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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 3, 2016 18:29:15 GMT -5
[ They are dorks and dorks need to stick together. Even if that dork is William Gansey ] [ Ah okay. I was about to say, 50k words is a lot to get done in a month cause then you would have to write roughly 2,000 words a day Idk I did some math with a calculator and I've written 2,000 word essays before. It is not fun. But at least you have a goal so you can keep track ]
[ My art is going well, so far I haven't missed a day YET. So far I've just been using prompts I found online. The hardest part though is somehow making my pictures still look interesting as in like texture and characters poses. Cause sometimes I tend to do just a standard pose with a normal smiling expression but I'm working on like poses with more body and expression and also hands. ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 3, 2016 21:20:03 GMT -5
《 I mean, to be fair I'd be totally fine with having a Gansey
That's good c: I am no artist. Whatsoever.
I swear tomorrow I'll actually try to get up a full reply. I'm too invested in swible right now 》
Whatever fears Will had still maintained in kissing her evaporated as Sybil broke into laughter. At the same time, it cropped up a whole new batch of them, although even he recognized they were totally ridiculous. Had his kiss been so bad it was laughable? Had he… somehow done something wrong? That didn't seem all that reasonable. William Gansey had kissed… Well he'd kissed his fair share of girls in his lifetime. He'd even once kissed a boy, for the purposes of a dare - although he'd in turn discovered that wasn't really his thing. Either way, he figured by now he sort of knew… what to do. But he'd never cared so much about what someone might think of him, had never felt this way about kissing someone, like all the other times had only been practice for this , this real thing.
Her giggling was happy, he realized, he thought, he hoped. It sent a thrill through him, seeing her laugh. Will's eyes skimmed over her face, perusing, trying to commit the sight to memory. Gray eyes, cheeks stained in a flush of red and blue-black, and her lips. How he hadn't paid them so much attention before, he wasn't sure. He wanted to make a map of that smile, of the thousand freckles on her cheeks. He would make her laugh every day, he thought, if it meant he could see Sybil Rye smile. He was very tempted to lean down and kiss her again.
He didn't have to, because this time Sybil raised her lips to his. And this time Will was surer, more solid. Patient, still, letting it go slowly. It was his turn to shudder slightly at the brush of her fingers against the back of his neck, tangling in his hair. Not that he was ignoring her other hand, either, which had come to rest on his chest. He wondered if she could feel his pounding heart against her fingertips the way he could. Because oh gods, this was real. He, William Gansey, was kissing Sybil Rye, and she was kissing him. He had kissed her, and then she'd responded by kissing him.
Will was a little breathless when she drew away, cheeks warmly flushed and green eyes bright. And he was grinning like a fool. He laughed a little at her comment, the sound breathy. “Actually,” he replied teasingly. “I seem to remember mentioning several times that you'd enjoy it.” He leaned in briefly, placing a quick kiss on her cheek before she could think about hitting him for that one. The action had him grinning again. He could do that now, any time he'd like - hopefully. They hadn't discussed anything yet, obviously, but… his chances were a whole lot better than five minutes prior.
Will sighed, offering up a regretful expression. “I hate to admit it, but we really ought to get going - if we're going to get the ink out of your uniform. Which we should, because I have seen how much those outrageous things cost.” Gansey said, pulling farther away rather reluctantly. The words he'd spoken held true, however. The last thing he wanted was for that to come out of her paycheck, since it has been his clumsiness that had spilled it in the first place. Although, he thought, sweeping an eye Sybil's frame, perhaps that ink had served a good purpose after all. He nodded to her. “Lead the way, Rye.” They really did need to get to somewhere to wash that ink. But that didn’t rule out a couple stops along the way where there might ensue a repeat performance.
Just some positive thinking on his part.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 3, 2016 23:02:03 GMT -5
[ will is a sly dork ] [ cx We are all artists in some way I got that from a cookie How's the writing thou? Is it like coming together or still a little bumpy? we may have talked about this already but I don't remember x-x ] [ Take your time~ There will be time for Nei and Hetticus Swible is addicting, A+ ship ]
Sybil wasn't gonna lie, she was on cloud 9 or whatever haven people go to when they were happy. She was smiling up at Will with red cheeks and adoring how red he was, bet they were a sight to see. Ink spread all over their faces and red as a tomato from their ears to their necks. Sybil's cheeks looked like someone smeared blue stuff on one side and then painted whiskers like a cat on the other. At his comment she rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to speak, but that sly fox kiss her cheek and sent her into pitiful giggles all over again. Now that they had actually kissed, twice, Sybil found it very hard to create banter at the moment cause of the mess in her head. She was happy, giggly and just...happy. And she could see Will was too, with that dumb grin on his face. Like he was a little boy looking down at a new toy he got for his birthday or whatever, green eyes sparkling and tinted cheeks. She was sure they both looked just as red in the face, and if Sybil didn't find a reason to frown soon she was worried she would end up getting cramps. But the thing was she couldn't stop smiling now. "Don't think you can use that as an escape for everything Gansey" She mumbled, trying to hide the smile on her lips as she gently thumped his chest.
And at the mention of having to leave, she found herself frowning and sighing. She didn't want to go now, not when it seemed like they just got here. Wait how long have they been in here? How long have they been just standing there making puppy eyes at the other while being giggly little kids? Time seemed to slip through her fingers faster then she realized since coming in here, originally she thought this would take only a few minutes with some awkward fumbling or just fuming in the corner. Instead she was met with being ink stained and kissed by a very dorky...yet charming and...cute Gansey boy. Totally unexpected but she wasn't complaining. "I suppose your right...this is the third one this year after Grimble and that fire accident.." She muttered before letting out a sigh, almost grabbing hold of his arm with a tempting display of None shall pass kind of act. She let her fingers slide from his hair and skin over his neck before sliding off his body. They really should be going...honestly as good as the inks purpose was in this incident she really didn't want a blue face for the rest of the night. Nor did she want to take the time to tell Remus how this came to be. Of course she wasn't going to be all secretive about this to everyone, that was so cliché. Plus there was no reason to keep it hidden, there were no threats and if there were well....Sybil would cut them. With a sharpened butter knife.
