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A hint. What would be a good hint? “It’s out of town.” Yes. The less she knew the better the surprise. He frowned a bit at her recounting the day and confirming that yes her boss had indeed been a jerk to her. “You don’t have to stay there if you don’t want to Scout. You know I would take care of you. That pendejo wouldn’t bother you again.” It would be so easy. She could just leave. He was making more than enough money for the both of them. Not that she knew exactly where it came from but what did that matter? He brushed a lock of her hair away from her face, gently caressing her cheek in the process. “You deserve better.” He pressed a kiss to her hand before returning his attention to the road.

Scout tried to look annoyed but she was too excited by the prospect of a trip. Trips with Raf were always exciting, he had more money and connections than Scout even knew. And she didn’t want to know. “Out of town? I haven't packed anything.” She fretted for a second about this, having to buy something or stop by her mothers on the way out of town. Scout’s mother hated Rafael, or maybe just her daughter. She didn't like to think about it. And the talk of her job was only making it worse. Her heart swelled when he instantly offered to take care of her, mind shifting to glorious thoughts of the future. Quitting her job, moving with him, seeing the world, it was perfect and Scout had a hard time restraining herself from instantly saying yes. She smiled, leaning her head into his hand on her cheek. “I would love that, but if I quit doesn't he win?” He kissed her hand and she let it linger on his shoulder rubbing gently, “And what would I do all day while your off working?” The car turned into the local airport and her face lit up. “We are flying?!” 

July 7th, 2010: Flashback

[dacianav]

Hello it’s ya girl being needy again plz reply to daciana at her dads funeral

THANKS OK PLZ ALSO HIT ME UP FOR PLOTS

OOC

Hate to be ~that~ needy bitch but plz someone hit up my open for an angry daciana about to speak at her father’s funeral. WE NEED THE PAIN OK. If u do I will love u forever, no promises on what daci will do tho.

PLZ OK THX GO AWAY GRACIE

[dacianav]

She’d been told about her father’s replacement via text message. No - there was no one who could replace him. She'd been told about the nuisance she had to train via text message, perhaps Jace accurately assuming she would not take kindly to a new person. He was right, and she woke up that morning from a few hours of sleep in a terrible mood. She was on her second cup of coffee, scrolling through her phone mindlessly when the knock came at the door. Daciana groaned audibly at being disturbed so early, but went to open it anyway. 

She already hated the older woman, solely based on how fucking chipper she was this early. Ignoring the hand stuck out, the shorter blonde took another sip of her coffee. “God you're early, well come in.” Daciana turned on her heel and walked back through the house towards the kitchen, pouring herself more coffee from the steaming French press. “So, Veronica, what makes you so qualified to think you can try and replace my father?”

VERONICA FIXED HER hair quickly as she went up the stairs, finally getting to the house’s door. it was the first day at a new job, and the circumstances were far from propitious ―― it was hard enough to replace a dead lion, but now she had to work with marius’ daughter. she hadn’t exactly heard good things about the girls attitude, and she could only imagine she’d be especially demanding. she knocked on the door three times, waiting for daciana to open it. she put on a smile and offered the other her hand. ❛  good morning, i’m veronica, jason must’ve told you i was coming today. you must be daciana?  ❜

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@scavages

odin licked his lips and smirked cocking his head as he brought his hand down against her backside. “oh with pleasure. can’t have a naughty kitten running around can we?” he asked hand finding her clit and rubbing it furiously. “lets play a game. how many times can the princess cum until she can’t cum no more.” 

Daciana felt his hand slide down her body and find her clit, pressing hard without warning. She let out a moan of pleasure, pushing her hips backwards into his hand. “Please,” the blonde gasped, wanting more touch than just his fingertips. So she pushed herself up on her knees, her back leaning against his chest. One small hand gripped at his forearm while the other reached up and behind her to twist in his hair. 

