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@gotwcird
gotwcird is a 1x1/independent rp sideblog penned by zahra (28, they/them, gmt +8) focused on a plethora of specific characters (oc & canon), ships, verses, and plots. usfw & dark themes will be present. all muses are bi/pan unless stated otherwise. smut heavy but not smut-centric. only writing with people 21 and over. if you're interested in writing or plotting with me on here or discord, im me here or on my main blog @maxmcyfield.
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"it's all just drag, baby boy, remember?" speaks with confidence, no hesitation in his voice. he knows this part without any doubt. hansol is his boyfriend, the purveyor of his own destiny, and he will be damned if he sits on the sidelines as he watches dysphoria rip him to shreds like this. "when we get to my hotel room we'll use that really nice big tub, clean everything off, and you'll feel like you again, okay?" will wait until later to inquire on how long until the other's next performance was. because he does know how to take extensions out. but doesn't want to do that just to have to put them all back in tomorrow morning (or, more likely, pay someone to put them back in). "good boy, sol. that's right." coos out the praise as they follow his directive, the hand with the seam ripper slipping between hansol's fists before working on the fabric. "i love you." not quite made to do just this, it takes some work to initially fray the spanx. but when it does, the elastic at the top gives way just enough for him push the small safety blade through the rest of the garment--- hand slipping under his pants as it follows down sol's mid-thigh. splits the one side apart completely before pulling his hand back and putting the tool back in the small case in his pocket. "feel any better?" sinclair murmurs as his hand slides down his boyfriend's body once more, this time able to fold back the concealing undergarment halfway across his lower half... good enough for what they would do in the car. "fuck, sol." a sharp intake at the sight of his tdick, even now, still mainly flaccid, is something that causes a pleasure to run through sinclair's body. to start, he acts as if he wants everything at the same time, his entire hand running over hansol's mound. flat hand running back and forth against his folds & exposed t-dick. "i've missed this, missed you, my love."
"drag," they echo, nodding slightly. sinclair is right, they know he is. their idol getup is a costume, a uniform they put on for their job โ something that they enjoy endlessly, even if this hurts sometimes. parts of it just leaked out into the real hansol the past couple of days, and now they need to clean it off. nods again, over and over, at the offer to be bathed, already relaxing further, already feeling a bit more at ease. they won't have to be back in until a few days thankfully. "sinclair," sol whines when he praises them, says the words back, just because they feel like they need to. like his name alone can make them feel better, and it does. he doesn't see the the ripping of his underwear so much as he hears it, feels it. like an immediate unwounding, pressure being let off as the fabric is cut and effectively destroyed, leaving their bottom half bare. "yes. better." the response is a little louder this time too as they kiss at his arm. whines in response to the visceral reaction to his freed t-cock, legs spreading slightly like a bodily reaction. "missed you," they whine again, louder, mouth falling open as sinclair's hand finds home against their cunt, hand sliding over it. his eyes water as he bucks his hips into the movement, sweet heat rushing through him. this is who he is, right here with the love of his life. it hits him all at once too. that his boyfriend is here, taking care of them, seeing exactly what he needs. he sobs, "want your hands. your fingers, please?" grasps at his arm, tears welling in his eyes. "need you, only you."
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"i need you not to freak out." all things considered it's not the best way to greet nadim, but-- it's necessary. she has her hood up, her braids peak out from underneath, her coat is wrapped tight against her frame. "how was rehearsal?" she asks automatically, curious-- but also desperate to get his mind elsewhere. she slides her hood down, undoes her coat and she--- looks a mess. there is a cut in her grow, the beginnings of a relatively impressive black eye, and blood on her hoodie. "it's not really my blood-- at least not most of it. kind of got...into a bit of trouble doing some recon now for a case i'm working. it's good because it means that i'm close but-- not good, because pain, you know?" she's rambling, rubbing sore wrists as she speaks, distracting herself. "..i'll just-- hop in the shower, and then we can go to bed?"
