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notahunteranymxre:

Name: Summer Rainault
Age: 34
Do you like to cuddle?: Very much so
Can we make-out?: I guess if you want to
A night in or dinner out?: a night in
Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: both. both. both is good.
What makes you a good Valentine?: I’m very loving and open-hearted, I’m happy to listen to you for hours, and I’m cool with just about anything you want to do
Would you cook for me?: Of course, though I’m not a great cook
Would you let me cook for you?: only if I get to watch, because I do love to watch competent people working

[fuck it what’s the worst that can happen? whatev’]

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“Sure, why not?”

“Did you have actual plans, or were you just going to wing it? I ask so I’ll know what to wear,” she teased.

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pxraclox:

@iamthefirechild

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Echo and Bear thought it was time for Ace to ‘get back out there’ after months of ‘moping around his apartment’. He’d like to add, that:

  • He was never ‘in there,’ at least, not exclusively.
  • He doesn’t mope. Not for anyone, or anything, and especially not over what he’s learned to regard as a prolonged one-night stand.

So, here he is, lingering by the snack table, clad in a silver masquerade mask with a black suit to match. Their gazes meet once, twice, three times over a punchbowl, and he’s not nearly as annoyed as he should be.

“S’impolite to stare, y’know.”

She’s not even sure how she got invited to this party, except being plus-one to someone who doesn’t date has unexpected benefits sometimes. It’s nice enough, though she doesn’t know anyone except the friend she came with, and her loose hair keeps catching on the butterfly filigree mask she’s wearing. She’d decided to wear her favourite green corset with a black handkerchief skirt and tell anyone who asked that she was Madame Butterfly.

So far no one had asked.

Her gaze keeps catching on the tall, elegant lad, hovering like herself near the snacks, until he finally speaks.

“I thought staring was the point of wearing masks? Anyway you’re worth staring at,” she replies boldly. There is something liberating, after all, about being unidentifiable.

*gives Gwaine a slightly-drunken, merry kiss on the lips*

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drunkknightofcamelot:

iamthefirechild:

drunkknightofcamelot:

iamthefirechild:

drunkknightofcamelot:

-Wraps an arm around her waist, dips her, and gives her a longer kiss.-

Well that’s lovely. Could I get another one of those, maybe?

Of course, m’lady. -Bows before reaching out to cup her cheek, bringing their faces closer together. Smiling he lowered his lips to hers, tilting his head to slant their lips in the perfect way, giving her a tender kiss.- Happy?

-playfully scolding- You’ve no business being that good at that, Gwaine. -taps her fingers against his cheek-

-He chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender.- Of course. I shall resist, m’lady.

-shakes her finger at him- That is not what I said. But you should be very careful with such power. -leans in close to his ear- Very careful indeed. Not every lady can handle it.

*gives Gwaine a slightly-drunken, merry kiss on the lips*

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drunkknightofcamelot:

iamthefirechild:

drunkknightofcamelot:

iamthefirechild:

drunkknightofcamelot:

-Wraps an arm around her waist, dips her, and gives her a longer kiss.-

-squeaks happily- Hel-lo, Gwaine. What was that for?

-Grins.- I am in a very happy mood.

Well that’s lovely. Could I get another one of those, maybe?

Of course, m’lady. -Bows before reaching out to cup her cheek, bringing their faces closer together. Smiling he lowered his lips to hers, tilting his head to slant their lips in the perfect way, giving her a tender kiss.- Happy?

-playfully scolding- You’ve no business being that good at that, Gwaine. -taps her fingers against his cheek-

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

A tiny, tiny giggle escaped her at Isaac’s whine and wiggle, and then she paused, frowning in surprise and amazement. Lifting a hand to her throat, she tried to say something, but nothing came out.

Isaac wiggled until her hands lifted, and Derek’s head came up off the pillow as she giggled. His eyes went wide a bit as he grinned at her. 

She tried again, brows drawing down, as her fingers tapped at her throat. When nothing came out again, she slumped into the pillow, heedless of the fact that she was still half draped over Isaac. After a moment she flopped over into Derek’s chest, staring up with a woebegone expression.

Auction [just for stupid]

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ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave

Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

Spring waited until he’d fallen to silence again before speaking. “Some that we bring here respond better to simple kindness than others. When we find one who doesn’t, Summer takes it as a personal … insult. She wishes you not to hurt.” Perching on the edge of the table, the blonde simply watched him.

“What do you want to know?”

“I haven’t insulted anyone. Well, not until just.. a minute ago… and that wasn’t an insult. That’s frustration. You know what I mean.” 

He was disgruntled now, worked up and frustrated by everything, by how he couldn’t just function. He was waiting to be blindfolded and chained, electrocuted over and over, though it hadn’t come yet. If kindness didn’t work, what would be next. 

“What was she talking about, about how I’d respond to… something?”

“You’re free.”

Spring didn’t adorn it, or soften it, merely laying the statement out baldly. “All that’s left is giving you the papers. Summer went to fetch them.” She swung her legs a bit, still watching him closely.

“We hoped you might want to stay.” It’s an odd quirk of speech they all have, saying ‘we’ where most people would use singular pronouns. “Your name has power, among the preternatural.”