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Post by Freya Isis Fawley on Nov 4, 2019 19:09:38 GMT
 And you're wrapped in light and life, and love Dorian made a swift exit that even Freya, sober as a brick, didn't see coming, and she gave him a little wave, fingers wiggling as she glanced down longingly at his abandoned coffee mug. This was going to be a very long nine months. Geralina was the only other sober person in the room, and she was preoccupied with Jasper and a glass of lemonade. Frey half wished she'd stayed at home with Gabe, snuggling on the couch and eating cake or some other baked goods. Her ears pricked up at the mention of kebabs, and she glanced towards the bar, trying to see if there was a menu up there anywhere. Did they even serve food here? She'd never actually wanted to eat while she was still in a club. That part usually came after she left, when the fresh air hit her and she finally realised just how drunk she was. Not tonight. Tonight she would murder a kebab, in all honesty, and she stood up, stretching her long legs out to try and get rid of the ache she'd accumulated by sitting for so long. She reached out a hand to Dorcas. "Let's go and find out. My treat." She glanced at Rodolphus. "Want anything, Skull Man?"_______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes and Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange words: 243 notes: <3 outfit: Yo ho ho and a bottle of... water.[googlefont="Euphoria Script"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Single // Widow (probably didn't kill her husband)
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Post by Tersha Alara Knight on Nov 4, 2019 19:14:10 GMT
  She burns like the sun and I can't look away "Greg! GREG!" Greg was too busy kissing her neck an groping her arse to respond. "Gary?" she tried. Nope. Still no response. His tongue was getting wetter and wetter, and it was starting to feel like he was actually just slobbering on her neck like a Bernese Mountain dog. Tersha was getting fed up. "Look, George," she reached her hands up and gave him a firm shove backwards. He unstuck himself from her neck with a sickening sucking sound. Eww. "It's been nice, but I'm done." George looked confused. "You're done?" "I'm done." She nodded. George moved in again, trying to grab her arse for another go, and she swung her enchanted tail round and swatted his hand away, pushing against his chest. "I said I'm done." Maybe it was the tone of her voice, or the menacing flash of her hazy drunken eyes, but Geoff backed off, lip curled in annoyance. "Whatever, bitch," he shouted as he disappeared into the crowd. Tersha flipped her hair over her shoulder, pushed Geoff and his slobbery lips out of her mind, and turned to find her friends. Where the hell were they all? She rubbed Greg's slobber off of her neck, crinkling her nose as she wiped her hands off on her catsuit. She could see Dorcas sitting over by their table with Freya and Rodolphus, but she had no idea where everyone else had disappeared to. She wondered if Dorcas had managed to forget about her little 'inviting Roddy to the party' slip up. If she'd had enough drinks, she definitely wouldn't remember her grudge by now. She looked quite happy as Tersha approached the trio, and was being pulled up by Freya. Tersha did not want a kebab. She did want another drink and someone else to dance with. "Roddy's gonna pass because he's dancing with me," she said, looping one arm around Rodolphus' neck with a bright smile. "Aren't you, Hot Rod?" He was, whether he liked it or not. Dorcas didn't need him right then, she could have him back after food, and Tersha could bump and grind with the hottest commodity in the building. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange and everyone! words: 390 outfit: As pictured above. notes: She's awful. <3 [googlefont="Homemade Apple"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Geralina Amara Drake on Nov 4, 2019 19:16:40 GMT
 A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now As she watched with concern, Dorian stood up and patted Rodolphus on the shoulder, then made his way over to where she stood with Jasper. He was leaving. She felt bad that he wanted to leave already, but she knew this wasn't his scene. It wasn't exactly her most favourite thing to do, either, though she did love the dancing. She could dance all night if she had someone to do it with. She bade Dorian a quick farewell, and turned back to Jasper who had nearly downed his entire drink in one go. His question made her eyes go wide, and she gaped for a minute. Was something going on between herself and Dorian? Of course not! Not that she hadn't daydreamed about it when she was a teen, she had. A lot. But it wasn't something she expected to happen in her adult life, ever. He had been in love with her best friend. He was a wonderful man; handsome, clever, successful, warm, reliable. If he hadn't slowly been becoming one of her best friends she might have kept a firm grip on the "Hot Humbert" complex she'd had since childhood, but now, now he was somewhat of a lifeline for her. She wasn't using him to feel connected to Paris, not at all, but it was nice to have that link there. Comforting. That was what Dorian was to her. Comforting. A safe place. A really gorgeous safe place. Shaking herself out of her unexpected thoughts, she shook her head at Jasper. "What? No, don't be daft," she said, trying to laugh it off, though she couldn't help but feel a bit awkward about it. She sipped her lemonade, then sipped again, and again until it was nearly gone. "Why, are you interested in him?" she asked in an attempt at hiding her discomfort behind humour. She was joking, but you never knew, there was always a possibility that she might have hit the nail on the head. She'd never thought Jasper the type to fancy guys, but maybe he did. Dorian was very fanciable. So was Jasper. And now she was imagining them kissing, and it wasn't at all horrible, though she gulped the last of her lemonade down and ditched the glass on a nearby table. "Dance with me." She slipped her hand into Jasper's and tugged him back onto the dance floor. She needed to forget her current train of thought, and the only way to do that was to tune out and just dance. _______________________ tag: Jasper Ignatius Flint words: 448 notes: <3 outfit: Zombie Woman[googlefont="Lovers Quarrel"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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