he's shocked at first. blinks, trying to understand what's happening, what's happened. technically not freaking out like bambi has requested, but he's not sure if he's keeping the freak out for later. silently ushers her in, closing the door behind them and just looks at her for awhile. studies the injuries, vaguely listening to what she's saying, understanding that this is not atypical. nadim knows that she has a penchant for trouble, but this is the first time he's seen the ugly side of it. he feels his chest grow heavy. not sure of what emotion it is yet, but what he understands is his immediate need to hold her. he scoops her up into a hug, hopefully not right enough to hurt, uncaring of if he's smearing blood on his shirt. "are you okay?" he asks first, face in her braids, eyes closed shut, "let me treat your wounds first? please? fuck."
chuckles with the utterance of his name, sans title. despite the turmoil that came with his name being this way, both inner and outer, there is a certain level of peace he has come to associate with being referred to in this way. and it seemed as though the princess was beginning to arrive at the same realization... "fancy some revelry or fanfare for your arrival, my dame?" bevan jests while finally pulling his boots off each foot, looking up in her direction. steps forward away from the entryway, finally, and places his boots by the base of the hearth, not quite wet, but not quite dry enough where they wouldn't benefit from the proximity. walks back to where he hung his bag and starts putting away the small food items he bought from the market. just a few preserves or spices he can't get himself. turns to face her at the way she explains away her presence, the smile that had quirked its way on his face during his slight jest only grows further. "typically, royals use the various properties of the crown to do that. but you, bailey, just dame bailey, came here." leans back against the cabinet behind him as gaze traverses her entire being in away he rarely (if ever) has allowed himself to do. "if i didn't know any better, i'd say you came here for my company."
bailey scoffs, even if the idea of him celebrating her arrival causes ruddiness on her cheeks. quietly thanks the lowlight of the candles for covering it up, hopefully. "no thank you, i've had enough revelry to last me a lifetime." tries to meet his gaze, but looks away as soon as she can, even if she watches him set his boots near the hearth from the corner of her eye. does find herself curious though as he puts away the food items, recognizing some, mentally notes them for future use. unfortunately, it's bevan's smile that instantly redirects her attention, returning to focus on his rather playful tone, which she finds utterly terrifying for other reasons that also keep her exactly in her same spot. "properties of the crown also mean properties belonging to my father, bevan, just bevan." hopes her mirroring of his expression can alleviate her own tenseness. "and i'd rather avoid giving any reason to let word come back to him somehow." his eyes on her don't help at all, unfortunately. looks back at him and down at her shoes, clearing her throat. has a gaze ever felt so . . . undressing? it's probably because she's grown too familiar with the feeling of invisibility. "and? your company is better than most," bailey blurts out, though she doesn't regret it. doesn't meet his gaze again though, can't bring herself too as her face burns. "the castle's lack of company can be altogether difficult and stifling. i feel at ease here."
when hansol was putting on a show for him, he genuinely seemed impressed. the way that his face would twist every now and then and his lips seemed to curve into a devious grinned should how much fun he was having. "my perfect little slut in training. i'm so proud of how far you've come. i think you deserve a little reward." and with that, lorick tightened his grip around their hair. he planted his feet firmly on the ground and started to thrust his hips at a steady pace. he wasn't pushing too hard or fast quite yet. he wanted his mouth to get used to being stretched first. all the way, the blond's eyes were rolling to the back of his head and moans were slipping out from his lips. he wanted to make sure that they knew how good of a job they were doing. how nice their mouth felt wrapped around their cock and taking it deep inside. this was the perfect release after the end of a stressful day. hansol was quickly becoming the person that he wanted to get off with at the end and beginning of his days. he was as obsessed with him as they probably were.
