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11: collarbone kiss

it was an...

well, no, that wasn’t quite right

you can’t label something an accident if you fully intended to do it. 

here’s how it went down:

see, jamie had never been very conservative with physical affection. it wasn’t in their nature, to hold back from hugs and cuddles and the warmth between bodies in a platonic sense. so when sterling had come over to watch netflix ( the new season of umbrella academy! ) it had been effortless to curl himself up into the other man’s arms. it had never really meant anything before. and sure, jamie could have explained why they craved affection so much. how spending his early years in and out of a hospital, where they constantly ran tests and didn’t allow him much room for physical contact had harmed him. or perhaps it was that his grandparents never really cared to hold them, given that jamie refused to pretend to be a man. or maybe it was a side effect of being a court faerie, with strong affiliations to herd-and-pack animals, and being completely isolated from their kind. 

well, anyway. it didn’t really matter why jamie enjoyed cuddles. perhaps they enjoyed it for the sake of enjoying it, one didn’t always have to justify a need for affection with a traumatic past, after all. the only unfortunate aspect of this was that, well, sterling’s collarbone was right in view. and jamie’s head wasn’t particularly... 

because here’s the thing, right. sterling knew jamie was fey, and that was very dangerous. if sterling knew jamie was fey, then he knew fey existed. and if he knows fey exist, then he knows what to look for. makes him a bigger target. and jamie? well, they knew, at least in a human perspective, that you can’t own people. but that didn’t really matter, did it? because jamie didn’t know if sterling had given jamie his name, or if he’d merely told the fey what to call him. and if jamie couldn’t recall that, then that meant sterling was free to take.

and jamie didn’t like that. 

and that was a very difficult concept because, again, he knew that you can’t just own people. you don’t just possess a person. yet that didn’t matter to the fairfolk; if sterling didn’t belong to jamie, then sterling was free to take, and the wolf in jamie’s breast growl and snarled and snapped at this concept. and so...

it was a moment of weakness. an act made out of instinct and fear. because the fair flesh of sterling’s neck was right there, and they would not, could not allow anyone else to have him. their lips tingled and burned with the words as they were spoken, a humming lilting ancient phrase of gaelic, as their lips pressed to his clavicle. and perhaps the wolf made themself apparent too, as canines sharpened and the kiss was sealed with a bite.

Was it not humiliating? To ask for help... that was not how she had been brought up. But Charlotte had not been hired for a couple of weeks, and all her savings had been nothing but a memory.

The smell of spice filled the cold air of the night that came from the spicy rice cakes that were being cooked. Under the red tent, exhausted businessmen with loosened ties sat down for a moment of relief that came in the shape of warm street food and alcohol. Then? Then, they'd go back homeㅡ perhaps to a nagging significant other and loud kids, perhaps to loneliness. Perhaps both, who knew. They couldn't be blamed for wanting a moment of peace, a moment that was solely theirs.

Because that was exactly what Miyeon was doing, at this moment. Of course, she was far from being a businessman (even if she could do it if she was asked to) but that didn't stop her from filling her soju glass with said drink and down it in one go, until her stomach felt warm and her skin was buzzing pleasantly. She wasn't going to get drunk, no. She knew better than taking this risk. The governement didn't want one of their secret agent to be spilling out some secrets, after all. That made her snort, and the dark haired woman was just about to fill up her glass once more when a hand covered it and had Miyeon looking up, a grin easily pulling at her lips the second they made eye-contact. 

   Perhaps Riley had too much to drink.  That was only just now crossing his mind as the bartender closed the door on him.  The bard merely chuckled the abrupt slam off, waving a hand as he walked down the cobbled street.

“ Strange little town, “ he murmured to himself.  With a hum he fiddled with his accordion, squeezing and pulling out a few notes before he had a hearty tune rolling out into the quiet streets.  Soon enough he’d started singing along.  He was merely piecing together the lyrics, and has strung together a tale of a sunshine palace in the skies soon enough.

“ Oh... “ Luna frowned as she nearly tripped. Once again, she hadn’t been looking where she was going. Some might blame her messy hair partially in her eyes, others on the fact that she kept looking straight up at the sky.

In a perfect world, she would be on her couch with a good book in her hand and her favorite fuzzy socks on her feet while her roommate would be watching something on TV and making comments about how stupid people can be. It would be comfortable and cozy and there would be absolutely nothing to worry about. They'd order some take-out food if they weren't too lazy to cook somethingㅡ just a normal, relaxing night between two best friends who happened to be roommates.

Except that it wasn't a perfect world.

@illustrctio​ said: “7, 16, 29, 46 for riley ...”

7. What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?

he’s had a few, but the most embarrassing was probably when he punched a girl in the sixth grade when she said his voice sounded like a “screeching cat”.  not his proudest moment

16. Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized? 

ohhhh yeah, quite a few times.  back in his home town, a few of the nurses know him by name!

29. Has your muse ever had a pet? If so, what type?

portia is his first pet!!  she’s a lovely greyhound whose chill energy helps mellow him out

46. What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?