She raised an eyebrow to him, the sassy side of her finally recovering from the giggly little mess that could be brought up with just a little kiss from a Sir William Gansey. "Be sure to keep up William....." She began, a sly smirk coming to her lips as she moved closer to Gansey again, this time reaching up to skim her finger tips over his neck and up his jaw line. "..Enoch Newton....Gansey" She breathed the last name like it was a breeze rolling through her body. "The third" She finished, flicking him on the nose with a grin and thus turned around on her heels and made for the door. A new game to be played Gansey...and one I won't mind losing every now and then... She thought to herself as she reopened the door to his office, the noise from the hall flooding in but not as loud since the times were changing for people to switch. Sybil made her way towards the stairs leading up to the second floor, ignoring any or all eyes looking towards the blue inked stained duo. She just made toward the stairs while also keeping close to Gansey. A certain ice blue pair of eyes followed her, and not gonna lie he was smiling all tense like. There goes 20 gold coins to Benny for the bet they made. He was hoping they wouldn't smooch until the month was over...drat. But was that ink he saw on her uniform? Who knows, she was sliding up the steps nearly two steps at a time to the privacy of the second floor.
"I'm sure Remus will be happy to learn about all the ink you spilled today by the way" Sybil said when out of sight of the red head, her eyes looking up to his as she made a turn down the hall towards Will's room. She knew exactly where it was because many times she had snuck surprises in for Gansey in the early mornings...8 legs and crawly ones. Sometimes more. Either way his room was with the rest of the fancy folks, but a little longer trek there. "I'm not gonna smell like a cleaning maid when you wash this out right? Or like old plums...or like Cassidy cause she smells like a flower girl beat her with a tulip" Sybil muttered, cringing at the thought of smelling like that. She didn't even know her own natural smell...probably something cliché like vanilla or something. Everyone always smelled vanilla now a days.
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 4, 2016 22:21:00 GMT -5
《 Cookies; where all the best info comes from.
Erm. It’s still kinda rough. I’ve been kind of burnt out with homework this week so I feel like I need to write but at the same time just taking a break from working might actually be more beneficial, if that makes any sense? I don’t want to completely burn myself out.
But actually writing something fun like swible has been nice to have on the side.
& thanks. I'll try, I'm just… very busy right now obviously cx 》
Will couldn't stop smiling.
Not that this was so against the norm. William Gansey smiled more often than a bird might fly. But those were people smiles - often genuine these days, but still for the sake of others. His smile now was untempered; raw and unchecked and uncontrolled. It was crooked, all boyish glee, and he smiled with his whole face. His lips, his teeth, yes, but also in the brightness of his eyes, the dimples on his cheeks, the crinkles around his eyes - the poor boy would probably wrinkle prematurely from the strain he put his face through in its extraneous expressions. But right now he entirely couldn't help it. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so… happy. Simply happy. He was made of joy in that moment, humming in every fiber of his being, exuding it with every breath. Sybil was happy too, which only succeeded in rendering him happier - even more so when he had the realization that he was a good part of the reason she was happy, which was a scary but also pleasing thought. He'd be happy to make her happy any time, any day, any place.
Will chuckled at her response, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “No? Well, I suppose I'll have to think up all sorts of ways to make up for things, then.” He told her, smirking once again. Oh, he was still far too pleased with himself. Jokingly, perhaps, but still.
His own thoughts mostly echoed hers as she sighed, frowning. Will was momentarily tempted to snatch up her hands as she drew them away from his skin, demand they go back where they'd been. Such outrageous, outrageous thoughts. But who could blame the poor lad? He wasn't an ex-lieutenant of one of the leading crime bosses in the city just then - no, Will at the moment was just a boy who was more than a little infatuated with a certain girl, currently. No, infatuation was the wrong word; it implied something fleeting, temporary. And he had no idea what is was he was feeling, really but… it didn't feel like something temporary. He arched a brow. “Third one this year? What exactly have you been doing to your uniforms?” Will asked. Then reevaluated his question. “Nevermind; I can definitely see you ruining uniforms.” And he could; fighting or in the midst of a heist or in an incident involving fire, as she'd mentioned.
For all his teasing of her, he was never prepared for her to turn the tables. All it took was the sound of his name on her lips - William, which he normally detested for its stuffiness - to have his spine straightening. His breath snagged as she dragged her fingers up his neck, over his jaw. Slow, deliberate, teasing. The sound of her voice as she said Gansey... It was enough to have him flushing, enough to almost break him. He leaned down towards her, meaning to once again capture her lips… and then she flicked him on the nose, turning on her heel. He blinked, momentarily confused as he reached for a foothold on the situation. Oh, he was going to make Eliza pay for that one. Still, Will found himself smiling (again) as he followed Sybil out of the room.
He hardly noticed the others as they made their way upstairs, too distracted paying attention to a certain small blonde to pay anyone else any heed. They bypassed the crowds as they headed up to Will's room, their ink stained selves drawing more than their fair share of curious looks. Will ignored them all. “I'll figure out how to pay for it. Any consequences have been far worth it.” He replied. At her comment of scent, he laughed. “You'll smell like you've been into the strong stuff, actually. The trick to getting ink out is rubbing alcohol.” Will informed her as they reached his door. He swiftly unlocked it, holding the door open for her before shutting it behind them.
Will's room was rather like any of the other Crows’ rooms. He hadn't had much time or inclination for decoration in the time he'd been here, but there were little scatterings of him around the room; a cluttered stack of books on the bedside table, some clothes draped haphazardly over the back of a wooden chair, some clothes chucked with a little less care in the corner - it wasn't by any means scary messy. It was just… Well, it looked how you might expect a teenage boy's room to look.
Will crossed to the closet first and foremost (the ink had dried on his hands enough now that he wasn't smearing it on everything) opening the doors wide. He drew out a dark blue shirt that had always been a little small for him (lengthwise - he fit pretty easily in it in width), offering it to Sybil. “Easier to wash those clothes if you're not wearing them... ignore the suggestiveness of that too. Anyway, I'll go get things set up in the washroom so you can have some privacy.” He said, standing there dumbly for a heartbeat after. He smiled at her again, once again at a loss for the words to express… All this. He had no idea what was happening but… Will turned, heading for the tiny washroom attached to his room, shooting yet another smile at her over his shoulder like the silly head-over-heels boy he was.
Boy, did Will Gansey have it bad.