the words of praise, of encouragement, made hansol feel on top of the world. hummed again, looking at lorick through watery eyes, a tear falling down their cheek, eyelids fluttering slowly in the wake of their effort to keep their mouth on him. which is why when they feel his hand tighten in their hair, the moan that choked out was loud. felt the sensation stretch right over into pleasure, making their tcock twitch and tickle with warmth. it was the action of him thrusting into their mouth that got their cunt to clench though. dear god, it felt heavenly. a mess of push and pull, their instincts to find their breath fighting with the pleasure of being used. hansol's eyes rolled back, their mind completely clearing, fingers digging into his hips to find balance. it felt good to be like this. like an object made for lorick's pleasure, being fucked slowly through their tight throat. how was he ever supposed to get over their growing obsession with him? even if they gagged a little here and there, it didn't matter, it really only eased the process of him thrusting into them. his saliva drippes down in waves, coating lorick's cock, making the process smoother, slicker.
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for a moment, he was sure he'd misheard. he blinked, processing. whenever a girlfriend said 'just throw out all the condoms', the only endings he'd ever imagined for that sentence were (a) a very public breakup, or (b) announcing a surprise pregnancy. neither of those seemed remotely likely, not with how things had been lately. "waitโlike, throw out our entire condom supply?" he repeated, dumbfounded, rolling over to the side, nearly knocking his head into hers. he even turned the bag over, as if maybe inside was an object of deeper mysteryโa ring, a folded note, a lemon, literally anything other than forty assorted latex sheaths. but it was just a bag of condoms. was this, somehow, a test? he tried to recall if this morning's pancake hearts were insufficient, if he'd missed an anniversary, or misread a calendar date. his heart gave a nervous, excited flutter as his mouth worked through the questions. "are we going raw-dog only from now on?" he asked, voice struggling between a whisper and a shout. "is this a prank? is there, like, an even bigger bag of condoms hiding somewhere?"
she's unperturbed by his confusion. all part of the plan, really. watched as the gears in stephen's brain kick up, trying to understand the point of throwing away their condom supply. giggled as he rolled over, pulling backs slightly if only to avoid any head first collisions. "yup! all of it." sky propped herself up on her elbows, trying to contain her excitement. her valentine's surprise has been in the works for awhile now, something they've discussed vaguely over their year together. "more the former, less the latter." which should probably give him a bigger hint, but skylar was too impatient anyways to keep his guessing. "i got an iud in." said it susprisingly calmly, though her mouth was spread wide into an enthused grin. "we won't need the condoms anymore because we get to have sex without them." reached up to cup his face and giggled. "happy valentine's, stephie!"
the behavior he exhibited at their last session was so unlike him it made him dizzy, almost made him quit modelling for jester altogether... but he reminded himself that she was his friend. and, amongst all else, she seemed just as interested in him as he was her. "in all forms?" her... enthusiasm, for lack of a better word, causes a smile of genuine nature to dance along his features. corey actually ends up looking away from her for a moment due to the slight adorable quality he prescribes to her behavior. a thought that only grows as she uses the words "revolution" to describe getting an erection. he isn't against it; his actions the other week showed that he wasn't against it. the way it is being presented just made him smile. allows the slight tinge of ruddiness to fade before gaze is brought back up towards her. "yeah? well, feel free to start drawing then, jes, and you tell me when you want me to start... revolving."
there's that smile again. the one that makes him look like a god, that makes jester feel weak in the knees โ lucky that she's sitting down right now. takes the chance to look down at her lap again when he looks away, but that isn't very smart either because their gazes meeting just has jester's breath hitching all over again. "right! of course, silly me, drawing now!" she attempts to sound casual but is anything but, shrugging in an over exaggerated manner before she looks down at her sketchpad and then back to his soft dick. corey's beautiful wonderful soft dick. has one every looked so pretty to her before? she doesn't know, but at least she starts then. uses her pencil in varying strokes, actually determined to put to paper what he's letting her see. it takes a few minutes, but eventually she gets a sketch down that she likes, which is also the same time she realizes that she's stopping wet everytime she shifts. holy shit. "uh, um, the revolving can start now, i think? yeah, iโ i can look away and stuff!"