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odin smirked gripping her hair tighter as she continued to touch him. “i do, princess, but only when daddy says.” he growled grabbing her waist and turning her around bending her onto her knees. he smacked her ass hard leaving a hand print before pulling her hair back so her face was up. “you know what daddy does to naughty girls.” he breathed.

She wasn't good at the whole listening thing, but perhaps it was on purpose and she wanted the outcome from her disobedience. Her pout grows into a smirk when he grabs her waist and flips her over. Daciana let out a gasp of pleasure as the imprint of his hand shown through the bit of lace that was all she was still wearing. He pulled her head back again, to the point where it was almost painful and the blonde bit down on her lip again. “Remind me daddy?”

[dacianav]

I’m incorrigible, too. Only she doesn’t know it.

[dacianav]

Marius Vasile had always seemed immortal, looming over the rest of them with his unchanging strength. But yet here she was, at his funeral hiding in some side room off the main sanctuary at the church they’d been regulars at for as long as she could remember. As the oldest (recognized) child, Daciana of course had to speak. She supposed she should be nervous, she absolutely knew she should feel sadder than did. But she felt nothing, a big empty space sucking all semblance of human emotion out of her, filling her chest with the numbing nothingness of rage. And it was fucking terrifying. 

Daciana clenched her hands into fists, sharp nails biting into the skin of her palm until she was sure they would uncurl full of blood from little crescent moon cuts. The eulogy she’d written in a stream of coke-fueled consciousness was on the table before her, and there was no fucking way she could possibly get away with reading it. It was too honest, too real for something like this. So she decided to wing it, and grabbed the paper full of manic ramblings, walking over to the alcove full of candles lit for other lost souls. The flames danced in her vision as she lowered the paper until the corner caught, and watched all the hateful things she’d written burn away. It wasn’t until they spoke that she realized she wasn’t alone anymore. 

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Of all the things that she found in her mother’s house, the envelope full of cash was the most jarring. It was the fact that it was a significant amount of money, that didn’t really bother her other than the fact that she was surprised it remained unspent. Her mother had that minor drug problem near the end, and this was a very significant amount of money.

No, the most shocking part of the whole ordeal was the note tucked in with the bills. “For Scout, with love, Logan” in an eerily familiar script. The blonde dropped the note as soon as she read it. Why the hell would her former boss, the man who made the most difficult two years of her life even harder, write her this note with what had to be almost half a million dollars in cash. Before she even knew what she was doing, Scout crumpled the note up in her pocket and grabbed her keys. She drove the familiar route to the government building, full of the same anxious fear like she was nineteen years old again.

It was almost exactly the same as it was eight years ago, and she quickly pushed through the doors following the signs to the elevator. He was Senator Callegari now, a step up from the humble first term state representative he’d been when she worked here. His office was bigger now, and mercifully empty. She pushed the door open and stepped through, pulling the note from her pocket.

“Uh, excuse me Senator?” Her voice was shaky, “I am not sure if you remember me but I’m Scout Calhoun and I used to work for you like eight years ago.” She paused, unable to figure out how to go on. So she stepped forward and dropped the note on his desk. “I found this in my mother’s house.”

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@screndipitv

“I guess if you are, I am,” he said as he lightly flicked her nose.  Scout was… passionate to say the least.  But Theo always felt like he did a good job at being the person to lighten her life a bit.  Even after she left and they drifted for a bit, he didn’t shut her out or get upset with her.  She didn’t need that.

Theo watched her, letting out a sigh when he watched her try and blink away the small pools that filled behind her eyes.  “We don’t have to talk about it.  But… he’d be crazy to not want to know you.”  He down his glass and then took the bottle from her as they sat, taking a sip from the bottle and pushing his glass aside.  “I uhh… have to tell you something too.”  Another sip and then he handed the bottle to her.  She would need it.  “Cora is alive… been alive this whole time and… never… she’s alive.”

Scout stuck her tongue out at him when he flicked her nose, but she loved the easy sort of familiarity they’d slipped back into even after all this time. Teddy was like sunshine, always warm and Scout never second guessed herself around him. Even when she had to hold back the tears, she never felt judged. “You're just saying that.” But she appreciated it, wiping the corner of her eyes quickly. 

