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word prompts compilation: accepting

“You have really nice hair~” Felix cooed as he combed his fingers through Gemini’s dark locks, humming to himself cheerfully. “I wonder what I would look like if I grew my hair out,” he commented idly, puckering his lips thoughtfully. He could not really picture himself with hair like Gemini’s-- and he had a feeling his face was too small and soft to really pull it off. Not that he minded, because he liked his hair just how it was. 

the magic of fuller sentence meme: still accepting

tw: panic attack

Krystal’s wide eyes traced Gemini’s face, her hands gripped his forearms from where she was collapsed against a wall. She’d ran off into a secluded, quiet hallway after witnessing an exchange between two very angry patients. The booming volume of the male voices already sending her into a panic and when she’d joined several doctors to break up the fight, she took a hit to the face. Her heart was racing and her face was aching as she tried her best to calm herself down. She gripped his arms tightly as she tried to copy his breathing, her heart hammering in her chest as she held eye contact with him and took deep breath, after deep breath.

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     Heather’s bare feet are on the coffee table. Heather’s whole self is on the coffee table actually and he doesn’t look like he’s going to be getting down anytime soon if the amused look he sends Gemini. The way he’s standing puts him squarely in the way of the tv not far from there and in full view of the other man on the couch.

     “Ooo, so stern~” he teases and sways his hips to the beat of the music video that plays on the tv. “Pay me some attention and maybe I’ll stop.”

   The thing about Heather is that he’s got not a single qualm with stating just what he wants. Right now he wants Gemini to stop looking at the big screen and hang out with him because he’s got something he wants to cook. Or did, but now he just feels like being a pain for fun. Enjoying the song Heather turns himself toward the TV and keeps dancing. He’s no pro but he does have skills and they show as he keeps up making up his own table safe but wildly inappropriate dance.

the magic of fuller sentence meme: still accepting

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m a fuckin ray of sunshine, can’t you tell?” She was definitely not but, greeted Gemini as such, gesturing to her professional yet still goth and dark ensemble matching her cold expression. Her Welsh accent was thick with sarcasm as she spoke to him, walking through the halls of the hospital. Siobhan hated how bright white hospitals were, unbothered by the tension or the smell. It was the walls and the floors that aggravated her. On top of that, she was being her cold, grumpy self to cover for the fact that she was extremely nervous. Gemini was guiding her to the morgue where she was meeting with the head technician to interview for an internship. 

She missed working with the dead and this was as close as she was going to get. 

Wukong grins as he watches the other speak, swaying a little with his fingers gripping his beaker of contraband liquid tight. His eyes remain focused on his surgeon, his grin only widening as he comes to the precipice of his story and he finds the other’s laugh rather infectious. “Ha-! A horse-” he mutters into the beaker as he lifts it to take another swig with a shake of his head. Finding the storage of alcohol that had been confiscated from patients was an amazing find! 

accepting!!

Rip N’ Rage was not just a business, but a haven for it’s owner. When his mind got to be just far too much - he’d slip into the rage rooms and have a go for himself just to let it out. Several times a week when sleep would evade him, or him it, he’d find himself locked in one of those rooms slaughtering anything in his path until his bristling heat of rage would subdue once more. It was one of those nights that things began to turn sour and there was only one person he could turn to.

Sitting amongst the destroyed rabble and destruction, Libra lifted his head at the sound of the door to the room groaning with his twin’s pull. Sunken in duel orbs peered from his crumpled up form across the way, huddled into the far corner with a broken wooden bat laying on the floor in front of him. Crimson leaked from the gash on his nose, the wound on his palm - though he looked worse than reality. “Sorry.” He sighed, cringing at the pain in his nose as his head lulled back against the wall. “To call you so late.”

[ The Interestings Meme;// Currently Accepting ]

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    Heather is in his kitchen looking into the boiling pot of water that he intends to make mac and cheese in when arms wrap around his middle. Oh! His lips pull into a grin at the feeling and then wider when he hears what Gemini is saying to him. It’s nice to be wanted, it’s bliss to be missed, but divine to be cherished.

  “Did you? And it’s got nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I sent you a text and a photo of me seductively holding a shells and white cheddar box?” he asks cheekily. The only thing the text had said was ‘Shelfie’. Heather, a mature adult male with a master's degree under his belt, was also a lover of stupid puns. “You want to stay for a cheap dinner?”