*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 22, 2019 10:24:28 GMT -5
( You know, I have been trying to think of a way for her to get into Seth's bed for the past few days now. You've just given me an answer to this. Thank you. I'm so glad we're working on the same page here. I think this will be a lovely little idea. XD)
Somehow, she didn't doubt what Abe said. Although Seth didn't give off an alcoholic vibe, she could definitely see the man being a regular to this kind of scene more often than most. "Ale mostly," she replied, knowing the choice of drink wasn't impressive. There just wasn't much too choose from back home. "Mead once before because my brother tried his hand in making it, but it wasn't that good. I don't know if it was just his failed attempt or I just don't enjoy the taste."
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Mar 22, 2019 10:54:27 GMT -5
Oh, maybe. He can be sitting in bed beside her drawing. ;D And her ditching clothing could be funny, especially Seth's reaction: "Who, whoa, whoa! WHAT are you doing?!" xD Abe dipped his chin in a nod and set to work making her drink. In no time at all - he was very good at his job - he was placing a glass in front of her - much gentler, Seth noted, than he normally did.
As Seth took a drink of his whiskey, he watched Anya over the rim. He wondered if he was expected to start a conversation to take her mind off things, or if he was supposed to wait for her to start talking about her troubles. Cami always wanted silence until she was a little drunk, and then she'd go for the latter. But Anya was decidedly not Camille, so Seth wasn't sure how to proceed. And, truth be told, this sullen Anya was kind of freaking him out. She had always seemed lively and energetic, even if hers was a calmer version of most others. Now, she just... wasn't. If the alcohol didn't cheer her up, he was going to have to find something that would.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 22, 2019 18:23:51 GMT -5
(XD After as many women as he's slept with, the idea of him getting flustered over her loss of clothing is extremely funny. And, of course, he doesn't help because he's tossed aside his shirt too because why not?)
Anya watched Abe make her drink. While she wasn't sure what he added to make it a mixer, the process was a bit fascinating. She could imagine that over the years, the man had perfected each concoction to where he hardly needed to measure anything. It was as if each option was permanently embedded into his mind. She wondered if she would ever accomplish that with her own training: becoming so good and so used to things where she would no longer have to think about it. Part of her doubted it, but it was nice to think so.
"Thank you," she said as her drink was placed in front of her. Reaching with one hand, she grabbed the glass and took an experimental sip. Whiskey, she found out, was much stronger than ale with a more potent kick. Even toned down with the other ingredients, there was still a burn that followed the liquid down her throat. She used her fear hand to cover her mouth as she coughed. "It's got a kick," she muttered.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Mar 22, 2019 22:45:53 GMT -5
( Okay, now I'm excited to start these short stories. Looks like I won't be getting much sleep tonight. xD )
Seth turned his sour look from Abe to Anya, though inside he was glad to see her mood improve. "Tip wasn't the issue. The problem was - is, I guess, since it would probably still happen if I got drunk enough - I turn into an asshole, to put it plainly. More than I normally am," he added, forestalling any comment from her on his assholery. "Abe took the brunt of a lot of my asshole ways. I even tried to full on fight him once. That wasn't one of my finest moments."
"You got that right," Abe commented as he walked past them, moving from one end of the bar to the other. Seth rolled his eyes at him.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Mar 22, 2019 23:06:55 GMT -5
( Okay! :D )
Seth opened his mouth to respond, realized she was right, and shut it again. He took a healthy swallow of his drink. "Fair enough," he said. "But I have had several 'fine' moments in my life. I've just failed at telling you about them, apparently." He tapped his fingers in rapid succession - biggest to smallest, again and again - on the bartop. "Which is odd. I don't usually publicize my failings, certainly not -"
"Certainly not with women," Abe finished for him, wandering by once more. This time, there was a hint of a smile on his lips.
Seth huffed. "Such a critic, that guy," he muttered, irritated and amused in equal measure.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Mar 23, 2019 19:21:21 GMT -5
(I want to have maybe as a little side quest from the main story, if we can work it in, that is, to have her go back home to visit. Seth tags along because he doesn't want her to go alone, and he's curious to see where she's from even if he won't admit it. Maybe it could be after the two have grown closer, teetering on the edge of more than friends, but neither of them want to say anything about it for fear it'll mess something up. Because you know all of her family will be asking if they're a couple. xD )
The pause was noted and kind of expected. Had he said either of the words he wanted to say, Anya would have agreed with him. She wasn't so ignorant as to not see how protected she was. If something upset her, they would try to make it right. If she wanted something, they did their best to get it for her if it was reasonable. Not in a way that would spoil her. More like, if there was somewhere she wanted to go or something to do, they would help her in doing so. They made time for her. Thinking about it, maybe her brothers had spoiled her. They had her best interest in mind, even if that was the case, especially in the protection part. Many things she wasn't allowed to do because they had deemed it too dangerous or that she wasn't capable physically for a task. Then when she came of age, they were just a notch below unbearable. Most boys only had to go through a girl's father for approval, but for her, any future husband would have her father and five brothers to go through. It was safe to say she wouldn't be getting stuck with a man who would mistreat her. Of course, that had bee before she was a Rider, before she had to move away from home. If they knew she was spending time with a man like Seth, they would be furious. The thought made her smile, which she didn't even bother hiding.
"Tolerant is a good way to put it," Anya responded, laughing and taking a swallow of her drink. "You actually remind me of how my eldest brother acted in his teenage years. All macho bravado and thinking nothing can get in your way. He was the oldest, which meant more responsibilities and more expectations, so he thought the world owed him something for all the work he put into it."
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Post by Drizzletail on Mar 23, 2019 19:54:56 GMT -5
(That sounds good to me. Maybe she's got something in her own family tree that might have ties to the supernatural as well, which would explain why she would feel such trust and comfort from him as well. Something to think about for her as the plot progresses.)
Dallas held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. Lowering his head, he made his way towards the back of the house where Stitch had converted into a mini-hospital ward.
"Ten, including Dallas and I," Matthias informed her, waiting until she was inside the house before closing the door. "I know, it's a crowd. No privacy whatsoever, but we tolerate it. Are you hungry? Thirsty?" With that question, he led the way into the kitchen. "And you don't have to worry about your dog. Let him loose. He won't hurt anything in here that hasn't already been broken."
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"Hmmm," Charles murmured as he inspected the scenery around him. It was all beautiful, and it made choosing difficult. How was he supposed to paint anything that resembled real life? His eyes moved back to Amelia, and his lips twitched up into a smile. "How about the lovely vision beside me?" he asked, giving her one of those all too sincere flirty comments. He shouldn't be doing this, not when he was about to possibly break her heart. (Yeah! That sounds great!) "You are correct," Alexa answered, "that is a lot of people." How could ten boys live in this small of a house without killing each other? There's not enough space! "And I'm alright. I believe I ate two or three hours ago, but I will take a glass of water, thank you. And if you're sure about Rocky, okay." Slowly she let Rocky off his leash and he instantly started sniffing everything and exploring everywhere. --- Amelia couldn't help but blush and replied a bit sassy, "what, me? Wouldn't you want to paint something else better? Like the tree you seemed to have me mixed up with." This was just a way to hide how she was really feeling about his comment. He kept saying things like that and she knew she would soon be a goner if he kept it up, she could barely suppress what she felt for him now. What would happen when she would actually accept the way she felt?
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