#microchasmic

kelly suplexes (slowly and gently) her to the ground (carpet)

" SORRY, old habits die hard. " He clicks his teeth at her and pushes her hair out of her face, as messily as it had come. He straddles her hip with his knees, patting her chest. " You good? hey? lou ... ? "

[ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ?

[ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ?

[ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ?

(DIDI!)

WE'RE RATTING ON HER | NOT ACCEPTING

🦇 Didi would never reveal a weakness to a stranger and a fear is basically a weakness to her. To a closer friend, she may reveal the fact that she does have a love/hate relationship with guns and all other manner of heavy artillery that can't be used in the bedroom, but that's usually all she'll reveal. Now, other things that I know that she's afraid of is: Becoming like her father, loss of control (not so much self-control like one might get when inebriated, but actual autonomy), and demons/satanic things—Didi's mother was Catholic and Didi was raised between her devout mother and atheist father, so religion is a bit of a messy gray area for her but there's something about total blasphemy that makes her shiver. Although, she did do unholy things in a confessional booth once, but she swears she did it with as much respect as she could muster—have we mentioned recently, that Didi is a massive hypocrite?

🪶 Definitely in soft, chiming giggles. Most of them time they're controlled noises, utilized when she wants to be seen as cute and harmless (It truly must be exhausting to be her what with all her carefully trained expressions)—when something is truly funny to her though, that's when you'll get a snort out of her and the demure giggles turn more into that sort of breathless, high pitched thing some people do. Mouth is open, nothing is coming out before the cackle catches up with them. She'll also start whacking the other person for making her full-bellied laugh, how DARE they!

🎀 In traditional love languages, Didi expresses love usually be physical touch and acts of service, usually in the form of sexual contact, as is her favorite thing to do, as well as cooking for those she cares for. In terms of receiving, I would say she actually prefers words of affirmation, even if receiving gifts is a very close second. Materialistic as she is, a new dress or fancy jewelry sometimes pale in comparison to someone telling her that regardless of how she can be, that she is loved.

However, Didi doesn't really know nor care about the love languages because, as she says, nothing quite beats the secret sixth love language that everyone apparently forgets; complete, obsessive devotion. Whether she admits it or not, Didi does seem to have a desire to make others love her more than she could ever love them, and the culmination of that desire is someone being so devoted to her that it becomes almost a pain to the other person. Perhaps it relates back to the whole will love her regardless of what she does thing, but it is a comforting thought to her that there might be someone out there who would flay themselves alive just to be her love. That nothing she could ever do could sully it.

Chair creaks as Leslie leans back. Unlike the dust covered town outside, his office seems pristine, well tended to. It's either an indication of a overly cleanliness or a lot more free time than would be expected of a Marshall.

"It's pretty quiet 'round here. Not, uh, not a whole lotta trouble." Or, really, not a lot of trouble that Leslie wanted to be in the middle of. Lochlan was all about jumping into the fray, drawing the guns and making the first move—Leslie's very much a hands off sort of lawman.