A nice coffeeshop

Its was a late night, usualy the little golden golum would curl up to a ball and sleep. She often sleeps from the moment the sun sets till the moment the day breaks.

Thats also the waking and sleep hours of most of the day folk. But tonight she feels the spirit of adventure. This time she is able to use her house, the house teleported into a crowded place,

the house transformed into a clock so no one will notice her house, it had the form of the vintage items. She smelled coffee,

( she had to learn that the humans might be scarred of things that they don’t know, her future selfs till her old ones are going to be more humanoid)

But she noticed only vampires and no human, well at least she can fly around without scarying anyone

Send me ♕ to bump into my muse at a masquerade ball

Quite litterally he bumped in to someone. As he turned away from his wife, allowing David Nolan to take her for the next dance so he could get a spot of fresh air on the balcony, Rumple found his body thudding in to that of another. Looking apologetic - my, how time changed his reactions to such things - he lifted his hands out to try to steady the other man.

@combeferre-the-mothman​ said -->  ❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞  

Feuilly couldn’t keep the soft smile off his face. They’d had their disagreements but in the end, they had more in common that Feuilly ever thought possible and now- He wondered how he’d gotten so lucky. Those were thoughts for later, instead he gently pulled Combeferre into his space. 

Grantaire whined, trying to stifle muttered curses before they formed in his throat. Every part of him wanted to yank the hooks out from where they had embedded themselves in his cheek and tail, but he knew that would do more harm than good.

A wry snicker escaped him at the other end’s situation, despite the small amount of sympathy that struck him deep, deep down.