#manfromtheepa

“It is worth my pointing out,” he said, “that you are ignoring something huge.”

"Would that be a fancy way to say you want my attention?"

Fae grinned, playing around with a lock of her hair. The resemblance with Rook was uncanny, though there were some visible discrepancies. Her hair wasn't quite the same shade of brown and was kept loose rather than tied back. The posture was more relaxed and there was a twingle in her eyes that Rook would never have the confidence to show.

Happy Birthday to my friend @manfromtheepa! Depicting her as a Ghostbuster, along with a"Pocket Peck” for good luck. Plus a picture of her and Walter Peck, finally relaxing after they’ve had a shit day at work. 

This is my way to say THANK YOU for being a truly great friend: Keeping me sane, alive and happy with our shared love of Ghostbusters - Walter Peck & Janosz Poha especially. ^^ ‘Hope your Birthday’s been a good one! 

Please Reblog but DO NOT repost.

“There ain’t no motive for this crime...                                               Jenny was a Friend of mine...” 

“I may as well be standing in my own grave, talking to you.” he seethed, standing at his desk. He instinctively flinched back when her nail tapped his chin, wiping it defensively with the back of his hand.

Peck’s eyes narrowed more at what the fae was asking him, knowing it was an insult wrapped in a question. “I don’t know what you mean…I only know Una as a family friend, and nothing more…”

Peck remembered something in one of the books Ray lent him over the topic of fae, after Una had passed. “I warn you, witch, I happen to know where I can find all your weaknesses…there’s a hardware store half a block away…don’t make me get some nails set up around the office. Now answer me again…why are you here.”

Aibell’s gesture tensed. She didn’t like that he seemed aware of the iron clause and she liked the fact that apparently iron had become so easy to acquire in this new world even less. Furthermore, amusing as his temper was, she was still not fond of being talked to this way.

“Simple curiosity. You look a bit familiar and I can’t lay my finger on what it is” 

She swirled into a thread of fog and reappeared behind him, easily cornering him against his desk, relishing the surprise on his face.

🎃 Send me Trick or Treat! to knock on my muses door for candy on Halloween night!

It had started off simply enough. Rumple dropping his cats back off after he returned from a trip. Then an offer of dinner, a couple of drinks on his part and her... she wasn't entirely sure. Had it been curiosity? Quite a few drinks? She didn't normally drink enough for strange things to happen having quite a high tolerance but one never could rule these things out. Upon waking up a vague memory started to come back to her. Rumple getting Walter back home, an argument happening until the two were yelling, a random and utterly unexpected kiss. That kiss had led to rather angry sex quickly enough as Peck proved he did in fact have some spirit left behind that bureaucratic paper work.

Sitting up she let out a long soft yawn. “What a very odd dr....eam....” Blinking once or twice as she heard a cat meow then glancing to the side Rumple's eyes widened seeing Walter right next to her. “Oh by all the horned ones, and all the satyrs in all the lusty forests... “ Completely naked she ran one hand through her hair then just let out a soft laugh as she shook her head. She didn't hate him of course, but the man had a habit of pissing her off. Oddly enough he also had a habit of pulling back just as he came oh so very close to the brink. Respect after getting stabbed. Cute cats. Now, sex. “Things have a very odd way of escalating over time with you, and I'm not sure how I feel about that you infuriating man.” A tone of resigned amusement was in her voice as she finally started to scoot off the bed with her back flexing. Glancing in the mirror she blinked once or twice suddenly realizing her entire glamour was down showing wings and everything.