#the wick

For now, that's all I'll say. If I'm being honest, I'm posting this earlier than I'd like for personal security. I'm not ready to start sharing the story, not when my main cast doesn't even have proper names! Nevertheless, that doesn't mean I'm not open to questions, so if you're interested, please, go ahead and ask! I'd love to share some details about my little guys!

Kit: Ya, but as friends or-

Blegvad illustrates Burroughs

“Come on, Gale. You don’t really wanna be this little cunt’s lapdog,” the man laughed. The others chuckled. “Just take the shit already and let me take care of her.”Maybe Silas though he would argue the point. He barely even hesitated to pull his sidearm. The gun rose to point right at the center of her forehead.“Naw, boys. If she’s going down, it’s because I put her down,” Liam rumbled.The laughter rose behind him.  “Now that’s the Gale I know,” the other man said. He holstered his piece to clap Liam on the shoulder. “Go on and show her what girls like her are good for.”The Captain’s bright blue eyes flared. With his free hand he pulled his other gun, and pushed the handle toward Silas. He turned as he passed the weapon off to her, to bring the whip of his other pistol away from her head to crack sharply across the man’s face.A swell of surprise came from the others. A report of his pistol followed. One of the other three men flung back as the bullet tore through him. Liam lowered to make space for Silas to take care of the other two.

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me. EDITED - italics for situational answers.

Day 3: I choose HEATED KISS!_____________________________It was nights like this he wasn’t sure why he bothered trying to talk to her. The months had passed with the two of them doing this little dance that neither of them seemed to know the steps to. She didn’t approve of some of the things he did, and he pretended not to care how she felt. He tried to push past her defenses, and she clammed up even tighter.Eventually one of them would budge again, the other would crack a smile, and they’d flow tentatively back into whatever weird kind of friendship it was that they shared.But tonight was different. Nothing was getting through to her. He felt a familiar pang of worry, one that he’s only felt twice in his life – she was going to leave. For real. She was going to pack up her part of the deal, take her ship and her crew, and leave.She was going to leave him. He tried to get her to listen, he kept talking. She talked back. His voice grew; so did hers. He talked over her. She yelled at him. He yelled back. He bared down on her. She warned him not to get any closer.But he did. He got too close.And then her hand, out of nowhere, cracked open palmed against his face. The sting of it stole his breath. He hovered there, slack-jawed. Her hand print flared on his cheek. He gasped as he stared down at her.And then his hand, out of nowhere, caught on the back of her neck and pulled her up and toward him even as he was baring down on her again. His lips met her lips. Her back met the wall.