Aug 4, 2021
-big heckin not dead game kisses-
-BIG HECKIN CLING- don't you ever die again, it is NOT allowed, i am traumatized.
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-big heckin not dead game kisses-
-BIG HECKIN CLING- don't you ever die again, it is NOT allowed, i am traumatized.
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“ you can tell me, you know. that’s the way the whole friends thing works. ”
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. they wouldn’t be such great friends if she couldn’t read his moods by now. he supposed he looked more haggard than usual -- no amount of herb satchels or warding spells had helped him sleep. ❝ i’m having nightmares again. after everything that happened, i wake up and the person in my bed is not THEM anymore. they’re one of those...wraiths. ❞ he looked away guiltily, remembering that she’d been one of them herself, turned because she’d made the ultimate sacrifice to DIE. ❝ or they’re just dead, and i’m not sure which is worse. ❞
@prlman | cont.
. elio’s reaction is everything she’d hoped it would be, and she silently thanks the man who’d given her access to his suite, despite his hesitance to do so. sure, it was a bit INVASIVE, she supposes, not the sort of thing that’s usually allowed, but she’d reassured him she meant no trouble, and perhaps fibbed a little to say it was part of a grander surprise from GAME. name-dropping almost ALWAYS works. she stifles a laugh with her hand when he rapidly closes the door, thinking he’s trying to preserve some sense of MODESTY that she’s never had in all of her long life.
❝ good. ❞ her voice is throaty and feline, just short of a purr, and she watches him approach the bed through impossibly long lashes, full lips pulled up in a pleased smile. she leans into him just a little when he finally joins her on the bed, body positioned in a subtle accentuation of her natural curves. the lacy lingerie she wore left NOTHING to the imagination. her own laughter follows his. ❝ mmm, you might have mentioned that before. ❞ she can’t resist teasing him, but it’s nothing compared to the TEASING in his future.
njála’s pupils dilate rapidly from just that small touch and she has to restrain herself to keep from DEVOURING him and scaring the poor boy away. NO, he’s hardly some innocent child. she knows SIM, knows what he likes, and elio would have to be far more than a blushing virgin to hold his interest like he does. when he kisses her, she waits only a moment before deepening it, slipping her tongue into his mouth and pressing her body to his as her nipples begin to harden. her fingers glide along his pale chest and then flatten, pressing him down against the bed so she can climb over him, knees bracketing his slender hips. now her fingers slide to encircle his wrist and she moves his hand to cup her sex, positioning it just right so his fingertips would graze the opening of her crotchless panties. ❝ don’t be so SHY, elio. i came for YOU, and i hope you’ll let me come again. ❞
@prlman said: ❝ you deserve someone who lets you glow in every way you need to ❞ (to dalton)
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❝ sure...but you AND lev? ❞ dalton’s fingers splay out in a broad gesture, eyebrows rising. ❝ you’re more than i could have ever hoped for. ❞ his smile is small and contemplative as he twists the ring around his finger, staring at the circuit-board pattern as it ripples with cerulean light in faint pulses that he can feel as surely as the electricity all around them. ❝ i mean, i know it doesn’t HAVE to lead to...y’know, ❞ and that’s as sure a sign as any that neither of them are ready for marriage if he can’t even say the word right now, but it’s not a BAD thing to take it slow and see if that’s really where this is leading...he just knows he loves elio, and he loves oliver, too, and feels so grateful that the familiar has entrusted him with elio’s tender heart. ❝ but you really think he’ll be okay with this? if...? ❞
@prlman said: ❝ I like it here. I want to stay here forever. ❞
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❝ you say that NOW -- ❞ the brownstones were beautiful this time of year, some already decorated in draping green garland and bright red bows, even while the trees still clung to their vibrantly-colored leaves. boston in the fall, right after thanksgiving, was one of dalton’s favorite places in the world, the air just chilly enough to warrant a comfortable hoodie without being able to see your breath, scented with decaying leaves and a faint aroma of coffee from the thousands of people who turned to it for warmth. there was a REASON he’d wanted to show elio his city. it was a beautiful aesthetic, and he’d known the other witch would fall in love immediately. ❝ wait ‘til it’s cold as fuck outside and you’re getting pelted with road salt while waiting for the bus. ❞ dalton used the arm he had looped around elio’s waist to pull him a little closer as they walked, gliding his nose along his jaw affectionately.
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the conversation is enough to keep elio awake, though he is certainly relaxed, and he gives the faintest of nods. "i've read through a few of his books, yeah. which one are you reading?" he's actually read most of them.
sim turns another page, only partially invested in this section. it may require a rereading later, but it is at a lull in the action, so he likely will only miss a few details. "this one is the green mile. i've actually seen the movie and was curious enough about the name attached to hunt down a copy of the book." john coffey's ability of course reminds him of those in the covey.
"more like i'm a rail," he responds with a small grin on his lips. he looks up at him with an amused expression of his own, but settles in more deeply at the feel of that hand on his back. "okay." that's all that needs to be said. if sim wants elio to stay, he will - for as long as he wants. may end up falling asleep there, though.
that he is. elio is almost too slender, and yet he does not look sickly for his thinness. there had been a time when sim was far too slim, his ribs near protruding and his face carrying a gaunt, haunted shadow. still he thinks his mother might like to see a little more flesh on his bones. sim is pleased that elio offers no further protest and he can't keep the soft him from forming in his throat. after a moment he leans his cheek against elio's head, cushioned by his curls. "have you ever read stephen king?"
"i'm the bony one, if anything. you're comfortable." voice is soft and relaxed. he wraps arms around him and lightly squeezes. he could sleep like this. "if you need me to move, just tell me. promise i won't be sad."
. a soft huff of laugh follows and sim flips a page in his book. by this point the text is only just registering, but he soldiers on regardless. ❝ so i am fat, then. ❞ if elio sneaks a glance up, he’ll see sim’s playfully cocked brow. only when he speaks again does sim finally remove a hand from his book, placing it firmly against elio’s back to prevent him from getting up. ❝ no. stay. ❞ the weight of him was a comfort, grounding him to this pleasant moment. sometimes he needed that anchor.