“I’m fucked. They hired a new guy to help with the bar and — I’m not joking when I say he’s like. Angelic. He’s gorgeous! Every time he opens his mouth I just. Stare at his lips. He must think I’m a freak!”

She's sat in her recliner; curled up under her blanket and scrolling absentmindedly. The groan has a smirk tugging at her lips, teeth catching briefly at her lower lip in an attempt to quell the bit of soft laughter bubbling in her chest. Glancing over at her best friend, Saoirse absolutely lacks any surprise at the source of poor Caly's frustrations.

Logan hated this shit. He hated these things. Not the job, the job was something he could deal with, something he could almost like, the challenge of it.

He wasn’t normally your best choice for anything undercover. Anyone with any ounce of grace would say that he had a presence, but the truth of it was that he was big and boorish and stuck out like a sore fucking thumb.

The suit was tailored. It fit well, it moved well, he made sure of that, so he didn’t look like some poor fucker trying to squeeze his way in to a role he didn’t belong. After all, Logan had most of his memories back now. He remembered his childhood, remembered his manners, knew how to eat with all the fucking forks that may have been put before him, and could sweep a woman across the floor without batting an eye.

But still it felt wrong, felt off, like all those metal bones in his body were too fucking big and held at all the wrong angles.

He hated it.

Until he didn’t even notice anymore.

He’d always had a weakness for redheads, women, men, you name it. Put a bit of russet in their coloring and he’d be on his knees in a minute begging for attention or affection or anything he could get.

So at first Logan thought it was a pleasant distraction, the pale grace of her skin, the line of her neck, the brilliance of the hue.

It was then the scent hit him.

Her. There, somehow. It wasn’t exactly surprising, it wasn’t like they hadn’t run into each other on jobs like this before.

But it had been months.

A year?

More?

He’d bolted last time. Left, for her good. Removed himself, because she deserved between, but as he stalked he through the crowd, trailing her easily, movements graceful and smooth in a way they hadn’t been moments before, Logan figured he had two options.

He could spare them both the upset that came anytime they crossed paths. The way it has always been since, oh the five years since they’d met.

Or he could get a glass of whatever red they had on hand.

In so doing he lost her for a second, making her own perimeter as she was, but it wasn’t like it was hard to find her again.

To watch each of her graceful movements, to time it when he snagged her by the wrist and pulled her back. Quick. Stepping just out of reach of her typical counter before growling out, “Hey, Cal. Got you a drink.”

Yes, she isn't human, and yes that means she can sense when someone else isn't fully human either. But that doesn't mean she isn't ever so curious about the world around her, the people who choose to surround her. The scent of cocoa is enough to soothe her and distract her too, but she still wants the other woman nearer. For what reason, she isn't sure...something she recalls behavioral people saying is 'human nature'.

Nova takes the mug carefully and hums at the feeling of the warmth pooling in her palms and fingertips, a comforting sensation. Eyes briefly turn out to the window again and she listens before taking a sip and allowing eyes to flutter closed as she savored it.

"What do you like most about rain?" She asks, scooting to make room for Caly on the other side of the window seat. "I hope it doesn't storm. I don't like storms. But the rain blurs the world through the windows. It's...oddly soothing." Oddly familiar, too, in the far reaches of her mind. But she doesn't say anything on that now, peeking over at the other above the rim of her cat mug.

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It would have been so simple to lie; to say that the crimson splattered across pale skin was nothing more than corn syrup and food dye - but Eric was no liar. What was the point in it? Lying benefited no one. A sharp intake of breath, a fleeting glance. Stray hand lifting and pointlessly trying to wipe blood from his own cheek.

"No." Eric answered softly, stepping past her and heading straight for the bathroom. His outer jacket is shrugged off, dropping in a heap on the floor. Faucet turned, the male allows warm water to cascade over his hands for a few moments as he speaks once more.

"Don't worry about it. It's better if you don't know." There were flashes of memories - of his best friend being shot while sat directly beside him. He couldn't involve Caly in this. Eric knew better. And yet here he is, in her presence and cursing her by association with his, regardless.

Fuck.

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ASTRIIIID OH MY GOD?! ;_; This is so sweet, I actually might cry? Like, I read this first while I was at work and I legit had a lump in my throat, but in the very best way. First off, I am so, SO glad we are mutuals! You and Caly are such a wonderful light to see on my dash, and I am so happy we found each other! (Also, the fact that you jumped headfirst into their ship with me is amazing and I hope you know I love them lots and lots!) Secondly, having you say this to me means more than I can possibly say. When I first created Amity (way back in 2012), the RP community was an entirely different animal. It was so difficult to be a female muse, even doubly so for a female original character. You had to work so hard for anyone to see past the first strike against you (that you were writing a female OC), and that was oftentimes really fucking difficult. But even so, I kept working on developing Amity, because she means the world to me, and is so incredibly dear to my heart. And the fact that you can see just how much of that heart I pour into her, just gets me so emotional! And then to hear you say she feels real?! That is the highest honor I could ever imagine! Truly! I don't know how to thank you enough for sending me this, but please, please know, it really does mean SO much to me. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you! Thank you for your friendship, thank you for the opportunity to write our girls together, and thank you for this beautifully written bit of love! I will be sure to treasure it forever!

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? ) jump down to the last section

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: I've never shipped Robin with a woman before. it was plotted once, but they left tumblr before we could start anything. I'm thinking of a Hallmark Christmas movie-type scenario. Robin is a workaholic and is in the town/city for work. She meets Caly and for the first time she realizes she's attracted to women.

The second she stepped through his door, a wild grin had made it's way onto his face - but it faltered as she spoke. Bright blue eyes widened slightly. Surely it was comical the way that smile of his so quickly slipped from his features and instead replaced itself with a look that screamed concern.

"--What?" it was all he could manage at first, taken aback as his mind definitely did not believe the not because I was in danger line. He knew 'men'. Caly was gorgeous - yes, Asher knew full well that she could more than defend herself, but he also knew well enough the length people would go to get what they want. "Are you okay?"

Finally closing the gap between them, his hands rested briefly on her cheeks before straying to find their way down to her hips where they settled with a light grip. "You know...I don't mind keeping you company at the bar when you close up--" it's meant as a serious suggestion, but then he's grinning and speaking a bit playfully.

"Also, it's because all redheads are typically wild. Fiesty."

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