaming, lanterns flowing in the breeze as little kids run through the field, giggling and asking for candy and money. She smiles, sweet and tender, licking at her witch-shaped lollipop and lifting her delicate little hand to stick it to Nic’s lower lip playfully as they round a corner, gasping in delight at the sight of the attractions around them--the hayride; the haunted house on the horizon-- the corn maze; she doesn’t even know what she wants to do first (never-mind that they both full well know she’ll be screaming her way through any remotely scary attraction they pick). “-- Wicked Lit?--” she squints at the sign above the haunted house, teeth catching her lower lip cutely as she squeezes his hand, “is this the same haunted house they had last year? -- with the ax-murderer?!” she asks curiously, peering over at him with a soft smile as she fixes her crown, snuggling closer into his side to shield herself from the chill of the night.  

“—yes, please…” he murmurs, his lips pressing pressing softly over her knuckles as he squeezes her hand in his. his lips curled into an effortless, easy smile at the feeling of her pressing feathery kisses along his neck, the way she presses herself closer to him; all snugly and affectionate. makes his heart beat a little bit faster, never used to this being their life; her being his wife now, and the thought holds the same sweet, sentimental feeling it did the moment they were pronounced husband and wife. laughter falls from his lips at the demanding little thing that she turns into, pulling his face to her, causing him to laugh against her lips. the sound soon muffled by her smothering him in kisses (not that he would ever complain). he may be all tough and mighty, but when it comes to her her, and them, he is probably the biggest, realest equivalent of a teddy bear; all cuddly, yearning to be at the receiving end of her affections. he smiles as she kisses him, arms coming to wrap around her small frame, trapping her pressed hard against his body. heart beating hard, overflowing with how otherworldly happy she makes him feel, how relaxed, well loved. and no matter that this is how she always makes him feel, no doubt, it always like something new, something he never gets tired of; how much in love he is, how much he loves her, he adores her beyond this world, and of course, how much she loves him, that never ceases to amaze him, how lucky he got to not only be with her but get to marry this gem of a person, the world’s most fantastic woman. all his. he kisses her back, all playful. pressing his lips over her eyelids, on her forehead, along her hairline. and then he laughs again at her comment, squeezing her hard to him. and his lips find hers in a hard kiss. all smiles and laughter. “look at me, already being a terrible husband!” he exclaims in mock shock with himself. kisses her again, cupping her face in both of his hands. a long, sweet, indulging kiss. and then he pulls back, only a little, his forehead pressing against hers. “has the game started though?” he asks, all serious and failing to keep a straight face, a smug smirk that forms on his lips.

Lis makes a noise, something of a laugh and a squeal, high-pitched and girlish, as he gathers her up in his arms and more or less squeezes her hard to him, making her heart race with so much love and joy it makes her grin bigger, all sweet, melting smiles and dimples, cheeks hot and rosy. She is laughing, tender and melodic, content to pull him down with her, to curl her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, burying her face into the crook of his neck, and mewling-- sweet and airy-- in protest, her curls tickling his face as she dips her neck upward to catch his gaze. His scent is comfortable and familiar, something that floods all of her senses with a feeling of calm and warmth, and she nestles into his side tighter, smiling as she nudges her nose beneath the hard line of his jaw, wanting more of his attention, “--yeah! you are terrible, and I don’t knoooow, you snail!”  she squeaks in a playful, breathless little voice through their kisses, tilting her head to the side to make it harder for him to kiss her, wanting to tease him, and then she is rolling on top of him with her hands at either side of his shoulders and her hair draped around them like a curtain, holding him down and giving him a saucy little look from beneath long, dark lashes, feeling playful and amused, “--but I hope it did and I hope it’s almost over!” she preens like the smug little thing that she is, batting her eyelashes coyly and blowing him a sweet little kiss, light, breathless laughter following soon after as she leans forward to lick at his nose messily, making a face at him, "--I said, your little wifey’s lonely, and you should care more about her, me thinks, mister, or else..!” she threatens him cutely, doing what she can to appear as though she’s seriously scolding him, complete with a menacing little frown and the cutest little pout she can muster up to cajole him, as her hands glide lovingly over his collar bone to rest at the base of his neck.  “you don’t even wanna know what’ll happen!” she alludes, voice trailing off.