#*/ IC.

[wingherc]

@gaiaspoken

｢𓆄｣ "He--eeey, you're still awake?" They were both on the couch, but he hadn't heard from Aerith in a little bit. He assumed she managed to fall aleep while he was finishing up some reports on his tablet.

Of course, he was harassing her by having his feathers poke at her cheek and zip around her head to stir her awake, hopefully!

"Wakey, wakey! We can move to the room..."

[myersbprd]

The grin that stole across Hellboy's face sent another flurry of sparks through John's veins until they hummed in his very bones. Watching the other man's mouth curve upwards never failed to imbue him with his own happiness, yet to be the cause of it was still one of his favorite things.

In spite of himself, John's pulse jumped as Hellboy leaned further into his touch. ' Hoped you'd say that. 'Cause I love it when you do. ' "Lucky you," he teased softly, while his gaze lowered briefly down to the sight of fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. His trust in Hellboy hadn't ever been misplaced and, in this moment, he was certain it never would be — even when his propensity for overthinking led the thoughts running through his mind to become ensnarled as he turned them around and around. After all, it was Hellboy's honesty and steadfast loyalty that had deepened his initial admiration, wasn't it?

As Hellboy pressed a kiss against his neck, an irresistible heat rushed through John to the very tips of his fingers until he couldn't focus on anything other than the consuming sensation of it. Anything, that was, except for lips brushing along his skin, and the words that accompanied them. They prompted that pleasant ache in his chest that he loved so much, his head tipping back while one hand drifted to Hellboy's waist and the other slid up to a broad shoulder ( his thumb brushing back and forth atop his partner's collarbone ).

John couldn't catch the moan that escaped him at the second kiss. Every single one of his nerves felt like a livewire, with this fresh wave of sparks that thrilled down his spine sending his hips rolling eagerly against Hellboy's. "I can't help it, it's you." A breathless kind of laugh left his lips, even though it threatened to turn into another pleased sound with Hellboy's mouth still near his throat ( and perhaps it did, at the end, just a little ). "So, yes — " Turning his head in order to catch Hellboy's closest earlobe for a moment with his teeth, John murmured, "Help me get all of this off." Although he loathed the idea of moving either of his palms, the fingers of his right hand pulled away from Hellboy's waist to unbuckle his belt and untuck the rest of his shirt. "Because I am right here, and I want you. I'll always want you."

John's laugh sounded like an answer in and of itself - until that subtle tinge of consideration washed over his handsome face, on the verge of uncertainty. From what Hellboy could tell, those wheels were spinning again, but this time he couldn't quite guess why. Or, maybe more accurately, he didn't want to try guessing; none of the potential options at the edges of his mind were pleasant ones.

So Hellboy waited, watching his partner's expression and body language until both shifted. The tension which threatened to coil round his heart retreated and let his breath silently escape at last. His toothy smirk returned, as his left hand started on unfastening the buttons of John's shirt. "Hoped you'd say that." Hellboy leaned forward just enough to press into the other's touch. "'Cause I love it when you do."

Angling his head down to kiss John's neck, he spread the half-unbuttoned shirt open wider with one splayed palm. "One more thing you're good at," Hellboy added, lips brushing his partner's skin, "makin' me feel so damn wanted I almost don't know what to do. Might've even thought it was too good to be true if you weren't right here." Another kiss, a little further down John's neck. "Want me to help get your clothes off, then?"

As if he hadn't already started doing just that - but, it was more about hearing the sentiment aloud, how it might be phrased, since Hellboy could make an educated guess at John's answer.

[vierandancer]

@theazureblade - continuing from here

"Aye, you can," Meiko grinned. She wasn't going to really drag Aymeric out of the office against his will. She knew when to take a hint when someone told her to plainly fuck off. But she also knew Aymeric would never leave his office if he wasn't encouraged to do something a wee bit irresponsible. "Feel free to blame me as much as you like."

[the-mocking-robin]

Conspiring with your alternate father's child self to get him to decorate for Halloween.

[z0mburger]

CONT'D. @sillymuses

💀 — “ Oh, no, no. I hear ya, sister! You're preaching to the choir here. ”

[ though the undead isn't ' evil ' enough to wish any ... extreme harm upon the living, the scrambling firemen have it under control. that's what they're paid for! once that moral quandary is settled, he's good to justify the other one.]