she watches as he happily orders her drink for her, clearly trying his absolute best to hide his amusement over the entire situation. she quickly realises there is not a single reaction from him that wouldn't irritate her right now, especially when she is at her witsโ end trying to stifle the intense, buzzing effect their little scheme is having on her body. she might have made a truly terrible mistake by agreeing to this. yet, there is an unmistakable, addictive thrill in their mischievous act, too; her own fingernails dig hard into her bare thighs beneath the table as she tries her absolute best to keep herself from trembling. she forces herself to stop from rolling her eyes when he puts on his best act of a considerate boyfriend โ well, to be perfectly fair, he is one most of the time. heโs great, actually. itโs just unfortunate that her own carnal insanity has finally rubbed off on him. โiโm good.โ she dismisses his suggestion to go inside, far too prideful to admit defeat so soon as she takes another desperate sip of her iced water, using the cold glass against her flushed skin. โi wonder if theyโve actually taken our orders, though. feels like itโs taking forever.โ
it's far too fun, too, unfortunately. something about pushing boundaries with someone he loves, who intends to keep forever. worth it for the reactions ivy has, how she reacts โ shared intimacy that's as fun as it is invigorating. hard to ever stop when he can feel the jabs of her stare hitting the side of his face, and all adny can feel is utter glee. "okay, baby, just let me know. i don't mind." then watches as she drinks her water, mirroring her actions by sipping on his own drink. at the very least, the attention at the table has skimmed over, most everyone listening to another point of conversation, but that only makes him feel more sinister. hears her complaint and pats her upper back as if for comfort. "let me check the status for you." but instead of doing so, he's tapped on an app shows a simple interface. a pink line, just only slightly above baseline, which he drags up higher to increase the intensity in the toy inside ivy. adny shrugs. "they have our order in, it shouldn't take long." turns his head to bed and flashes the most devious grin he can't hope of covering up.
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"noโ" armaan was quick to interject, shaking his head. felg his neck suddenly burn hot with a kind of shame, like he'd just exposed himself for his own pettiness. "you know i like when you smile, romy." the confession came out surprisingly tender, even if the words were low, probably barely audible to romy. the heat only seemed to spread when she began to question him โ though maybe the funniest thing was that he felt instantly better now that she'd dropped her phone. "tomorrow?" blinked, his brain instantly on high alert. noah. the name sounded familiar, and instinctually, he felt it hit painfully in his head. couldn't put a face to the name, but an ugly feeling seared through armaan. "we were supposed to go to the portrait museum tomorrow, i thought." it was only an idea he floated a couple days ago, the tickets valid for the next month or so, but he knew quickly somehow that he'd rather die than have her go out with noah. his eyebrows furrowed, leaning in closer to her almost unintentionally. "there's that exhibition about modern portraiture."
if it seems like the forsaken knight was acting a little too blasรฉ about harboring a potentially runaway princess in his cottage, he would have any observers to note that he DID act appropriately the first time she arrived without notice. threatened to return her to the castle, to go to the nearest outpost and report her whereabouts, ignore her until she got her wits about her, and all things of this nature. unfortunate for bevan, the princess orchid is nothing if not a woman knowledgeable of loopholes, her family's limits, and the best way to play a man's weaknesses against him. bevan's weaknesses? his current life of involuntary solitude and his still fervent compulsion to obey the orders of the crown. curls bounce as he shakes his head softly whilst looking down to the ground, starting to untie the strings that fasten his cloak to his frame. "it is just bevan as well, if we are to be truly frank about everything. though honesty strips me of my title, does not strip you of yours..." the smile on his face when he shoots her a look shows that he's not unwilling to try her way. bailey. bailey, bailey, bailey. mouths it to himself as he turns away to hang the cloak by the door. faces her once more before kneeling to unlace his boots, staying close to the door as he notices the state of the floorboards (much nicer than he can ever get them). "i fear the people who would be concerned are never told when things occur." a sigh, shaking his head for a moment once more. "you did not come all this way to grace me with news of the castle. tell me, what are your intentions for this stay? it is not discovery this time, as you found me already."
