COLE (FUCKIN') CASSIDY

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𝗵𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 '𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴.

(the touch is-- ㅤㅤwarmer than he expects. ㅤㅤaway from the doctor's touches, maybe humanity is left still. its not conscious, how he leans into her, half touch-starved.) ”folllowin'your lead, madame,„ (french still, clumsy on his mouth.)

¤ L a c r o i x@veuvebleue.bsky.social · last wk.

".. I know he isn't coming." She bad some to a little bit. Its approval to be a flirt if he wished to be. Her memories come and go. But thankfully she remembers they intend to go out to a dinner and dance. Her hand strokes his cheek gently. "Would you like to go soon?"

”c'mon, ㅤㅤgive a man a break.„ (he smirked- ㅤㅤthat casual, lopsided look. ㅤㅤas she steppedbout to change, he seated himself. a plush chair and a fine upscale room. he wondered if that lingering smell was her perfume. old habits died hard, though: he assessed immediate escapes.)

¤ L a c r o i x@veuvebleue.bsky.social · 2w ago

She paused to look at him. A chuckle. "Monsieur~ don't tell me your eyes are wandering now, tsk tsk." He flirts right back to him. Into her room to change into more appropriate attire. She hummed to herself as she does. Making herself a little extra pretty.

(somewhere-- ㅤㅤoutside, on a bench, ㅤㅤin some town, by a streetlamp, ㅤㅤhe delighted in the freedom of tuning up that old guitar, ㅤㅤand almost pretending nobody was watching. ... BUT someone probably was, right?)

(he stuck out but, hey-- at least he was dressed half-decent. he wasnt a sport coat kind of fella. he'd seen bigger, grander; usually undercover and on mission, though. rarely as a guest. once released into her suite, he gave a low whistle.) ”nice view.„ (half the window, half her. flirt.)

¤ L a c r o i x@veuvebleue.bsky.social · 3w ago

She takes his arm by wrapping her own around it. Pulling him inside that way. He certainly stuck out but she really didnt care. Her key card was needed to access the elevator. She pressed her floor. Eventually getting to her suite she let him go. It was basically a luxurious apartment.

(that pause was long. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤreal long. he shifted his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other and said with the finesse and grace of a penned bangtail:) ”it's a /sex/ thing.„ (goddamnit, cowboy.)

𝐃𝐑. 𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐊𝐔𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑.@symphonicmuse.bsky.social · 3w ago

+ who floated around him with the big smile. It seemed like this flying document was too far from the hidden context.