Apr 8, 2013
indecenttimes replied to your post: well /technically/ that is still something other than straight
Sounds like fuckin’ denial.
No one asked you.
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indecenttimes replied to your post: well /technically/ that is still something other than straight
Sounds like fuckin’ denial.
No one asked you.
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Hey.
Twoface.
Still mad about me stealing your date, big fella?
Because I'm pretty sure Teagan's a lady. And I'm pretty sure I took her out to coffee and scones.
Which I'm pretty sure constitutes a heterosexual date.
Also, I told her you're liable to date rape her in the back of your Bentley.
So you won't be, ah, 'tapping that', as you might put it, any time soon.
Sorry I tried to shoot you.
But I still want to punch you.
Now, Edward never really was very good at taking care of himself when it was in fact his own fault that he was hurt, so this time was really no different. He found himself lying on the floor rather than the couch so he wouldn't stain it, book in his right hand and his arm tucked under his stomach.
For once Eddie was clad only in a loose Tshirt and pajama pants, his arm wrapped tight six times over in an attempt to make it bleed a little less. Because of this the layer of bandages nearly makes it look like he's wearing a cast.
At least this way he wasn't bleeding on himself, and he wasn't about to fall over because of the blood loss... However, his eyes squint at the book, having read the same paragraph about three times now. Eventually Eddie just whines, bending his legs up and letting his feet hang in the air as he finally gives in and rests his left arm above his head.
Eventually he just lets out a little whine at the footsteps,closing the book with his right hand.
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Wandering into the house, Jonathan showed his face for the first time in many months, it would seem -- crawling out of the boathouse on the water smelling like phosphorus and sulfur and all offensive chemicals in between. Of course, granted, he came crawling out because he'd run out of Sudafed cooking meth and, much to his chagrin, found himself on the shit end of a fever and searching for a bit of respite in a decongestant.
He was perfectly happy to slip in and slip out completely unnoticed, but things seldom went as the poor Scarecrow planned. In fact, the moment he started rifling through the kitchen cabinets, he heard footfalls and was brought to a state of quiet sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. He was too cold, achey, fatigued, and stuffed up to deal with people today.
But lo' and behold. People.
- indecenttimes
A kernel of caramel popcorn sailed into the air, and a pig-tailed head leant back to catch it in her mouth. Along with her high-waisted pleated skirt, white shirt, and tie, Maebh looked more like a schoolgirl at five feet five, than an internationally-wanted criminal.
The little black-shoes and knee-high socks probably didn't help, either.
However, the image was slightly destroyed by the two massive mountains that passed for men on either side of her. One had celtic tattoos on his scalp, and the other one had black hair down to his waist and despite the fact they looked like they drank steroids with every meal, they were handsome men.
Maebh picked up another kernel and lifted her lashes to smile at the man in front of her, grinning.
"I won' pretend t' be ignorant of who you are," she murmured, her Irish accent slightly thicker than usual. "I do love your suit, though." She grinned and popped the kernel into her mouth. "Nice t'meet y', Dent. I'm the Morrigan. I don't expect you to have heard of me."
Yet.