"bevan, then." corrects herself with a probably unconvincing air of confidence, still so used to formal conventions despite her hatred of them. still, she tries, stands up straighter, shrugs her shoulders to try and project nonchalance. though that's difficult when he smiles at her and she finds her thoughts scattering in a manner that's concerning. "and yet i am here without struggle or fanfare, seโ bevan. like i have said before, you overestimate how much weight my title has to my family." that is a truth that gives her stance some weightage at least, allows her a tiny bit of regal sureness that should technically be natural to her every move at this point. it doesn't though, because she has the privilege of not caring about it โ even if it comes with the reputation she has in the castle. bailey busies herself as bevan unlaces his boots, though there isn't much to do until this part is out of the way. "my intentions?" she pauses. hasn't really thought of that, truthfully. came out here just with the thought of him, of his kindness, of his consideration for her. for once in her life, she'd felt . . . human. "no specific intentions this time, no." put her hand on the little table next to her, avoiding his gaze this time. surely she can't just admit it's to see him, right? "as you learned, i prefer staying away from the castle for as long as i can. naturally, the least i can do for intruding is to help around if i'm here reckon with your peace."
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he didn't have to think long. "yeah, exile the cats, please," he said, nodding, "or at least keep them from eating the pancakes while you seduce me." and just like that, he had to brace for impact as jojo made a second assault on his lap. swiftly, he managed to scoop jojo, her stubby legs kicking against the air before going limp in his arms, then gently set her outside the bedroom door. tux was next, and his resistance was even more pitiful. "he's so dramatic," stephen groaned, scooping tux up with both hands, cradling the small cat as it gave a single, pitiful meow as he deposited him on the hallway rug and shut the door firmly behind them. victorious, he turned around, wiped fake sweat off his brow, then dove dramatically back into bed, dragging sky down with him, catching her in a full-body tackle. "there. now no one can stop you," he murmured in the curve of her neck, and landed them both in a tangle of sheets and limbs. "so, what's my surprise?"
skylar watched with a giddiness as stephen made quick work of setting the cats outside, who barely seemed to mind. probably, at this point, knew in their poor cat souls what was to happen, and would rather have the living room to themselves to ignore the commotion. while he finished with that, she skittered off to her bed side and took out a little zip lock baggie that was about halfway full. was almost too excited by this that stephen tackling made her gasp and laugh as she tumbled down along with him. "stephie! warn a girl next time" she laughed, the bag crinkling in her arms. it didn't stop her though, even if she felt her heart in her throat all of a sudden, nerves slipping through. "well, this is." she sat up on her elbows before presenting stephen with the zip lock bag. inside was condoms. all of the ones they had on hand โ most being their favourite type, with a smattering of random buys that were supposed to be for "fun" โ a majority of them recently bought since they went through them quickly. sky's smile began to widen. "i want you to throw this baggie out into the trash right now. the whole thing."
what amuses corey the most in this situation, what causes him to act in a way that is certifiably not corey-like, is the dichotomy between her normal behavior and the behavior she displays during these one-to-one modeling sessions. in yoga, in group art classes, what have you, jester holds herself with this level of confidence, or perhaps comfort is a better term, that she seems to forget about the moment they start a more private setting. it made him channel some of the behaviors he's always seen his best friend display, and get a little bolder with the things he did. which is why the moment she tells him to spread out, he has no problem doing just that. unties the robe and lets it fall to the bed as he follows the directions he was told. gaze meets hers again as the corners of his lips quirk in a smirk. "do you want me hard, jester?" voice is calm and casual, head tilting ever so slightly. "i mean, that's typically what you draw, right?"
