#fictitioushound

[lycorisbloomed]

@fictitioushound continued:

Songbird can't help but giggle, shaking her head with a soft smile. "I would never, Gallagher." It's pretty commonplace now to spend their time together. She'll be leaving soon to go on yet another tour, but while she's here, she cherishes this time.

She'll feel nothing but regret when she leaves, but she's following her dreams. Robin knows she'll miss him terribly, though, but perhaps that's what a phone is for. She watches him, admires him as he leans on the railing. "I get it." She looks out and follows his gaze. "Seeing so much of the same thing all the time must bore you." She admits with a soft smile.

"You known what is, though? When people turn those dreams into reality. Like you did."

Her earwings fwip over her face to hide her blush. "It's really not a big deal..."

[battingchaos]

@fictitioushound sent: 🎲!! / kiss roulette / accepting 20. a rough kiss

It's difficult to explain, she thinks, telling someone her thoughts get obsessive about certain things ━ particularly when they're planted in her head. Gallagher himself had been flirtatious, witty. He made quips, teased, almost as if he was daring her to make some kind of move. Stelle's somewhat of a complex creature, and his antics had her head bustling with thoughts.

He's close enough, the feeling of his stubble tickling her cheek, hot breath felt against her ear and she can't take it. He's driving her absolutely insane. He is not escaping her this time, both her hands come to grab the fabric of his shirt, playful aggression wrinkling up the cloth as she tugged him to face her, intense boldness in those pretty yellow eyes as she plants a kiss upon his lips, holding him with an unbreakable death grip. No slipping away, no teasing ━ she has him locked in and this kiss lingers, as if she's worried about what will happen when she lets him go. Would he run away? Would he want more?

Her grip is loosening on one hand, the other has yet to fully let go. Lips part from his, and she once again meets his gaze. Sternly, but there's a hint of embarrassment sneaking it's way in. Could easily be missed in favor of her warm flushing and somewhat flustered breathing now. She caresses one cheek as she lets go of that grip, not parting the distance between them though. Enjoyment of this close proximity. "Consequences of your actions, Mr. Gallagher ━ ..." Bewilderment for a second despite how smoothly her statement had come across.

"It drives me crazy when you tease me, is it on purpose?"

[hatefueled]

@fictitioushound asked: Gallagher whistles in amazement at the heaps of IPC field personnel bodies surrounding them. He'd gotten a few solid kicks in himself, but the moment Boothill pulled out his revolver, well, let's just say the Hound only wishes he'd had some popcorn to go along with the free show. "Damn, was kinda hopin' I'd get to see that lasso of yours in action," he admits with a chuckle. That's always been his favorite bit when it comes to cowboys. "Maybe some other time... unless you'd be willin' to offer a free demonstration, heh."

It's usually a done deal pretty fast- a lot of IPC fodder were all bark and no bite. A bunch of goons given guns, and a little taste of power. But Boothill wont say no to any kind of help he can get. Given they know what it is they're getting into. The bartender seems confident enough in what he's doing. Maybe a little too confident- the ranger having to do a double take of what the hound just said. " My what? "

Oh. Yeah- he's good with a rope, real good. And he's used one plenty of times during proper heists and hunts. Just didn't have much a chance to use it this time around- and they didn't have time to run. Still- Gallagher's comment has him barking a laugh. It's edges raspy and rough, with a drawn wheeze near it's end. " Well shit, if y'wanna see me workin' with a rope so bad, I don't mind showin' ya a thing or two when we got a bit a free time. Maybe somewhere a bit quieter than this though. "

unprompted

[hamartiah]

@fictitioushound asked: it's really okay if this is not your thing . - for robin?

Gaze is drawn first to the surface of the drink Gallagher offered. Admiring the little additions he'd placed, just for her. Small candied flowers, reminiscent of those found adorning her halo. With a gold and lavender gradient, that did very little to hide just how sweet the drink likely was. There is a great deal on her mind though, and it has her hesitating for a moment too long- " Hm? "

She looks up, and gives him a gentle smile.