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Eliza had been getting concerned about Sybil’s whereabouts. At first she'd brushed it off when she'd seen her friend walk out on the job. It was generally frowned upon, yes, but not all that uncommon. And this was Sybil. But when ten minutes had passed and there was still no sign of her, Eliza decided to go in search. She stood from her table, eyes scanning the room momentarily before they landed on Remus. If anyone knew, it was him. She crossed over to the redhead, stretching her wrist muscles as she walked - shuffling for so long was hard on the wrists. “Excuse me, Remus, have you seen Sy-”
That was, of course, when she spotted her friend. Covered in something dark and… Was that ink? And just behind her of course was none other than her brother. And judging by their expressions, the marks on both of their clothes… Eliza's eyes widened. “My gods, have they actually gotten together? About time, I'd say.” She mused, sparing a glance at Remus. She was simultaneously delighted by the fact that, after weeks of dancing around their obvious feelings for each other they'd finally made a move, and a little weirded out that her best friend was involved with her brother. Nope, that was too weird. But the happy side still won out over all.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 5, 2016 0:32:09 GMT -5
[ Cookies are the ones that give the elders the wisdom ] [ I can totally understand that, it's kind of like reading too much or drawing too much. Best to take some breaks so you don't have to feel like writing is a must and a have to like homework ] [ Swible is fun to write lol And I totally get the busy part. Just do what you can~ ]
"So basically nothing out of the normal kind of smell" Sybil muttered, knowing that half of the Brax district smelled like they lived in a alcoholic state. Sybil was alright with that really, she rarely touched the bottle anyway and if she did it was so she could numb herself to the pain of getting stiches after a fight or something. Upon entering Will's room, her eyes went to just about everything with half a mind to go and pick it up herself and jam it back where it was suppose to be. You could say Sybil was a bit of a neat freak, just a tiny bit. She didn't care how things were put away just as long as she couldn't see them. She kept the urge to tuck away the clothes into a drawer to herself, instead just running her fingers through her hair and looking to Will when he offered the shirt. It didn't look too big, but then again almost everything Sybil wore was just a bit too big on her which she didn't mind. Anything that didn't feel like a corset around her waist was just fine for her, not to mention the shirt was blue. Has she ever mentioned that her favorite color was blue? Not because of the ink mind you but more like because blue was just beautiful in almost every shade. So she gladly took the shirt in her hands and smiled down at it before looking up at Will with that same smile.
"Don't strain those face muscles too hard Gansey, your face might freeze like that" She said, almost laughing at the way he looked. Not in a 'Oh you're so dumb looking' way but more like 'You're such a dork' way. Which he was, but to be honest is was adorable. Gosh, who knew 'adorable' was in Sybil's vocabulary. She couldn't help but smile wider when he looked over his shoulder at her, that boy like expression and dimples dipped into his cheeks. He looked so innocent and young and just....so happy. She liked the fact that it was because of what happened, because she contributed to making William Gansey so boy happy. Sybil has never seen Gansey this happy before either, maybe just a standard form of happy but this was beyond that. This was on a level that has not been seen by a lot and probably rarely ever showed it's head. And that Sybil got to see this form of happiness from this boy was warming, it was exciting. Something she could hold close to her and just claim that she is the one that triggered this and not some other girl- hopefully. She didn't want to get into that area of thinking, those thoughts had the threat of tainting this current happy mood she was in and no way in all seven hells was she going to let that happen.
When the washroom was done and prepared she didn't wait a heart beat to get in there and wash this ink off her face - of course along the way she just had to sneak a little kiss to Will, just on the cheek or jaw. She was short, he was tall so it was a weird difference. Like a giraffe with a gnome, her being the gnome and him being the giraffe. So just a quick kiss on the cheek, the weirdness of it not setting in just yet that she and him could kiss each other almost any time they want now. Those kind of thoughts entered her head when she closed the washroom door behind her to change and get rid of any ink on her skin it was possible. She shed the brown vest and blouse underneath for the shirt, the fabric was a relief to her skin though without that sticky patch on her waist and chest. That ink could soak though she wasn't going to lie, it nearly stained the blouse underneath from the thick fabric of the vest. She let the ink stained fabrics drop to the floor and then exchanged it for the shirt, glancing in the mirror for a split second to glance at the scar running up her side from a very sharp accident that almost put her in the dirt. Old stories for another time.
When she was done, her cheeks were a little red from scrubbing at them, the ink was almost washable from the skin, blue tinted droplets slipped down her cheeks and dripped off her jaw a bit. The shirt was a bit baggy on her shoulders, but really she didn't mind. Call her cliché but she liked it cause it smelled like Will. That horrible scent he wears sometimes was so dull now that it was pleasant to take in without gaging on it. She still didn't like it but it reminded her of Will, who she did like so it kind of made it bareable. She had slipped out of her shoes and was just in her bare feet at that point, being careful with her ink stained clothes as she exited. "This ink is more bothersome then I thought" She grumbled as she set her clothing down before stretching out her arms. She was so tense the whole time while in there that her muscles were just yelling at her, not to mention she was starting to come down from this kissing Gansey high but it was easy enough to get her back up there. "But you know...at least we know it served a good purpose I suppose" She added, turning her gaze to Gansey again.
Sybil just couldn't take her eyes off him, it was like she had to make sure he was there and that he was in fact Will and not some guy she thought who looked like Will. That and she wanted to see his smiling face again, that dorky smile on his face that just made her smile right on back. She wanted to punch him in the shoulder and call him the biggest dork on this side of Noridi but at the same time she wanted to kiss his cheek and tell him how this smile was more suiting to him. It was weird, two sides of herself conflicting and battling it out with each other over how to act when really she knew that if Will were to kiss her or she were to kiss him it would all melt away in a puddle of awkward jittering and giggles. That was the affect he had on her now it seemed, one kiss or some sweet gesture was enough to turn big bad Sybil into a giggling mess. She could only wonder if she could have the same affect on him. She didn't mind seeing that smile every now and then, it was just so cute and adorable like....
Oh geez she felt the need to punch someone in the face if she used cute and adorable one more time.
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Remus glanced up when he heard Eliza before smiling, watching the little blonde and Gansey boy walk up the stairs to the second floor. "Yes, any more of that love sick banter and I would have forced them into the ring downstairs myself" Remus said with a chuckle as he shifted his weight slightly, waving to some customers walking by. "Of course that also meant I just lost 20 gold coins to Benny...I was seriously thinking it would be another month until they kicked it off but oh well." He sighed softly as he fixed his suit lapels, wondering exactly how this would affect everything with the two. Sybil and Will's banter was about as normal to his ears as Remus's and Sybil's own banter. Now he would have to make sure that to get use to the idea of Will kissing Sybil and Sybil kissing Will which was...oh dear it was horrible to think about even. Remus has seen plenty of creatures and humans kiss before under the sun and never has he thought about Will and Sybil kissing, it made his skin crawl a bit. Like watching your sister kiss your close friend, you don't like it but you will tolerate it.
"Oh well indeed Hawkins" Said the man in question, Benny popping up for once outside of the infirmary with a trimmed beard but still as hairy as ever. "Hand over those coins ya loser" The man chuckled as Remus fished out his bag of coins and chucked over the 20 to the bigger man who happily added them to his own bag. "Not going to matter, I'm just saying now though if Sybil doesn't come down here in 10 minutes - and I am timing it - I will bust through that door with a hammer" Remus mumbled. Of course if Sybil wasn't down here in 10 minutes then the obvious was happening....