is she out of her depth here? probably. will it stop jester, though? no, definitely not. especially if her best friend beau's read of the situation is correct ( "oh he wants you a hundred percent" followed by "go get that dick!" ). but it's also the matter of maybe her not wanting his just dick; wanting more, thinking of corey naked but also bringing her out for cute picnics and morning walks. jester looks at him in that moment, their gazes meeting, and he smiles like a freaking god. she swears she feels herself dribble slick downwards. okay, also the dick part too. "hard?" her voice is somehow smaller than before, her brain absolutely betraying her now at the memory of last week. dear traveler, how did corey have such a beautiful dick too? "yes, sure! but umโ" has to swallow, eyebrows furrowing. something wicked flits through her, and she realizes then that her brain is barely containing control. "i think i want to like, draw you, it? in all forms!" imagines his fist stroking himself and feels so dizzy she has to pause. "likeโ like a revolution! yeah! a revolution from soft to hard!"
normally, he felt like he didn't have time to mess around with people anymore. thanks to his special interests, he had to sneak around the city a lot and that meant not having a consistent fuck buddy. with hansol knowing the truth about him, that seemed to make things easier between them. even if he showed up with bloody hands, he didn't have to explain himself. "fuck, that's it." lorick groaned as he pushed his hips up, just once, before his body fell back on the be. he seemed desperate for sol to take his cock fully, like the good cockslut that he knew he could be. "don't hold back. show me you've been practicing." he may or may not have bought them a dildo that was pretty close in length and girth to his own shaft. another part of the whole teasing them thing and wanting to bring out a new side of them.
maybe part of it is the danger for them. or, more likely, it's the way they might be a little special for it. lorick using them, choosing them, teaching them sick things in bed after he drove himself up with his activities. it captivated hansol. just like how his cock was captivating them right now, tongue playing at the underside of his girth while they hollowed their cheeks. bobbed their head slowly, encouraged by his words, happy to sink down deeper each time. he hums in reply to lorick's words, at showing him what he's been practicing. because of course they have. he gave them a means to better themself, who are they not to take it? and since the last time, he's gotten pretty damn good. takes hansol a few lower passes of his lips, he almost forces himself down to take him. lower, deeper โ feels his cock prod at the back of their throat and gags for it, but stay there. their eyes water, but they don't pull away. no, he just keeps spearing himself lower, breathing through his nose, eager to prove himself useful.
never once has another person made emma feel so wanted before... no matter the sound, touch, movement, what have you, that comes from ellie, it lights up something carnal inside her body. like now, when she lets out that soft little whine as the blonde can feel her twitch against lipstick-painted petals. eyes look up with amusement at the directive, "always so impatient, baby..." it's purely a tease as fingertips quickly grasp the elastic waistband before pulling them down the other's thighs. a sharp intake is done at the sight of her girlfriend's cock hardening before her. gets better with every glance and she's thankful for the opportunity to even lay her eyes upon it. despite her panache for all things puppy, little kitten licks are placed along their length, starting at the tip and going towards the base.
"think you're the impatient one," elian chuckles. stops themself from saying anything more, not wanting to ruin any chance of what is promised right in front of them. emma is pulling down her briefs anyways, and her girlcock springs up slightly, already half hard simply from seeing her girlfriend on her knees in her shirt. only stands to firm up quickly as they feel her little licks, each one making a satisfied sound slip out the back of their throat. she's always so soft, and so warm, but they know she's just trying to tease. tugs her hair back a little roughly so emma's eyes meets theirs and grins. "don't be dumb, baby." shoves her face in, lips smushed against her tip. "do it properly."
CLOSED STARTER : @gotwcird . FEATURINGย :ย nicky veronia.
"i mean it's not so bad working here. sure, the business might be about to tank but i'm able to watch some sick ass movies in peace." nicky's voice is soft in the quiet of the almost empty video store. dvds line the inside in rows and nicky rest at the check out counter. "not like anyone comes here anyway." dark eyes glance to the stack in their hand. "except for you. what do you have today?"
ellie nods, looking around. it seems peaceful here, quiet. the kind they aren't afforded most of the time. "i'm just looking around, might pick some stuff up," she answers, though she makes no effort to move away. is sure she'll find something soon, but is more interested with nicky, who admittedly captured her attention. "sure there aren't any physical media enthusiasts storming in every weekend?" they ask with a shrug, "you guys have a pretty sick selection honestly."
