s u c c u b u s

“ don’t i know it . you’re helpless on your own . ” tease in voice evident as she smiles , vampire in front of her had always been a sort of grounding force . if no one kept her alive better , it was the perfectly beautiful vampire beside her . “ are you trying to flatter me out of something , beautiful ? because you know my answer is always ‘ i’ll do it . ’ ”   

“ i would call this a coincidence , but i hardly believe in the fact when it comes to you . “ words have joyfullness to them as she moves to stand by the wolf , gown holds tight in all the right places as glass of champagne swirls softly between fingers . “ you always did know how to draw me out ... and the gala is magnificent . “ if he had been anyone else she’d believe him to hate her but he never did and three years was nothing compared to the seventy she’d left him with before . eyes watched the people she cares nothing about but the art displayed was a pull she couldn’t resist . “ it’s cheating you know , placing all my favorite artists in one place . you could have just called . “ grin on her lips seductive at best before red lips stain the glass once more . “ so , which of these girls do i have to convince to walk away from you tonight and not turn back ? “ 

❛    I  suppose  I’ve  been  too  BLINDED  BY  YOUR  BEAUTY  to  notice  !   ❜          apologetic blinks  follow.         she  gently  cups  her  cheek  &  steals  a  kiss  against  soft  lips.          her  fingers  tingle  with  electricity  to  lightly  jolt  the  other  –  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧  𝐚  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤.         she  giggles  &  ducks  around  her  to  look  out  of  a  window.            

❛     are  you  𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  with  me  ,  babe  ?    ❜           quick  feet  carry  her  to  the  other  ,  index  finger  brushing  her  jaw.          ❛   𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 !    ❜

𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.       ❛    I  have  nothing  but  praise  to  say  ,    ❜         she  muses  coyly  as  she  steps  over  to  her.       ❛   lets  go  cause  some  traffic  accidents.     ❜

❛  You never asked.  ❜  He flashes her a smirk that is short of modesty.  ❛  And I don’t think we’ve ever been to a bar with darts for me to show off either.  ❜   In the same jesting tone, Killian cants his head to the side feigning indifference.  ❛  I probably won’t help you carry it, so don’t choose the giant one.  ❜  His gaze travels to the booth she points to, scanning over the game and the distance he’d have to throw from. Shouldn’t be hard.  ❛  Aye, ‘course I am. It’s what I’m here for, innit?  ❜  Killian gives her cheek a kiss before heading to the booth, telling the one manning it which stuff animal he wanted. When his turn comes, it isn’t hard at all for him to knock out the pyramid in two throws. The tiny elephant is dully deserved and brought to him, who turns her way to hold it out for her.  ❛  There you go, love.  ❜

     ‘   it’s not that i don’t believe you.    it’s just that you should know i can’t offer you any kind of discount,    no matter how nice you are.   ‘    the sluggish threat of shyness that had wrapped itself around aira was fading away   -    more than that,    even,    it was being broken through.    cracks were stretching out as aira emerged,     twinkling in the light zhanna provided.    customers blurred together so often.     it was hard to keep track of faces and names,    even those who came in regularly.     an old man bought flowers for his husband every saturday,    but aira wouldn’t have been able to pick him out of a line up.    this,    however,    she thought she’d remember for a long time.   ‘   i don’t think real love could ever ruin your life.     the fake kind,   of course,    but real love   -   ‘    her sigh was love - struck,    though aira would certainly press that she had never been truly in love before.     love was reserved for other spirits and souls,    not for silly flower girls.    ‘   you sound as quaint as a guardian angel.   have you come all this way to protect me ?   ‘

              ❛     what’s  the  FUN  OF  DIRTY  TALK     outside  of  a  bedroom  ,  love  ?    ❜        she  smirks  &  stands  ,  slender  arms  reaching  above  herself  to  stretch  with  a  soft  groan.         ❛     a  stroll  sounds  lovely.        it’s  not  too  bright  out  is  it  ?     ❜

SPEED.

insanely slow ? with small moments of high activity . for the most part it runs a queue with a large separation period between posts . since work takes me away days / weeks at a time with not any real time to get on and be productive , when i’m able to i like to try and make things run or drop at least once every few days ( though even that has been increasingly hard for me lately )

REPLIES.

replies are generally dependent on how well my muse is going ? they can vary in length but i try to keep them around if not a little longer than who i’m writing with . sometimes i can only muster short thing , so those will be the only things that get published and other times , it will just be a mix of whichever my muse feels like it at the time .  i like my icons small ( 60x60 ) but i don’t care how my partner formats . since my format if for my own aesthetic person , i’m open to however my partner wants their posts to look . if my partner would prefer no icons , i don’t mind dropping mine but if they aren’t bothered , i will keep my icons and they can do whatever they wish . i don’t care how you choose to format or not format your reply . my only stipulation is cut threads but i usually do that for both of us if need be . 

STARTERS.

i very rarely will write an open starter , mostly because i tend to lose track of what i’m doing a lot so for my own sanity , i keep those to a minimum . i am however more than happy to write random ones , plotted ones , or anything in between for me and my partners . every now and then , a starter call drops when i will have time to sit down and be productive .

