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# brain is a little fried but I’ll try to get to replies across all accounts tonight !
picking up her own shot, head tilting back as she downed it, face twisting in a sour way. “ fuck— you weren’t kidding. “
He sighs, taking his shot nearby and downing it, shaking his body a bit. "Blegh...that tastes awful...."
“ shit… we’re so screwed. fuck beer pong, stupid game. “
"I bet fifty..." He mutters.
closing the door behind him as he gives mozart love, heart aching a bit at the sweet sight. one last smell of the roses, setting them down delicately on the counter. arms wrap around his torso, squeezing softly as he pressed that kiss to her cheek. ️️&&.
“ now we’re going to lose! man, i bet like twenty bucks on us… “
"I clearly over estimated our ability to throw straight!"
“ my! mozart will love them. “ dahlia teased back, eyes falling from his purely to appreciate the bouquet. she didn’t really have a favorite flower, though roses were always finding their way into her apartment after a show… ️️&&.
ㅤ ㅤ D̳o̳c̳t̳o̳r̳ ̳W̳h̳o̳?̳ a wandering exile. ㅤ
a woman with a star on her face surrounded by masks
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// everyone on here making me fall in love with writing rp again in so long. feels nice to be in a less problematic space.
Dwight Schrute's Boss Day Thank You
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setting down her book, quickly checking her phone to make sure she didn’t miss a call from anyone hoping to visit. glancing back at the door, considering leaving it unattended, though that would be inconsiderate to whoever stood outside. ️️&&.
“ you sore from something, or are those old injuries that are bothering you? “ swan lake played still softly in the background, eyes wandering back to him as he covered his face. ️️&&.
❝Me? Of. . of course, I am .❞ Simon clears his throat once more, the redness in his cheeks beginning to slowly fade away, although his gaze still remains on her . ❝Just, y'know. . I'm not perfect. So-- yeah. Bein' a soldier wasn't the easy thing in the world . .❞ +
the couch dips a bit with his weight, causing her to slip a little closer. eyes focused on him, smile faltering slightly as he grunted. she’d noticed the noise earlier, that look of concern returning to her features. “ are you alright, simon? “ ️️&&.
Simon staggers for a moment, making sure he doesn't fall over . He seems just as surprised that he was able to do that . ❝I was half expectin' me landin' on my face there. Would've been very embarrassin' .❞ The butcher lets out a chuckle as he sits back down on the couch +
𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ + ⟳ #BSKYRP #InterviewWiththeVampireRP #IWTVRP #TVLRP #TheVampireLestatRP #MVRP #AHSRP #HorrorRP #OccultRP
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𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲... 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗻. 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁! ☼ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞/𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯). ☼ 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺. ☼ 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘖𝘖𝘊). ☼ 𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺: Tiafrye
it was only now that she was sitting next to him, did she notice that glint in his eyes. it had been there most of night, but she was just starting to understand it. her cheeks ignited with a heat that could be felt if only he would touch her. ️️&&.
Simon obviously watched the entire performance in front of him, a big, stupid smile on his bearded face. He obviously enjoys spending time with her . And he loves seeing her happy. Because it makes him happy . He is almost blissfully unaware that he, himself, keeps causing her to +
catching her breath, a hand glued to her sternum. “ gosh— well, i am! “
“I didn’t know it was that easy to scare you!”
from first position dahlia began her routine, movements careful and calculated, but graceful. with him there, she found herself distracted. every movement was another thing for her eyes to catch, ️️&&.
❝Right, right. Carry on .❞ Simon crosses his arms once more, watching closely, he honestly does look better without the hood accessory, which makes him not look so. . bulky. Is that the right word ? ❝Swan Lake. .? Yeah, I think I do !❞ One of the very few he actually +
“ don’t worry, a little sunshine and i’m sure they’ll perk up… “ wishful thinking, really. she bends at the middle, flipping through records that sat on a small shelf below her player. ️️&&.
❝You sure you don't need help with ANY of this? I'd be glad to. Gives me somethin' to do . .❞ ❝Oh yeah, right. Of course, I can help with. . that .❞ He gives an almost somber look at the plants, before returning his attention to her . Simon practically watches her move the +
“ yeah! a real cute one that resembles an oversized flower, mozart is gonna love it. “ dahlia looks back towards her ‘mess’, taking in a deep breath. it was only a quarter of the way done, but you could imagine it just by looking at the pile. ️️&&.
❝Sounds sweet. . real nice .❞ ❝Cat tree, you say? Hm. Make sure to tell me when that's done, I really want to see that .❞ He gently takes his glass, taking a few sips of the water. He loves that . With his free hand, he runs it through his hair, before putting the glass down +
“ nice, we used to come here for christmas time when i was younger. it was the best. “ her hands folded together, curls falling over her shoulder as she looked around the apartment. teeth momentarily catch her bottom lip, gears in her head turning. ️️&&.
❝Well-- last I was here, I was a young kid. So. . yeah .❞ Simon lets out a chuckle as he enters, noticing all the smaller details . ❝Had me thinkin' this place would be a mess. It looks nice .❞ Such a genuine smile on the Butcher's face, he again takes in his surroundings, +
her hand quickly retracts, presuming she made him uncomfortable by the sudden touch. she wanted desperately to make him comfortable, especially since he was now to be her guest. jiggling the door handle a bit as she twisted the key, ️️&&.
Simon lets out a sigh, nodding. His eyes now drifting back to her . There's still that glint in his brown eyes, the issue is understanding what it means. Not even Simon understands what it means . The soon-to-be convict glances away again once she lays even a finger on him. Not out of +