#wintermae

I don’t think there are any that make me go “BBY, MUST PROTECC!” with Len. Not ... that I could tell off the top of my head, anyway. Maybe if I were to explore more of his youth, when Lewis was still around, but adult Len, I don’t really feel all that protective over. He can handle himself.

@mutuals send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u!

omg when i say you’ve been here since the beginning

we’ve followed each other for easily almost a decade and your muse has evolved so much in that time! you’re a gifted writer and mae has found quite a soft spot in loki

i love that my memes even register on your dash. i love that you sent this. i love that we’re mutuals!! just lots of love ok

“Ladies. Since you seem to know a bit more about what’s up than most everyone else in here, I’m gonna give you a word of advice. That isn’t just one ghoul, in case you missed the obvious. It’s a pack. And it’s not even the whole pack. You go after them now, you’re gonna bite off way more than you can chew, and believe me when I say the results are not going to be pretty.”

@wintermae​ said:

💋 (For Ev.)

It’s Sinday! Send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!

Evelyn had been making a beeline for the shower when Thornebridge’s doorbell chimed at half past seven. It was perhaps a stroke of unusual luck that she was even home to answer it, after the day she’d had. Her clothes were rumpled, smoke-stained, and a little singed, her face smudged with soot, and her hair probably looked like a bird’s nest.

All of which led to an overwhelming surge of self-consciousness when she opened the door and saw Mae standing there, all put together and elegant and ready for a night out, beautiful as ever with her shining dark hair, twinkling eyes, and bright smile.

A second later, she was kicking herself.

“We... we had a date. Oh, God. I am so sorry.” The good thing about soot smudges on one’s face was that it might be hiding the embarrassed flush she felt warming her cheeks. “I was... there was... well. You know my life.”

Evelyn’s face was plastered with a sheepish grin as she tried to ask for a few minutes so she could shower and change, when, chuckling softly, Mae stepped forward, took Evelyn’s smudged face in her hands, and planted a kiss on her lips.

Embarrassment turned to... something else. Evelyn leaned ever so slightly into the kiss, her hands reaching out to find Mae’s shoulders, to slide down her arms, to gently grasp her hands.

When it was over, Evelyn tilted her head back a little bit to look up at Mae. “Well. Okay, so this is awkward, but not entirely unpleasant. Give me fifteen minutes or so?” She touched the tip of her tongue to her top lip as she grinned. “I’ll make it up to you later. Promise.”

Caaaaare, you are (AS ALWAYS) an absolute gem and a pleasure to have known. I am very, very fortunate to have met you and to have continued to know for so long. I... have zero braincells right now, so I’m kind of at a loss for words (weed is legal in colorado, and I sure do live in colorado). 

That said, though... gosh, I dunno, you’re just as funny and lovely and talented, if not more! I have admired your charm and writing skill and compassion for others for... well, an endless amount of time. You are one of the most positive people I have ever met. Even situations that seem terrible end up having some sort of silver lining with you. You’re so... empathetic. You understand people in a way that I sometimes envy!