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@archaievist grinned, “Howdy cowboy.”
When Psi fell in with Eliza's sort, he wasn't expecting to end up spending most of his time in her ship. Sitting with his legs crossed, heels on the table, arms folded, he pretended not to notice when she came in. The sourness of his mood, however, waned slightly, if only to see her sunny disposition upon seeing him once again.
"I should be saying that to you." With a flick of his second left thumb, a bit of ash cascaded off the end of his lit cigarette. "Another successful run?"
As he spoke, smoke leaked out in loose threads from the nasal openings in his gums.
"I'm coming next time. Not up for negotiation. You can't keep me locked up in here forever."
That verbiage was particular.
@archaievist - Mon Cœur, Ma Tout-Tout @pamivie - T-Fleur, T-Lierre
[ WOUND ]: upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.
John felt exhausted. His eyelids grew heavy and fighting the oncoming sleep had become impossible. Just for a moment he told himself before giving in.
A moment passed or several hours, he never heard someone approach and kneel beside him. @archaievist 's hand found his side first, tracing slowly along the wounded edge. It was careful, like she was afraid of what she'd find.
That was what woke him. His eyes snapped open and the gun was already pressed against her jaw before the rest of him caught up.
"I thought you were... Shit. Sorry."
16. how vocal is your muse when intimate?
Gag his ass because he's not shutting the fuck up. He'll moan, groan, talk dirty, praise, tease and torment the entire fucking time, then down a cigar afterwords like it was the most mundane shit of his life.
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you coming? (For Thad)
"Yes- just one moment." He's finishing up buttoning his high-collared shirt- the sort he's chosen specifically for its distinct collar and the fact he's never expected to wear a tie with it. He hates the feeling of constriction around his neck. This is an easy way to avoid the problem entirely. He grabs his long coat, slings it over his broad shoulders, and exits the bedroom to join Elizabeth.
She's a picture in that dress. He pauses to look her up and down, a smile playing across his lips. That's approval if there's ever been any out of him, reserved though he tends to be. He offers his arm.
They've got tickets to the orchestra this evening, up in a suite where they'll be able to enjoy the performance or talk quietly if they want to without disturbing others. Sivana's assured her the rest of the people who will be present are friends. Colleagues, even.
The orchestra with a pack of supervillains? That's fun if there's ANY to be had in this damnable city.
two words
This is an entirely new experience for her. Another egg slips into her already expanding tummy and another moan slips from her mouth. Eliza takes Misao's hand and firmly puts it on her stomach. "You did this to me," she whispers, "I know I can fit more."
unprompted usfw fun stuff
"When I get out of here-" the redhead shakes with rage, covered in burns from the iron binding her.
"You say that like you're not staying here until we're finished finding out everything we can about you, girlie." Zeno retorts simply, not even bothering to look the woman's way as she struggles in her confines. He doesn't need to. He can hear her outbursts just fine and he's more interested in reading her files anyway, gleaning what he can from the scientist's reports. Eliza apparently wasn't human. The burns from simply touching iron confirmed that and it was a bizarre anomaly that just begged for closer observation. The clone goes back to reading as she seethes, devouring knowledge with the vague curiosity of a person going through a menu. Biology had been more of the original Wesker's thing, how Albert would dissect a particularly interesting specimen without hesitation if only to find out what made it tick and Zeno was only perturbed to realize he wasn't so different from his predecessor in this small way, albeit far less talented. Pity. He did need something interesting to do between missions. "Struggle all you want. You're just making it worse for yourself." He only adds, nodding to the angry welts and burns around Eliza's svelte wrists.
