Fire-Dancer

feel free to combine these with dialogue whether it’s something you make up or from other memes your partner has reblogged. 

[ BEND ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead. 

[ LEAN ]  for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead. 

[ LIFT ]  for taller muse to lift up the smaller one and sit them on a surface where they can be eye level. 

[ CLIMB ]  for the shorter muse to find somewhere to perch so they can be eye level with taller muse. 

[ INTERRUPT ]  for shorter muse to stop during the middle of a conversation and stand on a chair/sit on a table so they can be eye level with the taller one. 

[ GIVE ]  for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders,  the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’

[ TAKE ]  for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc.  which is oversized on them.  

[ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. 

[ RIDE ]  for the taller muse to give the shorter one a piggyback ride so they don’t have to keep up. 

[ SEE ]  for shorter muse to insist on getting to ride on the taller one’s shoulders.  

[ FIND ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter one by the waist so they can reach something. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug. 

[ CATCH ]  for the shorter muse to run and jump into the taller muse’s arms. 

[ CARESS ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to kiss them. 

[ GIVE ]  for the shorter muse to stand or climb to sit on a higher surface to demand a kiss from the taller one. 

[  PULL  ]  for the shorter muse to tug the taller one down by the collar to kiss them. 

[ URGE ]  for the taller muse to tilt the shorter one’s chin up so they can look at their face. 

[ LOWER ]  for the taller muse to kneel in front of the shorter one so they’re less intimidating. 

[ HELP ]  for the taller muse to use the advantage of their stature to shield the shorter one from something. 

[ AID ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one to lift them over something  (  stairs,  while hiking, a large puddle etc.  ). 

[ INSIST ]  for the shorter muse to guide the taller one to sit so they don’t have to keep looking up. 

[ COMFORT ]  for the taller muse to tuck their chin atop the shorter one’s head while they hug. 

[ MELT ]  for the taller muse to lean down so they can bury their face into the shorter one’s shoulder. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the smaller muse to hug the taller one while they are seated so the taller one can hide their face against them. 

[ BLOCK ]  for the taller muse to stand in front of the shorter one to prevent them from having to see something. 

[ CUDDLE ]  for the taller muse to the big spoon. 

[ HELD ]  for the shorter muse to be the big spoon. 

[ TENDER ]  for the taller muse to kiss the shorter one’s head while they embrace. 

[ GENTLE ]  for the shorter muse to kiss the taller one’s chest while they hug. 

[ REST ]  for the shorter muse to lean forward and press their forehead against the tall one’s chest/shoulder while they stand in front of each other. 

[ TOUCH ]  for the taller muse to lean down and press their forehead to the shorter one’s. 

[ PRESS ]  for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together. 

said lost switchblade i mentioned during the weekend.

Something felt very wrong. Zoe glanced at her companion—she took his approach as a matter of course--  brows drawn in dawning apprehension. “… Do you know the story of the Trojan horse?”

Dustfinger's brow furrowed. He had heard many stories; more than he wanted to. Vaguely, a memory crossed his mind, of a war for a beautiful woman, and an immortal warrior, already struck down with an arrow in his heel by the time Darius's voice summoned him to Capricorn's blood-red church.

At least not immediately. Not with the quick wit she tried to employ.

The silence built until it was screaming loud in her ears. Her jaw tightened and she shifted her chin so that she could subtly pinch her nostrils dry between her thumb and fingers.

"He's not..."

He chose his words carefully, not wanting to scare her.

Nadine sifts through the bag, nodding to themself as they do so. Admiring their own work is a favorite pastime.

He'd seen more than his fair share of gore, severed appendages, and torture. He didn't need reminders on stone.

None of her business? Her mouth parted to counter his retort, when Dustfinger spoke up instead. She could see the fear in his eyes, and fire burned in her chest.

He wanted to go? Sadie gaped at him.

"Why?" She didn't understand. Why would he want to go with this creep? Why was he being so shifty? What was he hiding?

She could follow... The soldier's jaw clenched. The man's laughter was rattling. She resisted the urge to break his nose.

Still, he gave her more intel than Dustfinger had, assuming he was telling the truth. Something he wanted. Something he'd do anything for. Unsettling. Although... her mind drifted to Rockland.

Why hadn't he told her, though?

Basta laughed again, even more mirthlessly. Dustfinger really knew how to pick them -- women with a bite.

"He has something I want, Sadie."

Dustfinger's eyes pleaded with her. He all but ignored the knife at his throat and arm around his chest. This was nothing new. This was where he had expected to find himself soon for weeks now. But this time it might actually be really worth it.

"It's just a book. But in it..."

How could he describe what the book meant to him? It had been so nice that she didn't know who or what he was and what had been done to him. He hardly wanted Basta to ruin that for them, but he may not have any choice in the matter.

Basta pulled him backward ever so slowly, inching their way toward the mouth of the alley.

"Come with us if you like," Basta offered. "I can show you who he really is."