“ I've had my share of ' accidents ' involving some property damage. People get on my ass about it! But if a layman had access to the Necronomicon or some shit, potion of fiery explosion – ? They'd do the same. Good to get it out in one go; you feel better now, don't 'cha? ”

[mystalwartheart]

"I saw you out there, fighting for your life." Kelpie hissed out. They was stalking after the women. Not knowing if she was part of the BSAA or any of the groups that were hunting them.

Jill spins on her heels to find the source of the voice addressing her, and sees someone standing before her. They look human, but not...exactly, and it's clear by their physical condition they've been through hell themselves. She's cautious, sizing the stranger up, but not yet reaching for her weapon.

"You've been watching me," Jill observes plainly and calmly. Evidently, there are other actors at play here. She wonders if the stranger might be an undercover operative, or a B.O.W. sent to kill her by Los Illuminados, the KGB or some remnant of the Spencer family or Umbrella Corporation, but she's never seen a B.O.W. display such obvious sapience before: Typically they're uncontrollable shambling monstrosities, or soldiers programed to obey orders without question with no free will of their own.

She decides to take a chance, slowly beginning to raise her hands, but not keeping them far from her holster.

"May I ask who you are, and why you're following me?" Jill asks carefully and politely.

[dragonskxn]

"It's only spring, but it's still sweltering out. I wish I could swim and take a dip in the lake to cool off...but I...ah... don't know how to. Maybe I could just sit in the shallows."

[gravesung-moving]

❝ NOW, NOW — THERE'S NO need to get so worked up. ❞

[wingherc]

@gaiaspoken

｢𓆄｣ When the invites for the party had come out, Hawks had sent a text Aerith's way, effectively inviting her to go with him. With her acceptance of his invitation, he suggested with the nature of it being a masked ball, that they try to find each other! And while they'd at least coordinated a color palette, neither one knew what the other would be wearing, so it kept it fresh.

And, with Hawks' late arrival, when he was in proximity of the manner, he could already hear the atmosphere of the party through one of his feathers. Sooo, maybe he had an added perk, but, he wouldn't find her right away just to even out the playing field. Even so much as to moving farther away when he was mingling with some other party goers.

After being at the party for about thirty-ish minutes, he decided the jig was up, and it's when she was being invited for a dance, is an arm thrown around her.

"There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you." A playful laugh escaped him as he guided her away from the crowd. "You haven't been here long, have you?"

[aworldadrifft]

Accursed Mirror (Open Starter)

Where had his mirror gone and ended up?

The last time the Startouched Elf had bothered to actually check, the mirror that gave a window into his prison was in the possession of a Dragon.

Curiosity, and perhaps some vague hope for something interesting, however, had driven him to...well. Activate the mirror's powers.

Hiding just enough out of sight to listen for any....reactions.

[vierandancer]

@starrymused

After everything that had gone on with Garlean Empire, Meiko had felt her stomach sink at the rumors of another mysterious magitek machine accompanying an equally mysterious man in black.

"Not fuckin' the day," she muttered as she made her way out into Thanalan. Despite the potential danger of yet another Asican making trouble, however, she hadn't reached for her Linkpearl to alert the others. Not even her brother. She would, of course, if the rumors proved true...but people were sometimes blind. Or paranoid. Or stupid (herself included). And if it truly were a threat worth investigating, someone would've come running into town screaming already. So, hopefully...

...

Huh.

It wasn't all that hard to spot the strange magitek vehicle from a distance, but she nearly missed the lad curled up in front of it looking like how she oft did after too many firewaters. Perhaps that was why she didn't draw her weapons as she approached, albeit cautiously.

"Y...You all right, lad?"

[the-mocking-robin]

The answer is "your mom," case closed, we figured it out.

[beabigbeabig]

HAPPY [[buy our stock]][spooky edition]!!!!

[z0mburger]

CONT'D. @lultimagoccia

💀 — “ I'm slick like an eel in an oil spill. ” [ he states plainly, idly playing with a straw wrapper. he drops water onto it with the ring of condensation left by a recent cup, making it inch around. ]

“ I guess that's something. Good enough, for a place like yours. Are you gonna at least dress up? ”

[argentarrogance]

Rolls from pitts of oblivion or RATHER emerges suddenly while judging everyone as ever.

" ... "