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"I think I'm a fast learner. I mean, like... if you were trying t'teach me summat, I'd pick it up quickly." Jamie's got his hands shoved up under his shirt as he sways side to side at his hips. "Unless it's, like, maths or science. Weren't ever really good at those."
@belayadeath liked the starter call !
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THE DRAGON-RIDER KING AND HIS LADY-KNIGHT ETERNAL.
( &. @belayadeath ft. byanka starkova. )
what if bi stole his dumb glasses? what then?
First off, they’re cartier, okay? Second off, he will die within one second left in the sun touching his pretty face. No sunblock? Dead Satoru, no glasses? Double dead, that happens, look it up.
“Couldn’t you just stab me instead? That seems more friendly”
‘ i don't think this is the appropriate moment. ‘
A lot has changed in the past few days, Bruce finds himself wanting to spend time with Bianca, finds himself actually wanting to engage in the behaviors they've been engaging in for show. They kiss, and his heart flutters. They hold hands, and his cheeks turn red as if he were a teenager again. We're newlyweds, he usually explains, but he could only say it so many times before he needed to acknowledge what was going on — and nip it in the bud if need be.
They were getting dressed for dinner, and he ties his tie rather quickly — he stands in the mirror, watching as the knot forms as his hands move. “ Hey, got a question. ” He calls out, turning his head towards her. She's putting her earrings in, or something. I don't think this is the appropriate moment?
“ When else would be appropriate? ” He should back down. This relationship is for show. But if that's the case, why does he feel like this? All gooey and mushy. Blech. Still, against his better judgement, he proceeds. “ What do you say after all this we go get a drink? Could use it. ” He pauses, moving from the mirror to look at her. “ But as us. Not these personas. ”
THE FELINE FATALE &. HER CHARMS, : A DANGEROUS THING, ... her reputation known. ( careful not to look too deep into those enchanting eyes, you might drown. ) brow raised, the smirk upon glossed blacks the sweetest sign of trouble! ❝ you don't mind, do you? ❞ the siren's song echoes, as she lets herself lay down upon bianca's couch, splayed out 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. &. of course, sneaking close as possible to her figure. BOLD AS EVER! this time far from the first of the all the times THE CAT HAD SNEAKED HER WAY IN, ( most times even with a permission. ) ... ❝ truly sweet of you to let me in. ❞ 𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑, leaning just a bit more close, chin tilted slightly upwards, jade green hues demanding attention. ( remember the warning. ) the zipper of her suit lowered a little with an exhale, A SHOW MADE OUT OF IT. just to get comfortable she'd say, &. 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐄.
EVERY MOVE CALCULATED, : SHE KNEW WHAT SHE WAS DOING, &. a hint lied in the small details : if one only dared to look for them. her focus intense on bianca, eager for reactions, EAGER TO SEE JUST HOW MANY BUTTONS SHE NEEDED TO PUSH. ( 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ) ... ❝ what's the matter? ❞ usually, she would have enjoyed quips of bianca's own sharp &. smooth tongue, but now she got nothing. NOT SOMETHING SHE CAN SETTLE WITH, SHE PUSHES AGAIN. ... lips dangerously close now, her tempting smirk all the more visible. &. boldly, felicia 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒 a glance at bianca's lips, keeping her attention there. ❝ cat got your tongue? ❞ how much more of this cat &. mouse game? the tension between the two had only grown, &. they both knew it. SHE WAS JUST BOUND TO GET GREEDY. ... @belayadeath ' you don't know what you do to me. ' a satisfying whisper felt against felicia's lips, bianca's admission being the gasoline thrown into the flames. ❝ oh, that so? ❞ another purr, &. felicia allows her lips to brush against bianca's, INTENTIONALLY TEMPTING! just before those noir lips move against her jaw, her cheek ... all the way to her ear, ❝ how about you tell me, then? ❞ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒, sneaky claws already starting to move against bianca's body, eager to explore. ❝ and spear no details. ❞ a seductive whisper of her own.