He was loosing money and that's a no no.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 5, 2016 22:16:44 GMT -5
《 Oi, today's been a busy day. Haven't had a chance to write a single word. Buuuuut I did go see Doctor Strange and omg. So. Worth. It. Now I'm kinda tired and I have a lot of work to do tomorrow sooooo... yup. Signing off. 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 5, 2016 22:28:22 GMT -5
[ You lucky little duck You go and rest up bruh~ Practice the art of sleep ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 6, 2016 22:44:32 GMT -5
《 hey sorry, I really meant to get a nice reply up, but today's been a little rough On the upside, I'm done with the assignment that's been taking up all my time these past few days, so that's a plus 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 6, 2016 22:49:17 GMT -5
[ That's fine Ult, we all got those days. Just get what you can down when you have the time] [ And that's good, you don't gotta worry about it any more now so less stress for ya ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 7, 2016 22:27:16 GMT -5
《 eesh. I'm tired. 》
All the poor boy could do at her comment about his smiling was smile a little more. It was like he couldn't stop. Every time he tried to school his features into neutrality they just split right back open into a sunny grin. Then again, it wasn't as if Will was trying all that hard not to smile.
He was in and out of the washroom quickly so Sybil could get in there, buckets in his hands full of water for washing out their clothes. He'd lingered just long enough to fill them with soapy water and clean off his own hands and face. He set them down, leaving them to first go change his own clothes. Will peeled off his shirt, shucking it over by the buckets and crossing back over to his closet, where his eyes caught his reflection in the mirror. It caught him off guard, and immediately brought him down a few notches from the gleeful state he'd been in. His eyes traced the darker ink that stained his skin, infinitely more permanent than its marginally lighter counterpart. Dark lines and whorls and patterns, forming intricate patterns, designs. All courtesy of one Conall Mórdha. His skin was a novel of his time with the Wolves, if one knew how to speak their language. Every bit of ink meant something, marked what he'd done. And… other things. He didn't want to think about it. And more importantly, it was something he didn't want to explain to Sybil. Not yet.
But the fact that he'd even consider it… He'd never willingly shown the tattoos to anyone.
Will grabbed a shirt at random - something plain and the colour of charcoal - and pulled it over his head, something it down just as Sybil reemerged from the washroom. The sight of her was enough to get his heart fluttering again, admittedly a lot more soberly this time. He chuckled, crossing the room to join her by the buckets of water he'd set out. “Probably why Remus seems so keen on it; I swear the bugger knows this stuff stains more easily.” He replied, taking her discarded clothes in his hands and setting about the process of cleaning them. He dipped a scrap of sponge in the dish of rubbing alcohol he'd poured for the job, dabbing gently at the stains. He worked methodically, meticulously, putting the same amount of focus into getting the ink out of Sybil’s clothes as he did in his calculations. His brow furrowed as he squinted, trying to judge the state of the stain on the already dark fabric.
The only flaw in Will's attempt at working was Sybil - more precisely, he was finding it challenging to focus on the task in front of him when he could feel her eyes on him. When his own eyes were so tempted to lift to her. It felt… magnetic. That was the only way he could think to describe it. Will had a text he'd picked up secondhand on the science behind magnetics, which he forced himself to think of now, if only to distract himself from the pair of gray eyes he could feel boring into him. A magnet is an object or material which produces a magnetic field, an invisible field exerting a force that pulls other ferromagnetic materials-
“Hmm?” He echoed, voice enough to break his focus. Will’s eyes drifted up to meet hers, green to gray, his brow already arched. Her eyes were even the colour of metal. A teasing smirk curled his lips good-naturedly. “And what purpose is that? I can't seem to remember… Perhaps you ought to refresh my memory.”
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Eliza's smile matched Remus’s as she watched the pair disappear around the corner upstairs. She laughed softly at his joke, although she knew perhaps it wasn't. It was Remus after all. The man was a little… unpredictable. At his following statement however… Her green eyes swiveled to the red haired man, eyebrows shooting skyward. He hadn't actually..? But there was Benny, right on time. It seemed news travelled fast within the Crows.
Eliza scowled at the pair of them. “Remus Hawkins,” she chided, looking between the two. She shook her head, disapproving. “Placing bets on my brother's romantic pursuits. And Benny - I thought you, at least, were better than that.” She didn't sound so upset that they'd bet on her brother and Sybil specifically. More so disapproving of the act of placing a bet at all. Eliza wasn’t much of a gambler - she didn't like the culture of it - despite the fact that she worked in a gambling hall. She also didn't have much sense of the idea that she was scolding her superiors, technically. After sticking it out on her own for years she'd developed the tendency to speak her mind - or perhaps she'd always had it. She crossed her arms. “And you will do no such thing,” she informed him surely. “You have plenty of staff around to fill in for Sybil. It's taken them months to work things out for themselves, and you are certainly not going to get in the way of things right now.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 7, 2016 23:40:00 GMT -5
[ sleep ult, dream book thoughts or nice dreams or whatever Ult likes]
Sybil smiled at the look of concentration on his face, dabbing away at the ink stained clothes. She was half tempted to run her hands through his hair or just hold onto his arm or something like a little animal because...well why not? She wanted to tell him how his face looked like it was running a really hard math problem and was starting to over heat. But that thought was tossed out at the mention of having to be 'refreshed' on the memory when it was moments ago. "Will, it was literally 10 minutes ago you idiot" She said with scoff which ended with her lips turning up in a smile at him. "But I guess if your memory sucks that bad..." She murmured, looping her arm under his and holding onto him while straining to go on her toes to reach his face. She was able to just brush the side of his mouth before planting a firm kiss on his cheek considering she didn't want to spill the buckets of water in front of them. Getting ink on her was one thing, but getting wet was another. "...then it doesn't hurt to give a small refresher" She mumbled, reaching up to try and rub the ink still on her cheek away while leaning just a tad on Will.
It felt weird to be honest, to be here. To do that, to kiss him when she has spent so long just tossing teasing banter but then again it felt okay. She didn't feel so weird that she had to go on this whole rant about how she didn't feel right around him because it felt wrong like many female characters in cliché books. If anything, she liked standing here. This was the goal after all wasn't it? To talk about their feelings or in some form. Will had seen a form of Sybil in that office she doesn't normally let out. Soft, opened and just all giggly like a school girl. If that situation in the office gone any different she would have closed up so tight that it would be nearly impossible to open those doors again. The thought made her arm tighten slightly around Will's while also shifting closer to him. Like he could slip through her arms at any given moment while cleaning up inked stained clothes. If that moment had gone any other way the thought lingered in her head and suddenly all the bad thoughts she had been locking up since walking towards that office came flooding back. If she had kissed him what would have happened? Would she have been the one making a smart move or would she have been rejected and forced to flee like a pathetic little school girl.
