Sep 8, 2021
Summer morning + pudding hair colour 🍮
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Summer morning + pudding hair colour 🍮
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How utterly illicit it felt to draw breath on this soil; to tread on the back of this behemoth stirred something acidic in his blood, a betrayal of his bygone patrimony. Not that Bell would voice such a notion aloud - a fanciful thought best reserved for one more poetic than he.
He had hit the ground at sunrise, let loose by a fool with a fortune, armed with a volatile disposition inclined to hold a grudge - and so be it.
Who was he to judge? Bell was a capricious weapon to be directed at the will of the highest bidder - and whether he would trade it all to be back in Berlin at that very moment was immaterial. Besides - he had been reimbursed for this little jaunt rather generously.
Knockemstiff, Ohio...
The words had twisted in his throat and caught on his tongue; the gangly youth behind the counter of some fluorescent gas station had snickered without a hint of repentance when he had stopped to inquire. Equilibrium had been restored swiftly enough; with his airway constricted it had been Bell’s turn to claim ignorance to his rasping pleas - yet the retch and thrash of unfiltered terror in the throes of asphyxiation was - as it turned out - universal. Russian. German. American. It made little difference; they all squealed like stuck pigs when they went down.
With a mile or so more between his impromptu execution, a looming beam emerged from the dim and smeared his shadow across the asphalt like inky roadkill. Bell turned, one hand raised to shield from the light, whilst the other - against his better judgement - shot out to hail a ride.
Two, three, steps out of the direct glare, four, five up to the purring body of a beast - they didn’t make engines like these at home - and he leaned down with as affable a smile as he could muster.
“Would you take me wherever you’re going?”
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I didn't cheat are you proud of me
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❛ can you please stop screwing with my mind ! ❜ - From Harry in his moments of despair
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“When I get what I need.” Said the cold high pitch voice back.
From behind the Mirror of Erised Tom Riddle step out.
Black hair, school robes pressed and neatly tucked. His handsome face offset by his red eyes. Of which narrowed back at Harry, “Really?”
He looked down at the imagine the other thought to make of him.
“Perhaps I am going too soft on you, Harry Potter! Where is the door out? I will lock us both in purgatory until you release me!”
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“Unf!” [Closed Rp]
@mischief-rei [Continued from here] Vince lowered him a bit, and frowned as he spoke, and as he apologized, and revealed a weakness. He huffed, and whacked Red gently on the back of the skull. “It’s okay....that’s normal...just considering our timeline types...don’t tell anyone unless you trust them...they’ll use you.” He warned, and set Red down, to wrap him into a hug. At least in his timeline a statement like that was considered weak, but....he felt that way too sometimes, with his brother, and the people he works with, but most of all with the people he’s dated.. “And If you really want to know...” He began, and flushed a bit bit. He always felt weird telling people how he felt about them. “I think you’re adorable...from that blush right here..” He muttered, kissing his cheeks for emphasis. “To how you react to my flirts.” He beamed trying to rile him, or at least get him to think of something else. “And I like how tall you are..” He started, and bent a bit to press a kiss onto his forehead. “Perfect kissing height~” He hummed, and let him go expecting the other to be wanting to kick his ass at this point.