#revicarus

❛ at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairytale and the other in the abyss. ❜

@revicarus​ sent: " are you sure you want to do this? " || NSFW Memes

     Dark brow quirks up at his inquiry, a moment passing before a minuscule smile rises on her features. She’ll give him points for confirming beforehand at least; sure, a few drinks are still nesting within her system for a calm night without any worry of a hunt for once, but she’ll admit to know what she wants when she wants it.

“You work at a cafe, ye? Would you know if four shots of espresso would be enough to keep me awake through an entire night? Need to know for science.”

@revicarus​ sent: [ CARESSED ]  for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

She’s grown more & more comfortable wearing less around him, take too revealing more of her scars than the usual flannel. Some with a mundane tale behind them, others more of her work kind - like the one he approaches from behind to place a gentle kiss on. The largest on her back, where some of it peers around to the front of her shoulder.

"It's nowhere near as pretty as you, Ro, but I gave it my best shot to make it Worthy of you. Happy Birthday, Ro."

A GRIN SPREADS IN AN INSTANT AT THE GIFT. Rowena takes the glass piece gingerly from him , as though it was fragile enough to break at just a touch. The jewel tones reflecting on her face in the sunlight do not compare to the brightness of her smile. She turns and leans up to press a kiss to his cheek.

     “So you’re telling me that those. . .things I’ve been fighting more lately are followers of this. . .Paul person?.” A pause is granted in thought, dark brows furrowing in thought. It would explain why she didn’t have much experience in these beings, having believed them to perhaps be some sort of shapeshifters, or even - 

     “I think murder furries is better than just followers.”

send ‘🌹’ to give roses to my muse for their reaction.

❛  do  you  want  to  come  in  ?  ❜

                              the   question   lingers   in   the   air   between   the   two   of   them      ,      silence   held   for   a   moment   and   she   thinks   that   if   Remy   paid   enough   attention   that   he   would   be   able   to   hear   the   innermost   workings   of   her   subconscious      .      gwen   knows   she's   been   a   little   extra   moody   lately      &      remy   has   been   helping   her   so   much   but   she   knows   she   has   to   turn   it   around      .      she   needs   to   turn   it   around      .      '      yeah      ,      i'd   love   to      .      '      she   smiles   at   him   and   steps   over   the   threshold   of   his   residency   and   once   inside   she   turns   to   look   at   him      .      '      i'm   sorry   i've   not   exactly   been   the   best   person   to   be   around   lately      .      '      words   just   tumble   out   of   her   mouth      ,      worried   that   something   may   slip   that   may   upset   him   or   ruin   whatever   they   have   between   them      .      as   if   opening   up   was   only   going   to   lead   to   some   sort   of   catastrophe      .

                                 '      peters   death      &      then   my   fathers   accident   I      ,         ---         '      she   stutters   slightly      ,      inhaling   deeply   as   if   she   was   willing   herself   to   take   a   beat      &      steady   herself      .      '      everyone   i   care   about   is   getting   hurt   or   dying      .      i   don't   want   that   to   happen   to   you      &      i   worry   that   the   longer   I   am   around   you   the   higher   the   risk   is   and   I   don't   know   how   to   protect   you      .      '