"You know if you didn't get the job as the money guru I bet you would have made a great cleaning maid...or butler" Sybil mumbled while watching his hands, the ink stain had lightened but was still very present on the clothing. "You can wear a little uniform, maybe even a tiny hat. Ding Ding here comes Will the Butler" She said and smiled, not really knowing why she was rambling on right now. Maybe it was to just fill the silence when in reality she had a very girlish feeling of just wanting to wiggle underneath Will's arms and be right in the way of his cleaning. She would say toss the clothes and just face the punishment of Remus but she really didn't want to face the charges of it from her pay check. So instead she just spent this time holding onto his arm, her toes curling against the floor and the chill of the water from her scrubbing making her cheek a tad bit cold.
Ah what was this feeling really? It was almost like how she was in her little library downstairs when no on was around. Just her and her books, the smell of ink on paper and leather binding. She wasn't thinking about the dealing of the cards....or her job. for that matter Which was odd since she loved her job almost as much as she loved clobbering a man in the face and books. She let out a soft hmm kind of like how a cat would purr, her fingers dragging up and down his arms in light brushes or small circles. She should really be thinking about how everyone would react to this or how this would make jobs harder then ever but she didn't want to. She wanted to tell the thoughts to kindly go away in her own colorful vocab and stay in this bubble of time that seems to encircle the two now. For Will has given Sybil a feeling that not a lot could replicate. A feeling that has always been there but she could never pin down before. "...I feel...calm...around you Gansey." She muttered after a moment, her thoughts being voiced out loud. It even shocked her a bit and she furrowed her brows as if mentally scolding herself for saying that. That felt odd to say after just a few moments of just being kissy face with each other.
Or was it? She couldn't tell. Sybil tried her best to hide her face from his eyes now, a new blush crossing her cheeks, surely he could feel the heat coming off of them though.
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"Okay first of all, I make bets all the time so it's really Benny's fault cause he offered it. I'm an addict, I do this" Remus said while lifting his hands up as if in surrender, Benny letting out a small curse of a word describing Remus. ( It rhymes with Mustard ) But otherwise Remus grinned from ear to ear while Eliza scolded them. "Second of all, if I say I was betting more on Sybil then Will can I get out of being in trouble?" Remus said while earning a swift punch in the arm from Benny. "Aw Eliza, it's just a bit o' fun. No harm in it. But Remus is right, he is an addict. I've seen him bet on which pair of shoes Noah was gonna wear one morin'" Benny scoffed while shuffling in his spot. Remus smiled more, nodding in agreement while letting Eliza 'scold' the two for betting on Sybil and Will. Honestly, with any other person he would have told them politely as possible where they could go to scold people and how much he didn't care. But this was Eliza, to whom he has grown use to and also someone he trusted enough that she wouldn't take this to the heart. Benny on the other hand just scuffed at the idea of Sybil staying up there too long, nodding his head with Eliza's words.
"Don't be a bugger Hawkins. Let the kids be kids. I remember a certain time when you would be missing for hours for a certain Lady...in fact she might be here to-" Benny began but Remus made a series of spttz! And neaahh at the words Benny was going to say. "Fine, whatever. I'll let them be kissy kissy goo goo for now... Being all romantic and whatnot or whatever they are" Remus grumbled as he fixed his coat lapels while Benny let out a throaty laugh. "Remus, nothing gets me laughing more then you getting told what to do by someone other then me not to do something stupid" He said, Remus shooting him a pointed look that spelled Fool what you talking about I do what I want kind of thing. But instead he just fixed his tie and grumbled, "I wouldn't have done it anyway...no one tell me what to do..."
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 9, 2016 20:49:46 GMT -5
《 hey sorry I'm not disappearing altogether I promise. Things have just been a little hectic. I don't think I'll have time for a reply tonight but I'm hoping to get a full one up tomorrow. Y'know, if I don't die why do I do sports again? Jk should have lots o' time tomorrow & should def still be alive to write.
Actually though I have the WEIRDEST dreams 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 9, 2016 20:55:52 GMT -5
[ ik you ain't lol don't worry I understand the horriblenesses pleasure of having school, work and a sport to work with. Don't die thou, cause like you are my friend and that would make me very sado I might die too thou via exams ] [ I gotta go to my 8:00 am class tomorrow so I might just die there while doing mathy stuff ]
[ tell me about weird dreams cause boi they are like acid trips every time ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 10, 2016 21:17:40 GMT -5
《 ew 8 am classes. Sounds gross. Even if I'm somewhat of a morning person. Sometimes.
I honestly have the strangest dreams. They're super complex and stuff but at the same time don't make any sense? Like I honestly one time had a dream where there was some sort of crazy criminal organization... of seagulls. What. What even. 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 10, 2016 21:21:19 GMT -5
[ It gets worse - It's a math class. kill me now ] [ But I just saw Doctor Strange and ohhmygosh I loved it.]
[ The Gulls, coming to steal your bread. They must be pretty smart seagulls ]
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 11, 2016 21:00:59 GMT -5
《 eww yeah gross. I'm not feeling great right now but I'll write that reply tomorrow for reals.
& yesss I loved Doctor Strange 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 11, 2016 21:16:57 GMT -5
[ Okie's, you get better. Drink some soup or watch youtube the blackhole of the internet ] [ It was just so good. The effects gave me a headache even out of 3D but it was worth it. Plus Benedict Cumberbatch was awesome ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 12, 2016 22:25:46 GMT -5
《 Aaaaand I finally wrote a reply. Well, mostly. I’m gonna write the Nerys part tomorrow. But I decided to post this part anyway.
Yeah, the effects were kinda crazy but it was cool so I was okay with it. And Benedict Cumberbatch. Enough said. 》
Twelve, Will corrected automatically in his mind. It had been twelve minutes, precisely. The thought alone almost had him ducking his head out of sheer embarrassment for having kept track. His mind was just kind of like that; so in reality, he had anything but a bad memory. Not that he was going to correct her, not when she was already snaking her arms around his own, reaching up and… a silent breath escaped him as her lips pressed against his cheek. Soft, gentle, yet firm. He leaned into her touch almost imperceptibly, marveling at… this. Her. Them. It was new and different and more than a little terrifying. But more than worth it, he thought. Even if her holding his arm made his current work twice as difficult. He wasn't about to tell that to Sybil.