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with @belayadeath: SEBSTER
"oh god please, please don't let that be my new nickname." sebastian ruffles bianca's hair before he hugs her, pretending to sigh and roll his eyes as he dreads the continued use of the word 'sebster.' "would you do me a great big favor and pick something else to affectionately call me? there are a whole host of other options. seb, bastian... you could just call me by my last name and be done with it." before he breaks their hug, he plants a sweet kiss to bianca's forehead. "all jokes aside, i missed you. great to see your face again after so long. and speaking of your face..." sebastian takes to a bit of concern in that moment, gently taking bianca by the chin and studying the numerous scars and lines on her face — new wounds, marks he's never seen before. "where did these come from?" he asks, and his tone shifts dramatically, features drenched in affection and worry. "what have you been getting into while i've been gone? are you all right?"
from @belayadeath: i hate that i think of you. / for din👁️
is her aggression intentional? is her forcefulness pointed, staked through the core of her feelings like a knife? din senses a spit to the way bianca says it, and each word feels serrated, purposefully turned from simple syllables to an all-out attack. i hate that i think of you. perhaps the barbed wire wrapped around her vitriol is a defense mechanism, a hand darting to a holstered blaster or a fist raised in anger — bianca is protecting herself in that moment. she uses the term hate. her lips are curled, her nostrils, flared. i hate. i hate. i think of you.
the mandalorian returns her hostility with irritating silence. his helmet remains still, no motion attached. bianca's probably waiting for a heated response, equal anger, maybe a shift as he moves to stand and walk out of the cantina. she gets none of that. instead, she's faced with the emotionless t-visor, the steady elbows set on the table, and unbearable, nail-biting stillness. around them, the cantina is vibrant with music and drinks as passerby wander through narrow stretches of tables and chairs, greet each other, and slosh ale onto the floor. music plays in the distance — a song din's never heard before. for now, it's a backdrop to his unyielding silence and bianca's agitated stare. how long will it be until...
"we can talk about this later." that's what he decides to say, after all this wait. the mandalorian rises, pushes his chair away from the table, and gives the blonde human a passing look before he heads for the door. maybe she'll be angry by the choice, but this is not the time or place for such a weighty conversation... and considering the things he longs to say, it belongs in a safer place. it belongs in true silence, true isolation. "follow me." over his shoulder now, insistent that she joins him. he doesn't wait for her to get up.
sometimes there's the need to run away from life. but who would guess that iceman of all people, was the one running ? a breathless life and the lack of feelings poured, the constant hatred for a sirer which neither child seemed to please ⸺ YOU ARE PUSHED OVER THE EDGE OF A CLIF, no matter what you do ... the prizes or the achievements. it was still there, a constant need for approval ( as well as the vocal reminder of failure ) . dealing with that feeling, doing the best to not allow the interference with the job to be done was slightly easier than your personal life. RULES ARE RULES. AND YOU'RE BREAKING THEM. the ghost threatening to expose what happened between four walls, a taint on the reputation. a scandal to be avoided. head vs. heart. it was as terryfing ( and as heartbreaking ) as it sounded.
[ THE FILE COMPARTMENT // : LOADING ... ❛ you’ve been avoiding me. UNDER THE ID OF , ... CONNECTING ... ] @belayadeath.
azure hues captured her frame once he turned his head to the side briefly, bag of chips on hand while watching the ocean miles and miles ahead of them and with land nowhere to be found. locked at the same carrier, due deployment's irony ⸺ it was an incoming conversation for three months now, the contact had been scarce until she arrived a couple of nights prior. ❛❛ i know. ❜❜ , tom wouldn't tiptoe on the matter. not when he had been ignoring her that long ( AVOIDING THE TOPIC, AVOIDING THE HEARTBREAK ) ... , ❛❛ this isn't working anymore. far too dangerous, and improper, coming from us both. ❜❜
