#ofhope

Go follow my dear friend @ofhope ! She’s such a beacon of positivity in the RPC, and I’m perpetually in awe of the way she’s able to flesh out her characters beyond their ‘givens’ / canons. She’s a great conversationalist, incredibly kind, and so very creative.

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 / 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 / @ofhope

Kisses trail hotly along the column of his throat, coming to an end at his collar. Lipstick smears along his skin, a signature, as Ashley noses along his collarbone, tipping upwards 'till she reaches his earlobe. "Please don't tell me I still have to wear these," her breaths fan his skin, a pout evident even without a look. "Like, seriously, I don't know if wearing weights here will be beneficial for either of us."

Sometimes he felt like she would do this just to soften him up so she might be able to ditch a couple of moments of her endurance training. Just service him with some kisses here and there and bam she’d be free of those anklets and wrist weights. However, Yusuke will remain strong in the face of her rather amazing kisses. Granted it was…extremely tough not to give into her right now in this moment, the way every kiss touches his skin, fanning the flames of his passion further and further.

@ofhope!

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Olivia (@ofhope) is truly a joy to interact with! I love all the details she puts into her muses and writing!!!

"Sooo."

So? What, precisely, do you discuss in this situation? Ashley has a conversation in the chamber, but only the one. Once ensuring that Leon was out of earshot, Ashley directs too cheeky a grin towards him.

"Eyes for 'Mister Kennedy?'"

It's said in a whisper, just in case Leon has a secret nosy attribute to him.

"Not judging," Ashley clarifies, hands held up in defense. "Just... recognized that look, even if - even if I don't really know you, I know that look. So. Are you into our 'Prince Charming?'"

It's forward, unguarded. Probably too much for the situation, but frankly -- she'd rather discuss anything other than the parasite writhing about in their chests.

"I won't tell."

Dios mio.

Nothing like a young lady to sniff out any and all secrets and things going on around her.

Luis’ thoughts had been so far away from this topic, trying to figure out their next steps. How to get the Plaga out of them - whether they would actually even make it to his laboratory. Maybe he needed to interfere sooner…

That came out of nowhere. Ashley might as well have hit him over the head with a shovel.

The usually confident and steadfast spaniard’s grey eyes widened a little and he stuttered in his steps.

“I- I just-“

Joder.

Was he that easy to figure out? What the hell?

“I have not-! I-“

Wow, was he really stuttering in his words, too? That was so unlike him. He felt like he was taken back to his own university-days. Back then the señoritas somehow had always had that sixth sense. But to have to flung into his face so bluntly…

Luis scoffed a little, shaking his head as he walked on. Lucky, he had a nice tan skintone and it wasn’t as easy to see him blush.

“Who isn’t, señorita Graham? Have you seen his guns?”, Luis found his wit again, throwing her a sideglance, “I Also saw how you watched him on the shooting range.”

“Can’t really blame us, eh? Not if the president equipped his agent with such ballistics, huh?”

"In any capacity." It's a lie, one that shows in her half-lived grimace that she has to make an effort to brush away, but-- "You're different, but not like - not like the movie 'different.' You're better than that. You're something... something Rex, something unidentifiable."

It's flattering. It's moving. But it's when Ashley gets to calling him unidentifiable that Rex couldn't help but look a little troubled. Sure, maybe he was guarded to some extent. But he did try to open up. Share things.

"... If I told you more. Some of it already publicly available, just from my point-of-view. Would you still like me so much, so fast?"

He'd been somebody else's momentary thrill. Their morbid fascination. It felt terribly unfair to think such things of Ashley, but Rex had his own wounded psyche too. He didn't want to be some unknowable, incomprehensible thing forever. That's what people thought was the stuff of cosmic horror.

"I know I'm weird. But I don't wanna be a big [REDACTED] line."

And for the first time he instinctively turned aside from Ashley Graham. Unable to completely turn his back on her. But he needs to get away for a moment. Much as Rex wants to make the most of every second they can get together, with their lives and schedules being what they are.

Saying it felt forbidden, sucking the air out of his chest once it uttered from his lips.

It was difficult for Mine to articulate his desires without feeling guilty afterwards, ultimately keeping quiet unless the two of them were lying in bed together. Mine never thought he deserved such gentle attention from anyone let alone Daigo; after living so long constantly on the edge of death or violence, even something like a gentle smile from the man was enough to get his heart racing.

He can feel Daigo's gaze on his tie and his body tightens up, fingers digging into his coat and gaze moving to look behind him. He must've said something wrong, voicing his urge to kiss him only wound up making things awkward, didn't it? They were still fairly new in their relationship so maybe Daigo wasn't comfortable doing such a thing; Mine begins cursing himself out until the other man speaks up.

"F-Forgive me... I didn't want to catch you off guard with a kiss, Daigo-san." Daigo's fingers on his suit fills his body with warmth, heart skipping a beat as he's now forced to look his lover in the eyes. A gentle gaze to accompany Daigo's beauty, soft black hair and facial hair compliment his face perfectly. A flush spread across his cheeks, and he wants nothing more than to stay this way.

Unfortunately, they needed to lock the door.

Mine practically trips over himself moving toward the door, following alongside Daigo and locking the door for his chairman. A gentle click and he was looking back toward Daigo, hand shakily moving up toward Daigo's face and cupping his cheek. The facial hair gently brushed against his hand, finger moving to rub against his lower lip.

Slowly does he move in, mouth only mere inches away from the other man's.

hc + word + sending Olivia to jail

Espresso to start his day, moka pot if he's travelling. He doesn't always sleep as long as he should or have good quality sleep so he isn't a morning person, a strong morning coffee becomes a habit of comfort.

Leon prefers fresh foods, a lot of his diet can be summed up as fresh and simple ingredients. In general his snack foods is him grabbing something from his fruit bowl, he keeps one at the centre of his dining table and stocks it with whatever is in season, though there are always bananas which he uses regularly for post-workout smoothies. His guilty pleasure with snacks is having something with bite, like pairing a sharp cheese with slices of cucumber. When he's cooking he makes a surprising amount from scratch because he can afford to do so and it is worth the extra effort (he would never eat bottled sauces). If he is expecting guests or if he has regular visitors he will make an additional effort to bake foods like biscotti to share over warm drinks.