" Oh- no no, that's not it. " fingertips, dressed in silken white gloves, brush the shape of the glass. Robin knows he made it entirely without alcohol- her preference. It was best to keep a clear head, especially with everything on her mind. The dream was out of balance, the festival was fast approaching, and her brother... " I just find myself lost in thought of late. So much happening, and so quickly... "

𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑅𝑌 ⅋ 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 // accepting

[lycorisbloomed]

🎲 for miss robin ♡

12. a kiss along the collarbone // @fictitioushound

The lowlights of the bar are probably best kept low, as far as Robin's concerned. Even if there wasn't any chance of being seen, it did set the mood a little more for her taste. She enjoys spending time with him, sitting on the counter after closing and just chatting with the Bloodhound about all manner of things.

He makes her laugh, her heart always flutters when he does that. And the fleeting touches of fingers when they're next to each other...she isn't sure if she's reading the situation right but certainly doesn't want to ruin their connection. She can be herself with him, and it's a nice change to just be Robin and not the Universe's Star. He believes in her, encourages her, cares for her. More so than what she feels a fan might.

And really, it's not as though Gallagher isn't a good-looking man, either. She constantly was reminding herself that she needed to not let her gaze linger for too long, cerulean irises gazing over sharp jawline and lines of his shoulders. He's extremely attractive, and maybe that's a problem that she should care more about.

She doesn't even know what she said, but he's teasing her and her own earwings flutter over her face with a shy laugh as he pulls her into a hug. And something snaps the moment they both pull back. Kisses start at lips, though Gallagher's own travel down her jaw and neck, a sharp intake of breath when he starts pressing kisses to her collarbone. "That feels good." She murmurs, fingers in his hair.

[battingchaos]

@fictitioushound sent: 💭/ send 💭 to my inbox and I will give you a thought stelle had about your muse / accepting

"Oh wow..." Stelle states before she can stop herself as he loosened his shirt. Eyes clearly looming over his slightly more exposed chest now. The thoughts? All I want more than anything is to help him close this place up and then to makeout with him on the bar... 50 more points if I can get that shirt off him....

[battingchaos]

"Not bad, if I do say so myself."

"Kinda looks like an arrow, didn't know you were cupid!~"

[lycorisbloomed]

Gallagher has always made her feel comfort, warm, like the taste of alcohol going down and warming you up. She feels drawn to him, always has, in a way that she truly cannot explain. If it weren't for the little flutter of her wings or how he makes her blush, it would be hard to tell how she feels.

"You're not a fuddy-duddy." She admits with a soft smile as she steps closer, resting one hand on his arm. "Your words mean so much to me, Gallagher. Everyone can tell me compliments, can say how I'm doing is good, but the opinion I care about is yours. Not the general public."

Her earwings flutter a little bit. "You're a good man, Mister Gallagher."

Gallagher chuckles at the havlovian's reaction, softer than he normally does so as to not make her feel as though it's at her expense. Robin's nervous excitement brushes against him like the tide ebbs against the shore, each flutter of her heart bursting on his tongue as if he just shoveled a handful of pop rock candy into his mouth.

It's enough to give him a little buzz, and Gallagher can feel himself losing track of where her feelings end and his own begin.

"Hey, I'm serious," he says, turning his body to face her properly. "A lot of people use dreams to escape. They're so content to lose themselves in a fantasy that nothin' about their reality ever changes. And since all fantasies are temporary, well... they wind up becomin' stuck in a never-ending cycle."

Gallagher suddenly scowls and runs a hand through his tousled hair. "Damn, maybe this old hound really is a fuddy-duddy, after all." He offers Robin an apologetic smile before reaching out to brush a small, stray feather away from her face.

"I'm just sayin' you should be proud of yourself for bein' able to manifest your dreams into reality. And I'm grateful to have been witness to it. Makes my world feel that much more... real," Gallagher says with a grin.