He let loose a soft chuckle at her following words, eyebrows shooting sky high, taking all the lines and creases of his forehead along for the ride. Will's face was an open book - one he knew expertly how to write to his own whims. Another thing that had earned him points in the House of Wolves. An ex-aristocrat with a face crafted to gamble; he had the accent that came from money and the liar’s face that made it. The expression Will wore now, though… there was nothing in it that wasn't genuine. “A maid? Or a butler?” Will echoed, not pausing in his washing of their clothes. He'd moved on from dabbing them with the rubbing alcohol and was now just washing them in the water. “You know, I think you'd just like to see me in one of their getups, all posh and whatnot.” He cast a wry smile at her at that, clearing his throat before his expression turned dead serious. “Anything I can do for you, Miss Rye?” Will asked, smoothing out the tilts that had developed in his upper-class accent over the years, dropping several tones lower than his usual voice.
He let the act fall away after a few seconds, focusing back on the clothes. He really didn't mind the chore - it felt good to be doing something so… domestic for someone. Which was a little odd, perhaps, not something most people would enjoy. But Will's life had always been so irregular. And the circles Sybil was tracing gently on his arm didn't hurt. It felt nice. Comforting. So much so that he hardly thought about the lines underneath his gray shirt parallel to the ones she was tracing. Hardly. But her words obliterated them in his mind.
You make me feel calm.
“I guess I must be doing something wrong, then.” He replied jokingly, mustering up a grin. But in reality, Will didn't know how to react to those words. He made Sybil Rye feel calm. That was what she meant, right? That was what she'd said. But certainly she didn't mean anything by it. Will hadn't done anything to that effect. But she hadn't sounded like she was lying, or just saying that kind of thing because she had to. His face felt warm, and Will was sure he was blushing. He kept his eyes on the clothes in front of him, and he finished up with washing them. Her shirt, her vest, his shirt. All clean, thankfully. And then he risked a glance over at Sybil - and saw her ducking her own head, face pink as his own. Something inside him softened a little, and he pulled her closer gently, tucking her against his chest. He leaned down, pressing quick kiss to her brow. “On the contrary, Sybil Rye, you terrify me.” Will took her hand, lifting it to his neck, guiding her fingers to the side of his windpipe, where she would feel his heartbeat. Which, of course, was racing for more reasons than just fear. “You see? You scare the hell out of me. Because you could easily murder me in my sleep, or otherwise. But also because I care about you.”
And there it was, out in the open. Although it had probably been inferred from the previous round of kissing they'd been through. Still, it felt different to say it. Will found himself scrambling for a joke, something he could make sense of. All his mind could grasp was the butler thing again. “Your clothes are washed, milady. Anything else I can do for you?”
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“A walk,” Heulfryn echoed, his eyes never leaving Eius’s face. He watched the light in the boy’s face change from enthusiastic to fearful. It was enough to reinforce the necessity of what he was about to do in his mind. The kid was too optimistic, too trusting. It was going to get him killed in these streets. Or worse. And Heulfryn didn't want to get caught up in anyway feeling responsible for it. Not when someone a little more desperate than he caught onto what little mister sunshine over here actually was, and decided to take advantage of that. He didn't want to have to look back and wish he'd told the boy sooner when he'd seen it coming. Not that Heulfryn felt any pity for the human - this one or any other. He wouldn't miss Eius. But he wouldn't want it messing up their job.
Heulfryn ignored the boy's complaints as they crossed the room, simply smiling for the sake of the crowds, saying a few random, conversational things in order to maintain a casual appearance. Eius, however, wasn't helping. “Would you cease that?” Heulfryn murmured sharply as they reached the edge of the crowd. “I'm not planning on killing you,” he huffed. “Today.” He tightened his grip on the young man's shoulder slightly, urging him forward, towards the door tucked away in the corner which led to the alleyway. They reached it before Heulfryn bothered with another word, Heulfryn holding open the door for Eius before shutting it behind them.
And then he lunged, grabbing Eius by the collar and slamming him into the brick wall. There, Heulfryn held him pinned, glamour down, the bright yellow-gold eyes seeming to glow in the dimness of the alley. He stepped in close, baring his teeth. “What do you think you're doing here?” He snapped lowly, dangerously. “I don't know where you've come from, boy, but I'll tell you this; do you know what happens to sweet little merchant kids who wander down to Brax, thinking they can pick up a couple of extra pennies? It’s always the same story, and I find the ending rather lacking; an empty wallet, the scent of iron, and a cold body left in an alleyway. Not unlike this one,” Heulfryn’s voice was somewhere between a rasp and a growl. “So unless you'd like to find yourself dead and alone, I'd run along now.”
Heulfryn still didn't let up when he'd finished his words. He held Eius against the wall, hands pinning back the boy's arms. He was awaiting a response, some confirmation that it had been enough. He shouldn't have reassured him while they were still inside that he wasn't going to kill him; intimidation was always more effective if the victim actually felt threatened. He narrowed his eyes at Eius, trying to gauge his fear by scent. And paused, just for a moment. On the surface, Eius smelled of whatever soap he'd used to clean up and the general scent of the Brax district, but underneath… There was something there that Heulfryn had trouble placing, which was unusual. It was all at once familiar and foreign, and he…
He loosed a low growl. He was not getting sidetracked because the human smelled funny.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 13, 2016 1:24:05 GMT -5
[ heulfryn getting in yo face son jkjk I;m lame ] [ Benedict Cumberbatch already made it a good movie. ]
Sybil felt her own face crack a little at the sound of Will-the-butler's voice, it sent a tickle down her throat which would have been girlish giggles if it also weren't for the soft shiver that ran down her spine. And it only intensified when he drew her closer, right against his chest while his lips pressed against her skin. That sent a whole other shiver down her spine as well as melting her all together. The affect that he had on her was like a drug only not as ecstatic and nerve racking as it had been in that office. But it still gave her goosebumps, shivers and a deep blush crossing her cheeks. Sybil dragged her eyes up when he spoke, watching as he lifted her hand up to his neck to feel his quick pulse. She swallowed, just listening to him speak which was a first. Usually she tried her best to ignore him but that was before the whole kissing scene in the office which was still fresh in her mind. Dare she say it was probably a memory she would never forget for years to come, hopefully to stay a happy memory and never be tainted and soured. Oh but Will kept going, his words breaking every wall that she had built over the years. All the ice covering her heart and her feelings, a wave of warmth spreading in her chest and up her neck. Everything just crumbled and Sybil felt so....exposed.