He seemed tense when they sat down, and suddenly Scout feared she’d crossed some line or done something wrong. Her pale blue eyes were wide, but she nodded, encouraging him to go on as she took the bottle from his hand. And fuck. She had not expected that. Cora’s death had been something that had defined the past six years for him, and Scout had felt her loss acutely as well. Cora was the love of his life, she knew this. More so, she'd been there for Scout in one of the darkest moments of her life and for that she could never repay. “What do you mean? Where has she been?” Her voice was a whisper. “Shit, Teddy, I am so sorry.” Without thinking she wrapper her arms around his neck, leaning her head against his chest wanting to be close and for him to know she supported him. 

[dacianav]

She slipped into her new role as the head bookkeep with a surprising ease considering the circumstances. She supposed it had to do with the fact that she had no choice but to pick up and carry on. It gave her something to focus on, numbers always made sense. Unable to truly mourn because of her rage and frustrated by how little seemed to be known about her father’s killer, perhaps Daciana was feeling a bit vindictive when she summoned Elias. It felt good, summoning someone and knowing they had no choice but to show up. She understood the draw, the intoxicating nature of this power, and had the situation been less shitty, the blonde would have been thrilled. 

He came as he was told, and she let him stand out side the closed office door for a while. It was good to make people wait, to make it seem like she was incredibly busy when in reality she was online shopping. “Come in.” Daciana didn't look up with the door opened, finishing typing in the last digits of her credit card into the website where she was currently signing up for weekly flower delivery. She needed a bit of beauty and life in this house. “Hi Elias,” Finally looking up, Daciana didn't smile but gestured for him to take a seat. “Lets have a little chat about one of mutual friends, yeah?”

DACIANA;

@dacianav  The Trinity Club is by far his favourite place: occasional live music, steady stream of loud, clientele full of debauchees. All the drinks he could have and free lap dances. They know his face here. They know he’s Axel’s - something. The bartender who works Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday nights have one of those full-arm tattoos that twist coloured shapes up his elbow.  He calls himself Colt.  When Elias put his lighter and Luckies on the counter in front of him, Colt takes one to tuck behind his ear.  "The usual?“ Colt asks, reached for a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue and serves him a glass. Maybe it’s the whiskey.  Maybe it’s the music.  Maybe it’s just pent-up anything.  Doesn’t matter.  He’s rearing to fight soon as the bottle slides across the bar to his left.  For a flash, he thinks about how easily jaws can break.  Except it isn’t some scrawny punk half-wit who’d nabbed his liquor: it’s a girl.  That little after-swallow shudder makes her mouth small, but it set right when she blinked.  “Daciana wants to see you.” Sounds ridiculous but since Marius was shot dead it makes sense for his daughter to take over, right? Elias looks at her. Cocky young thing.  Fresh-faced and fringed.  She doesn’t hold her hand out for an introduction. It’s not the sort of greeting that went with formality. ❝ Is that so?❞ Elias has to shift a little closer to hear her over the drums.  He swivels the stool. “In her office. Now would be good.” Oh now, huh? In her office, huh? This he has to see. Daciana wearing daddy’s shoes and tripping over to fall flat on her face. Elias takes his drink, kicks the entire thing back and follows her with a forced smile. Doesn’t take long for them to drive to the Vasile’s place and he is quickly led into Marius’ old office, now his daughter’s, where he is asked to wait. And so he does.

[dacianav]

Marius Vasile had always seemed immortal, looming over the rest of them with his unchanging strength. But yet here she was, at his funeral hiding in some side room off the main sanctuary at the church they’d been regulars at for as long as she could remember. As the oldest (recognized) child, Daciana of course had to speak. She supposed she should be nervous, she absolutely knew she should feel sadder than did. But she felt nothing, a big empty space sucking all semblance of human emotion out of her, filling her chest with the numbing nothingness of rage. And it was fucking terrifying. 