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stephen kind of wanted to never get out of bed, ever. he could live in a bedworld, with pancakes, syrup, and a softly giggling girlfriend and be perfectly content. happily drowning in kisses, he barely even realized that both cats who had promptly joined the party: jojo, sprawling herself over his knees, was kneading imaginary dough into the blanket, and tux tried (and mostly succeeded) to perform a daring pancake heist mid-makeout. "excuse you," he said, breaking contact and mock-glowering as he shooed the cats gently off their laps and mostly out of pancake range. tux, undeterred, plopped himself near sky's foot and began licking his own chest with complete nonchalance, likely plotting another raid. meanwhile, jojo flopped onto her side to press her icy little paws right where his boxers did nothing to block the chill. stephen yelped and nearly knocked everything off the bed a third time. "jesus, i'm under attack from all sides!"
sky whined as he drew away, not even noticing the cats deciding to join in on the party, but then bursting out into a fit of laughter once she saw where tux and jojo had situated themselves. was just content to watch as stephen tried, and ( admittedly ) mostly failed to get them to move away, only prancing off close by. "they're just trying to say happy birthday, stephie!" she reasoned probably unsuccessfully with a grin, holding her hands out to stop the tray from toppling syrupy stickiness onto their sheets. ultimately probably did the smart thing of taking the tray off his lap altogether and setting it on top of their dresser before slotting herself back into place before either of the cats could. one of her hands reached to start petting tux before she ducked to press a kiss on stephen's cheek. sky's words came out teasing, but forward. she had an agenda for the morning, obviously. "so, do we want to kick them so i can give you your next birthday gift?"
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there's been a heavy weight in his chest since he saw the familiar steed this morning, knowing only trouble could come of its descent down towards the desolate cottage and small surrounding property he'd acquired from a man ambivalent to the crown. knew better than to derail his day's activities; whatever the intrusion was, it could wait until after he did his routine of checking & refilling his small game traps, traveling to the edge of the city to trade, then returning when the sun was setting. just his luck that the aforementioned steed seemed to have been corralled in his small barn, though his livestock didn't seem too threatened (not much threatens his two chickens, a sheep, and a recently acquired calf). bevan has a little more than an inkling to what is waiting him inside, and call it self-sabotage given the heavy pang in his stomach as he sees that the fire in the hearth has been lit, but he takes his time unloading and unpacking what is necessary to stay out in the barn for the night. takes a deep breath as he stands outside his door before opening it. satchel is gently laid to the table by the entry way prior to the door shutting behind him. "your highness," voice is low, just loud enough for her to hear him. "can you assure me that your presence does not mean i have a bounty out for my head?" while his mouth may not quirk just yet, there is a lightness in both his voice & his gaze as it lands on her.
bailey's sense of right and wrong may be skewed. or maybe, she doesn't care anymore. or, more likely, she's learned that what applies to her doesn't apply to whoever else in the castle. her leaving the castle isn't a cause for concern for the king and queen โ it hasn't in years. but pushing the envelope might be something she's toying with more recently. most recently, her night away only caused light questioning from her sisters, bless them, and nothing else. who knows, maybe the family truly has no use for the princess orchid anymore. either way, her trip into the woods today comes with much more packed away. is ready this time to stay, to be a proper guest to bevan's cottage, to be useful in some sort. situates her horse pinecone, knocks before she enters, and then starts to put herself to work. cleans the floors and organizes the space, fills her time with tasks that would cause concern to anyone from the castle. by the time she hears his footsteps, bailey is happily nursing some boiling water by the hearth, and she turns to look at bevan as he enters. "firstly, i've told you before, it's just bailey, ser bevan. i'll repeat that as many times needed." stands up, straightening out her skirts, her smile widening. "and just like i hypothesized the last time, there was a wonderful lack of concern for my overnight whereabouts." shrugs her shoulders. "so, no bounty."
