Anne Marie Warren

If moving house has taught me anything - it’s that moving is awful and no one should ever subject themselves to it willingly. With that in mind, I’ve been especially lax with my drafts recently because - I AM MOVING BLOGS!! And have been setting that up instead.

Y’all can catch me over here on my brand new multi-muse. It’s got all my muses from here and various other fandoms. I am gonna probably take a break until the weekend and then start following people and looking at which threads will get moved over and what will be dropped. HOPEFULLY, I’ll get the bulk of this sorted before I go on holiday on the 9th so I can spend my holiday writing up replies. If we have a thread and I do not get to you by the end of this month, please come to poke me. 

If you want to preemptively get up on my new blog, please do. 

Interesting. That was one way to describe it. Was that ungrateful? It felt it. She should be overwhelmed with gratitude. After all, this was an honour beyond all... Wasn’t it? But instead it was... Terrifying.   Could she tell him that, though? Surely lying about it would be worse. Her brother...  She’d always wanted siblings and now, she had a whole host of them. A heavenly host.

Lucifer grinned as she admitted that his eyes were attractive, it was nice to get a compliment even if it did feel like he’d kind of forced that one out of her. He still appreciated it though. Noticing the breathiness of her voice he grinned slightly and moved a little closer.

“Oh.. I would love you to take.. good care of me.” He told her with a smirk his head tilting as he looked deep into her eyes.

He had ordered the same thing he was having for her, bò tái (sliced rare steak), and then told them to deliver it to the table, because there was no way he was bringing it to her like some kind of manservant. When he sat down across from her he seemed calm enough, as if the events of the evening had completely slipped from his mind, and he even flashed her a small grin, teeth slightly visible. For a moment, he thought about leaning over and biting her shoulder for some unknown reason. What few knew was that to further hide dental records, his teeth were filed along the bottom edge, which made them appear more square in shape and a little flat. They were, in fact, rather sharp, as several Arkham doctors had come to discover. He refrained from moving any closer; despite appearances, he was still agitated with her.

The waiter – or sorry excuse for a waiter, as Joker thought – placed the two bowls on the table and ran off without so much as a single word. He separated the chopsticks and started to eat, slurping obnoxiously before sneaking a glance at Anne’s face.

Anne returned his smile with one of her own - a conditioned response - hers small and tight - as she waited for him to break the silence. He seemed calm enough, but she still felt very much on edge. There would be a punishment for this, she was sure. What, she couldn’t tell... Was he going to kill her here? Choke her? Attack her with chopsticks? Poison her food? Or was the waiting part of her punishment? If so, it was working. The silence didn’t help, and she dropped her gaze, stealing occasional glances at him, checking to see if he’d decided to attack (as if she might have a chance to escape should she recognise the signs). 

Their food arrived, however, without incident. She waited until he began to pick up her own chopsticks and start on her own food. If she was struggling to use chopsticks - or just picking at her own food because she wasn’t hungry after... well, after what had happened was not exactly clear - and her lowered gaze was not exactly a clue - was she watching how his hands worked? Trying to mimic him? Or was it due to the fact she rarely looked at his face for more than a few seconds at a time?

It was true, teenagers hadn’t the slightest inkling as to what love was. Their emotions were too wild, fueled by their wild and overactive hormones. Love was just a stone’s throw away when you were sixteen in the backseat of a car, behind the bleachers after school, maybe even in the cluttered and stuffy bedroom of a girl who trusted too much. “Love” was nothing more than physical attraction, and the excitement, the thrill, dulled quickly after the initial journey.

He could’ve told her that. He did believe that love was one of the most horrid, blinding, and false emotions that existed. Did he feel it? No, surely not. The question was laughable… Almost. He knew there was a time in his life when he might’ve said yes, that there could’ve been a name attached to that answer. So, so long ago. But it was all indistinguishable from the present, a jumbled mess of flashbulb images, as scratchy and incomprehensible as a home movie on an old 8mm reel.

“Not really,” Joker replied, pushing away the memories with a strong mental shove. “It’s — a miracle — that I can tolerate anyone. Love is out of the question. But uh, I’m sure you guessed that.“

“Yeah, I kinda figured.” She agreed - and then, regretted it instantly, shooting him a glance. True that she’d merely agreed with him - but he was, at best, unstable and she did not place it outside the realms of possibility that he might suddenly fabricate offence at her words, create a reason to lose his temper with her. Had she implied somehow that he was unlovable? Hinted that she pitied him? That he was somehow deficient as a person and that had wounded him? None were true, none were her intention - but he had a way of turning everything dark and twisty.  

Before he got a chance (hopefully) she continued. 

BASICS:

NAME: Christina (or Bun / Bunny) PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: Pansexual? I think? TAKEN OR SINGLE: Married.

THREE FACTS:

1. I have too many blogs ‘n’ let me tell u friends it is a wild ride tryin’ 2 keep on top of things. 2. I use humour to deflect things that make me feel uncomfortable. Fake laugh. Hiding real pain. 3. I am really bad at these lists… Goin’ on holiday to France next week.

2. EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Lots of years. We are talking on and off in probably the region of at least 15-16+ (I don’t remember when I actually started, but I know I RPed on Neopets and my account there is from 2001. And I think that’s where I started?)

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Tumblr, Neopets, chat groups (I did some shady shit in the limp bizkit (oh yes) online chat website when I was too young to be doing it, that could, probably be classes as roleplaying :/), places like proboards (and whatever else the rest of them were called), skype, gaia online. Eventually did some stuff on AIM. Ptobably did it over MSN. Skype. BEST EXPERIENCE: Tumblr

3. MUSE PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE:  Ehhhhh? I play both but I probably have more female muses - plus I can more realistically portray certain things about girls than I can about boys I guess. MULTI OR SINGLE: I’ve got lots of single muse blogs (this one included) and one multi. I think I prefer single over multi.

4. WRITING PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I am pretty good at smut - and I live for angst. Fluff is usually an excuse to turn to angst but. PLOTS OR MEMES: Plot? Probably? Like memes are great for getting stuff going but at some point I think you’ve gotta sit down and get on the same page? I used to be a bit too much into plotting (everything would be entirely scripted) and that’s not totally worn off but I do try and leave things at a basic idea and just go… LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: uhg. I can’t choose. Short ones I can blast out faster, they can progress more quickly but they are (usually) the less… Consequential? So they can often go very stale. Longer replies are so much slower which can drag the story down - but they do allow me to explore things more fully and are usually the ones with the most feels that make me squeal with glee when my partner replies… BEST TIME TO WRITE: Never. I’m so bad. IDK. I have to really get into it and just force my attention onto stuff. Possibly mornings?   ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Not really, no.