Jul 19, 2015
Erin took Roger's hands and started to pull him into a dance. She whistled merrily, content to carry the beat herself.
Roger squeaked and did his best to follow.
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Erin took Roger's hands and started to pull him into a dance. She whistled merrily, content to carry the beat herself.
Roger squeaked and did his best to follow.
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✂️ just do it
Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Just do it.
Marcus circled Erin slowly, predator instinct taking over as he drug his claws over her body, deep lasting gashes welling blood over her once perfect skin. He cooed all the French he could remember into her ear, unable to hold back a chuckle as she shuddered. Those lessons had come in handy after all, hadn’t they… It was a shame not to put them to good use. But this was Erin he was circling, not some maid in a frilly little outfit. Keeping it quick and clean, Marcus slit her throat with a talon and licked his lips, murmured one final “Je t’aime” as she breathed her last.
Gymnophoria
Gymnophoria (the feeling of being undressed with one’s eyes)
It was almost uncanny, how he could nearly imagine it. As Marcus gazed at Erin as she tapped away at her phone, he was busily imagining quite a spectacle. Erin only glanced back, tutting at him to get back to work.
Marcus quirked an eyebrow, glancing between his laptop screen and her, soon enough returning to his fantasies. Every curve, every inch of skin.. It was all mapped out perfectly in his mind.
He’d have to see if his visions were true later on.
Mamihlapinatapei
Mamihlapinatapei (the look between two people in which each loves the other but they are too afraid to make the first move)
Marcus didn’t know how it had started, but here he was, scrolling through endless pages of endearments on a French dictionary website, frowning and tossing aside term after term. How to tell her? There were so many ways… Was a simple “je t’aime” applicable? Or something more poetic and flowing? A wordsmith Marcus Vansten was not, and he sunk back in his chair as his efforts grew more and more fruitless.
Erin paced outside the door, the only active on duty bodyguard for the Vansten estate. She tapped at her chin, trying to figure out the most tactful way of saying what she wanted to. Was it worth it to learn a bit of Lakota to tell him? Or just a simple “I love you”? She leaned back against the wall, grumbling and folding her arms. This was getting to be hopeless.
The two sighed from their respective sides of the door, deciding that it could wait. There would come a moment, sometime… Right?
Scoops the smol son up and starts making snorting noises as she kisses his face. Love the small boy.
Roger was surprised at that. The last time he talked with Erin, she seemed to hate him. He made a distressed sound and looked at her, confused.
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"Marcus!" Erin forgot all about being proper as she sprinted and slid to him, gently grasping his face. "Marcus, sir, what happened?" she gasped, gaze flicking around at his body.
Marcus didn’t move, long past exhausted. He absently nuzzled at her hand, smudging blood into her palm. His back still oozed steadily, muscles flexing as if his wings were still there.
"'Melia!" Erin's face softened into familiarity, her arms wrapping around the other. "Mels! Feels like forever since we've talked!"
Amelia beamed back, hopping in place. “Erin~ You’re right, we should hang out more. It’s definitely on the top of my list~!”
A little more stealthy this time. She set a bouquet of flowers on her desk. Eh? Eh?
Cleo blinked at the bouquet of flowers suddenly on her desk. Those weren’t the usual flowers she received bi-weekly. Wait... she stood up, glancing over her desk to see better.
“...you’re back already?!”