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💧 For your muse to tease my muse

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A crimson red bursts across her cheeks when Angela points out how wet she is for her, the angel's hand slipped down her pants and under her boxers. She couldn't deny it with her body spilling truths, and he cheeks that particular shade.

She bites her tongue until the gentle strokes are too much to resist, "Ange- fuck- just fuck me already, please-" she demands, needy and hot and nearly whimpering under her too careful touch. She always did like to rile her up, make her beg and plead.

When she entered her office, she would find a certain package had been left upon her desk, a sizable basket with a shimmery red ribbon upon it, housing an assortment of exotic comestible items. Boxes of multiple varieties of Swiss chocolate truffles, fine South American coffees, some Italian wine. Fresh cherries, Afghan teas, and a tin of caviar. Surrounded by these and other fine snacks and sweets was a central item, a large bottle of fine Irish Uisce Beatha, the alcohol a pale, lively amber in color. A small note was attached to the handle of the basket.

"All work and no play makes Angie a dull girl. Remember to take a break once in a while to unwind, darling.

~Moira

"Oh, come now, I think its rather handsome. It has a certain... beleaguered elegance to it." She walked up to the eerie evergreen specimen, regarding it with an appreciative smile before turning back to look at Angela. It was far too tall and far too thin, no wonder Moira had taken to it.

Send me a “Hello Handsome/Beautiful” if your muse thinks my muse is attractive

Queue Ace's cheeks turning red. He turned behind him to see if the blonde wasn't talking to someone else, though finding no one else.

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      She was oh so GENTLE in her actions. Uncharacteristic for a woman of her reputation. One that was known for sinking her fangs into unsuspecting victims just to watch them suffer. Yet, she cradled the woman’s hand within her own so GINGERLY. 

       Raising pale skin to meet RUBY painted lips in a press. The acton so soft, tender, as she dipped her frame low in a formal BOW. Letting the action last long enough that the VIPRESS was sure the kiss had left behind her signature lip color in its wake. Then in a swift movement, she stood straight, not letting go just yet.

                                    ❝ Now, what do I owe this pleasure too?  ❞

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He knew. He really did. But, even though he did, that didn’t mean he cared- well, maybe he would have cared; had the man they were all trying so hard to bring back still been… well, him- &&, not to forget, still alive. Even without it being nigh impossible to bring a god damn dead man back to life, he would never understand why they kept trying so hard. Didn’t really want to either, honestly. They had grieved && mourned for him but, at the same time; he supposed they all had a little experience in the dead coming back to life, hm?

Ana && Jack- so why not Gabriel too? People just couldn’t seem to die right.

Well, Gabriel was dead && he would damn right stay dead if Reaper had any say in the matter. They’d have to break down a dozen walls && dig a couple feet to get Gabriel back && he wasn’t about to let anyone come anywhere close to even trying that.

“Right…” && though he was irritated && frustrated, his voice still held a semblance of softness. There was no fun in shooting someone who was too god damn sad to shoot back, even he couldn’t bring himself to be that fucking cruel.

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