Daciana clenched her hands into fists, sharp nails biting into the skin of her palm until she was sure they would uncurl full of blood from little crescent moon cuts. The eulogy she’d written in a stream of coke-fueled consciousness was on the table before her, and there was no fucking way she could possibly get away with reading it. It was too honest, too real for something like this. So she decided to wing it, and grabbed the paper full of manic ramblings, walking over to the alcove full of candles lit for other lost souls. The flames danced in her vision as she lowered the paper until the corner caught, and watched all the hateful things she’d written burn away. It wasn’t until they spoke that she realized she wasn’t alone anymore. 

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@justal1ttlestarl1ght

At first he ignored her question and kissed her again, the chaste little peck not enough for him. He held it longer than necessary pulling her closer than could possibly be deemed appropriate before breaking apart to breathe again. He felt the tension leave her shoulders and internally boasted at the small victory. The gazes he was getting from the people around them just urged him on and he kept his hand firmly on her waist as he guided her to the passenger side door. “It’s a surprise. Trust me. You won’t be disappointed.” Once she was in he immediately started the car and headed towards the road that would eventually lead them to the airport. He spoke casually, not wanting to give anything away. “So, how was work today? Your boss is still being an asshole?”

By now she knew him well enough to know he wouldn't be satisfied with her tiny peck of a kiss. No, Rafael liked to show off, he liked to push the line as to what was really appropriate outside of her place of work. And Scout always let him, kissing back just as hard and twisting her cold fingers into his hair. When he pulled away, it seemed to take all of the tension and stress she'd been carrying. Smiling, the blonde let him guide her to the car, wondering where they could possibly be going. “I trust you, but can I please have a hint?” She stuck out her bottom lip in a mock form of begging. He took off quickly. Scout had never been one to pay attention to roads, so she wasn't sure which way they were headed. Not that it really mattered, the younger girl was thrilled he'd surprised her at work in the first place. With a sigh at his question, she twisted a lock of her hair around her fingers, a nervous habit. “It was fine. Yes he always is, even when I do something right its not good enough.” She sighed again, then looked over at Raf, eyes wide. “Do you think I should quit?” 

July 7th, 2010: Flashback

[dacianav]

call - daciana to cornelia

daciana: *LINE RINGING* (I swear to god bitch if you don't fucking answer the phone) nellie?? Where the fuck are you???

cornelia: good evening to you too. Mind your damn manners Daciana. I am downtown. Got back from Paris at just the right time didn’t you..

daciana: good evening? Really? Where downtown? Why aren't you home? Are we just not gonna talk about it?

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@scavages

odin hummed softly at her words and nodding letting her hand her fun. his breath took in as her warm hands wrapped around his length relaxing into her touch as her hand moved to her hair grabbing it roughly. “did daddy say you could touch?” he growled. 

Daciana let out a gasp of pleasure at the rough hand tugging her hair, forcing her head too look up at him and away from his length. The blonde had never been good at the obedient part of this little game they played, but she enjoyed it regardless. “I thought you like when I touched you, daddy?” Pulling her face into a pout, Daci bit down on her plump bottom lip. Her small hands continued to stroke him, soft and needy despite the growl in Odin’s voice. 

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My muse in a relationship ?s

Please include if you want answers for a particular verse or ship.

🤗Are they physically affectionate?  🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? ↕️Are they sub, dom or switch? ⏰How long do their relationships tend to last? 💍Would they ever get married? 🏷️Do they give their partners cute nicknames? 💋Are they more sensual or sexual? 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? 🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? 💚Are they prone to jealousy? 😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship?  👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private? 💕Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? 💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? 💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? 🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? ❌Would they ever cheat on their partner? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Do they want children? 🐶Are they a cuddler? 🔮Do they believe in soul mates? ⚔️ Are they protective of their partner? 🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love? ❤️ Do they fall in love easily? 📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? ♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner? 💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?

[dacianav]

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you�� to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?