His words just left her a bit speech less, her hand staying on his neck while she gathered herself. She could kill him in his sleep yeah, she's done it before with other guys. Not like she would ever do it to Will- she just knew his words were true. She's killed a man in his sleep, with a knife and sword. A tomahawk and so on. But he cared for her, as in like....he cared about this? What was going on? Really about her? She's heard men say those words before to other girls, mostly at her table. They would lean over and whisper I care about you while they played their game. The girls would giggle and slap their hands against the men's chest like it was the most silly thing in the world. Sybil always thought during those moments that if anyone were to say those words to her, she would rather punch them then giggle like a school girl. But seeing as Sybil had no intention to punch Will she just kind of stood there in some state of shock. She only snapped out of it when he spoke again, in that dumb Butler voice. She let a smile crack the blank stare that had been painted over her, red cheeks once more while she tried to gather something to say. "Just shut up Gansey" She whispered, and for the who knows how many times that night leaned up to kiss Will.
And somehow she still found herself nervous when kissing him. Like she would do something wrong and end up ruining it. She kept the hand on his neck, shifting it to the side while her other hand came to rest on his cheek kind of like how he had kissed her in his office. It just felt like something she had to do, kiss him so she wasn't left with having to talk. Cause she was no good in words, words always betrayed her in the end when actions seemed to always just be the go-to for her. So she kissed Will, slow and careful yet with a dash of her own fire in there. Kind of like a spicy cookie, sweet yet spicy. She let it linger for a bit longer before pulling away and turning around just as quick so he couldn't see the face slapped on her. "I think we have to let them dry now don't you think? Maybe get that smell out of the cloth" She murmured, clearing her throat after she realized how rough it was like she was loosing it.
Would it ever get easier kissing Gansey? Who knew, she was gonna have to right? She was gonna have to since they were all just kissy kissy at the moment. Her hands fumbled with the wet clothing, for once not knowing what to do with them. Most of the time they always knew where to go, what the grab and what to hold onto but now it was like her brain was fried. Her fingers were just useless meat sticks at this point, and if this was the result of kissing Will every time then she was gonna have to like get some kind of antidote or whatever. "I mean I know you said it would smell but this smells a lot like how the taverns smell in the brax, like sour plums and pickles mixed with gin but like...I don't know" She rambled a bit, now tugging at the end of the shirt while tapping her foot against the floor. Gansey could make her calm yes but he also made her frantic. ****zy. Like she had too much sugar and couldn't deal with it. Couldn't handle the rush of emotions with his words that sliced through her defenses like a sharp sword.
"I mean- Thanks for cleaning it I should have said that in the first place...so like thanks I um" She stammered once more, glancing up at Gansey meeting those green eyes before looking down again.
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Atticus nearly had a heart attack the whole time that Heulfryn was talking, even when escorting him from the crowd the young prince wanted to bolt away and just run for the nearest exit. And that feeling only grew when he found himself pinned against the wall by the magic creature before him. He was roughly reminded of just the kind of world they lived in, his heart quickening as fear began to seep through his body at first. But as he kept on talking there was just a small spark that kept on clicking together in him and soon he figured out it was a small spark of anger that seemed to clack together. Atticus let his eyes dart over Heulfryn's very un-human face and for a moment nearly jerked out of the mans grasp out of shock and fear. He's never been this close to a magical before, he either sees them in the arena or in cells locked in iron chains. But this was just....too close? He didn't know. He just found himself scanning Heulfryn's face and taking in every unnatural detail he could, even being silent after Heulfryns little speech. As much as he wanted to yank away and sprint toward the nearest doors like he 'kindly' instructed, instead Atticus found his spine straightening slightly.
"Well...Heulfryn..." He said, not in the low growl that seemed to emit from the man before him. Atticus kept his eyes locked onto Heulfryn's, deep hazel eyes that seemed to reflect the blaze of gold that came from Heulfryn's eyes. "I plan on following through with this...I might not be the toughest, the strongest or even the quickest but I can assure you I am as clever as anyone else in this damn building" He said in a calm even tone, the curse falling from his lips felt a bit foreign but welcoming. "And it will shock you that I am not like other stories in this country. I can carry myself...now if you please, release me from this little interrogation. I hate to have wrinkles in this suit when meeting with the Crows boss" He said, shifting slightly under the grip of Heulfryn while also trying to keep his eyes on him and not glance away like a awkward little boy. Having Heulfryn stare him down like that was a bit unsettling too, just standing there growling like some animal didn't really help in this situation. He actually had to force his own prince like side to surface and take control. Prince Atticus Eius Valhalla needed to keep a calm mind with this situation, and show he had only a little bit of fear. For if you had no fear when facing someone, you weren't really 'brave' now were you?
Of course there was always the threat that Heulfryn could open up his throat and let his blood paint the floor. He felt like Heulfryn was sizing him up somehow or whatever a magical does. He was half tempted to just ask him what kind of magical he was. Was he fae? A changling or something? He didn't know, he didn't really...see a lot of magical's this close, again. He guessed fae only because he had those kind of otherworldly features. Traits that seemed out of the realm and stem from somewhere filled with magic and light. He was tempted to just spit out the words and get punched potentially but he clamped his jaw together and kept quiet while looking at the fae before him.
He kind of hoped he didn't choose to cut Atticus though.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 13, 2016 22:36:30 GMT -5
《 this is such an awkward reply. My muse has been so iffy this last week; I know what I want to write it’s just been hard getting it down on the page. 》
Will would gladly give up his powers of speech for the time being if it meant Sybil would kiss him the way she was again. Because his mind was running loops, and right now all he could think of was this:
One hand on his cheek, the other on his neck. His hands; gripping her waist, although he didn't remember the decision to put them there, buried in the excess fabric of the blue shirt he'd given her. Her lips her lips her lips were pressed against his own, and Gansey didn't think he had any breath left in his lungs. He was drowning in this, he was soaring. He was lost somewhere in time, and here was the thing he'd been drifting towards. He was helpless, and he knew it, but maybe he didn't want to be helped and he -
He was left reeling as Sybil pulled away, turning around suddenly. Will blinked, letting his hands drop to his sides, then stuffed them in his pockets when he realized they wanted to fidget. Or maybe do something stupid. His eyes stayed trained on Sybil, even if he wasn't really seeing much when it came down to it. His mind had been set reeling once again. Will forced himself to focus on her words, to make out what she was saying. She was talking about the laundry. As if it was so easy to go from kissing him like that to chatting. But maybe that was just him. He ran a hand through his hair, nodded. “Right… Yes, it smells. But, that's what the actual laundry is for; as long as we have washed out the stains as best we can, they can get them smelling like roses.” He replied, only having to stop to clear his throat awkwardly twice.