INBOX.

my inbox is typically open to anyone . even though my threads are mutuals only , unless we’ve talked , i’m more than happy to accept memes and questions and ooc stuff from anyone at all . ims are also always open if you need an ear .

SELECTIVITY.

i mean , i’m selective ? with an inability to be on all the time , and mental issues enough to build me a very comfortable home , it’s the only way that i can keep my sanity . if i look over your rules , muses , blog , and don’t see any way that we could interact or that my character would interact , i won’t follow you ? i follow mututal exclusivity in threads as to not get overwhelmed , some muses are exclusive to certain writers because of comfort personally .

WISHLIST.

i have a wishlist tag , it consists a lot of just what my muse would want ? whether it be a gifset or a list of actual plot ideas . i think it’s a great tag for any blog , worthy of a look , but also i’m not upset if nothing comes to fruition for it . sometimes it ends up being a placeholder of ideas that i will then go and bother people about , but you’re more than welcome to look and poke me for stuff from it , or attack me with ideas from you own !

His lips curve into a downwards arch as he shrugs his shoulders.  ❛  The games let me throw things. Rides can kill me.  ❜  And the snack was hardly qualified as food, but he wouldn’t go into that discussion again.  ❛  I’m good at darts. I’ve got good aim; seems like the same principle. ❜  The art of throwing a ball at a pyramid of bottles didn’t really strike him as rocket science.  He does seem to lighten up, even if slightly, when her arm comes around his. At least he’s smiling now.  ❛  ‘Course I’m gonna win you something. It’s the whole point of this thing, isn’t it? Point me to your choice teddy bear and you’ll have it.  ❜

           ❛    I  WOULD  NEVER  !    ❜           she  laughs  &  rolls  deep  hues.         ❛      come  on  ,  drama  queen.   ❜

❛  I wouldn’t be frowning if that thing didn’t look rusty.  ❜  The quip is quicker than the filter he could’ve put up to keep it from being said. Seems like being a grouch was engrained in him. Though, to his merit, he is a little less tense when the offending piece of sticky candy is finally finished off.  ❛  Zee, I said it’s not a big deal, alright? I want to do this. We’ll do this.  ❜  The least he can do to prove he isn’t as big an arse as he feels at the moment. But to say he wasn’t praying the bloody thing wouldn’t break with him on it would be a lie.  ❛  Okay, so where’s the booth where I get to throw a ball at bottles? There’s one of those, right?  ❜

❛  I didn’t say I didn’t want to be here, I said I didn’t like cotton candy. ❜  Though he supposes there must be something about his overall attitude that gave such impression. Perhaps trying to seem a little more cheery would be in order.  ❛  Okay, don’t look so shocked. It’s not a big deal, you wanted to come, so I came with you. I might not like cotton candy, but I enjoy the games and the other less disgusting food. I’ve never been much for fairs, that’s all.  ❜  His gaze wanders to the ferris wheel in question, minding its less than reliable structure with a frown that he forgets to try and hide.  ❛  Might be all the time in the world if we get stuck there.  ❜  Killian murmurs, but realises it as soon as it’s out, making sure to smile when he looks at her.  ❛  But we’ll go anyway. I’m sure it will be fun.  ❜  

❛  No one can say you don’t know your standing.  ❜  He quips with a telling arching of his eyebrows, with mirth that only grew as she fell so easily into his prank.  ❛  There’s nothing on your hair yet. I’m sure that will change if you aren’t careful.  ❜   Killian shakes his head decidedly, waving off the idea with his hand.  ❛  We spend long enough in our offices as it is, this is a nice change of pace.  ❜  Capturing her gaze, he offers a knowing look.  ❛   And if we had waited until date night, the fair wouldn’t be here anymore.  ❜   Despite his distaste for the mess cotton candy leaves whatever it touches, he still draws closer to her and puts his arm around her shoulders as they walk along.  ❛  I don’t trust the ferris wheel.  ❜  He lets that sink in before turning to her with a smirk.  ❛  But I hear it’s a great make-out spot, so I’m definitely getting on it.  ❜

❛  Far from it.  ❜   He throws his hands up in innocence, though the single eyebrow that rises above its twin as he looks at the candy in her hand does weaken his case.  ❛  No, you’re right, it is a staple.  ❜  For a minute, you almost think he will stop there.  ❛  A bad one, but a staple nonetheless. You’ve got some of it on your hair, by the way.  ❜  It wasn’t true, but there was no fun in that, was there?  ❛  You underestimate my ability to finish things last minute. I’ve got plenty of time for that, don’t worry about it.   ❜

“ don’t judge me . “ faint laughter , another small piece of the faint pink candy pops into her mouth before smile grows . she takes a second to savor the pure sugar before turning attentions back to him . “ it’s cotton candy and we came to the fair , it’s a staple . it would have been a crime not to get it . which reminds me , didn’t you have a project or something due ? are you sure you have time to be taking me to fairs and stuff . “ 

              DARK  CRIMSON  HUES  FLICKER  TO  THE  OTHER  ,  a  smirk  pulling  at  perfect  lips.        ❛    must  you  be  so  dramatic  ?   ❜           sitting  up  ,  she  pulls  corn  silk  hair  over  her  shoulder  &  sighs.          ❛    i  could  use  a  snack.  ❜