Will smiled at her jumbled thanks, shaking his head. “I don't think you need to be thanking me - after all I was the one who got ink all over you,” he replied. “But if you wanted to thank me, I can think of a couple of good ways…” He trailed off, shaking his head and chuckling. “Yes, yes; shut up, William. I'm tired of your magnificence - I mean attitude. It's alright. I'll see you tomorrow, right?” As if he wanted her to go. That was about the last thing he wanted her to do right now. But he wasn't going to let himself be entirely ridiculous; they'd kissed a few times, and even if his motives were mostly wholesome, what would he even say? Hey Sybil I think you should just stay here tonight. Y’know, to watch in those clothes; you never know when a vest might just run away. So instead he settled for; “And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow? Not that I want you to leave; but it's getting late so… I mean don't feel as if you have to stay.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 13, 2016 23:18:15 GMT -5
[ It's fine, muse is so tossy turny right? It's like someone is just flicking a switch of on and off again and again ]
Right, like kissing Will was really easy to get over. He was like a drug to her system that made her stomach flutter and her cheeks flush red. Her knees wobbled at the thought and talking was the only thing she had to think about. She didn't know what would happen either if she were to stay close to Will, maybe just get more lightheaded and drift back into that high again. She let out a chuckle - more like a giggle - at his words. "You always have something to say don't you Gansey?" She said, finally turning her face to him, all red and dotted with freckles. She chewed on the inside of her cheek though, wondering if she should leave. She didn't want to, but she certainly didn't want to feel like a clinging leech onto Will. "You see me just about every day you knuckle head so of course we're gonna be seeing each other tomorrow and tomorrow" She said, her foot tapping the ground as she thought to herself. "I can stay for a little longer, I mean that is if you want I can go if you don't want me around I just thought you know we could talk or not talk and I don't know" She rambled and crossed her arms over her chest as she thought to herself. What to make of this situation really, what to make of it.
She honestly didn't want to go out when the crowd downstairs was still present, or when the other Crows were still situating the new little crows they dragged in. That and she didn't want to be cornered at her by Remus or Eliza or Benny. And frankly she didn't want to leave just yet, they needed to talk. About this. Sure it was late but they had to talk about something....or not talk and do other things that- oh gods. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet before making a small animal like sound and turning around to Will fully to plant her forehead on his chest like he was a wall. The smell of the clothes were making her head swirl and throb and frankly she was tired of standing. She was still wobbly from the kiss she gave Will and she didn't know what to say really she was just- a mess "Gansey look at what you do to me. You big doofus, dork, knucklehead....and you smell too. But not bad just that dumb stuff you put on every day, kind of smells like a old man with flowers" She muttered, her hair clung to the shirt from the static created between the strands and the cloth. Her words were empty of any kind of real name calling but she didn't know what else to say. Her tongue was like a sponge in her mouth.
She reached up to fist her hands in the extra fabric of his shirt, mumbling under her breath like a crazy person. She felt crazy, hyper, jittery almost. She knew she said that Will makes her calm but right now thoughts were running in her head. She was calm when it was just Will, when she didn't have other things running in her head. She was just trying to escape, like somehow Will could open up into a portal and take her somewhere else. "I won't leave just yet..." She muttered at last, the throb in her head dull and pounding like a drum but she let her stress or overkill thoughts ease away. She just let her hands rest on Will's chest and stood there with her cheek snugged against him hearing that heart beat she had felt in his neck. She only glanced up when she heard the dull sound of a crash - probably a fight breaking out like the norm.
"I don't really know what to say now so...except like...you know I hope I don't suck at kissing cause...I rather not suck at it" She murmured, tapping her finger on his chest with each beat of his heart.
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 14, 2016 22:22:46 GMT -5
《 When you leave your assignment to the last minute
I may or may not have just written basically two really short mini-essays in French because I put it off all weekend. Oh well, it's done now. I believe procrastination leads to a certain beautiful adrenaline kick in order to get it done on time cx 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 14, 2016 22:44:31 GMT -5
[ Lol people say procrastinating is bad but come on, it motivates when the looming threat of not finishing an assignment comes on you ]
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 15, 2016 21:40:07 GMT -5
《 So I'm writing a reply. Or part of one, anyway. But I'm writing on my phone, as per usual. So my phone's autocorrect suggestions are really weird, like it remembers words I hardly ever use and stuff. But it also seems to remember whole sentences, even ones I wrote months ago. So this is what happened when I just kept tapping the number one suggested words:
Nerys didn't stop eating until she had finished every last morsel of food on her plate. I have a great inconvenience for her. Her interest flickered as soon as the guard started talking, however. The [ I ] Selene [ / I ], ” [ / b ] He replied, taking her discarded clothes in his hands full of water for washing out their clothes. He'd lingered just long enough to fill them with soapy water and clean off his own hands and face. He set them down, leaving them to first go change his own clothes. Will peeled off his shirt, shucking it over by the buckets and crossing back over to his closet, where his eyes caught his reflection in the mirror. It caught him off guard, and immediately brought him down a few notches from the gleeful state he'd been in. His eyes widened a fraction of the most powerful and easy-to-use and I will be a good time to time. I have a great inconvenience for her. Her interest flickered as soon as the guard started talking, however. The Selene , ” [ / b ] He replied, taking her discarded clothes in his hands full of people in attendance, I have to do. I ] “ You see you there are any questions you might have a great time and effort you can find out how you feel that you have a lot. She is not an option for a while since she'd been even though it is? Actually, what time is it? ” He asked me. “ I have low blood sugar problems. Always have, it's not serious. ” I stared at him. He glanced at me. I whipped around, gently shoving him back down.
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I find it very suspicious that it always seems to remember romantic scenes. And swear words.
Aaaaand this is me procrastinating again. I'm actually gonna write now cx 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 15, 2016 22:25:43 GMT -5
[ I think your phone is trying to make some really weird fanfiction lol procrastination is our default for everything like how I am waiting until the last minute to turn in my rough draft essay ] [ I keep trying to paint a picture of what's happening lol it started with Nerys then Will idk what's ahappening ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 16, 2016 21:17:29 GMT -5
《 I don't know what's going on with my muse right now :c I keep trying to write and it feels really forced and blhgdgh. I don't like it. 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 16, 2016 22:12:50 GMT -5
[ Ewww. I hate that feeling. Maybe it's just like a really weird writers block or something ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 17, 2016 20:52:58 GMT -5
《 Yeah I don't know... I'm still feeling really stuck. Like I want to write but it doesn't feel good. I don't know, maybe I need to try writing something different? I mean I love the plot and these characters so I feel really torn... I don't know 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Nov 17, 2016 21:33:17 GMT -5
[ Maybe that's what you need though, a little palette cleanser so to speak. Maybe it's because we've been in the same scene for a while. We could skip ahead some or something different ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Nov 17, 2016 22:03:17 GMT -5
《 that's actually a really good idea c: Do you have an idea of where we should skip to? We could do the meeting with Dante... or the start of the supposed 'test job' they were gonna do...? 》
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