#otp: iseul x katherine

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You should stop denying your feelings for Kathrine (for iseul)

Iseul did her best to hide the smile at the other woman’s name. “I am fascinated by her. I’m not hiding that.” She gestured to her dressing room. “And she is the boss. She can come in here at any time if she is interested in me. But I am not so foolish that I would attempt to start something with the boss when I don’t have some assurance that she is interested.” She paused at that, picked up a makeup brush, and then put it back down, as though she’d changed her mind about starting her transformation just yet. “Well. More than interested, I should say. If she weren’t interested, it would be proof that I’m losing my touch, and then I would really be in trouble.”

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[text]: I just bought new underwear for the sole purpose of you taking it off (iseul and katherine)

[10:26am] Professionally or personally?[10:28am] Either way, drop them off by my apartment

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“I’ve been in love with you from the moment we met” (am I greedy if I say all of them??)

nope not at all!!

Viktor/Brielle

Honour/Sydnee

Iseul/Katherine

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“ i love when our lips meet. ” (iseul and katherine)

Iseul smirked, brushingn her nose against Katherine’s cheek. They were as close to kissing as possible, but every time Katherine moved in, she moved back ever so slightly, keeping them apart. It was a game, one of the few they could play in which she had all the power. “I love when you say weird poetic stuff like that,” she teased in response.

Katherine smiled, and puckered her lips. Iseul pulled back again. Katherine chased her, a small whine escaping her throat. Iseul loved that sound--the sound of victory in her teasing game. “Why?”

“Why what?” she asked, pulling back further, far enough to see Katherine’s eyes. Far enough to see if she crossed a line.

“Why won’t you kiss me?”

Iseul was tempted to give an answer. Not even necessarily, the real answer. Just any answer that would make Katherine wait on her, chase her. Because, of course, the real answer was that Iseul knew she was only in it for the chase, and that the glitter provided good distraction, but if she held still, she was nothing to this woman. Better to be a moving target than nothing. But she couldn’t think of an amusing enough lie on the spot, so she relented instead, pressing one very unexpected smack of a kiss onto Katherine before sliding out of her arms and returning to the bar for another drink.

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[ shower ] to join my muse in the shower. Iseul and Kathrine

When the city took on its worst winter chill, the cold seemed to seep into the very bones. Iseul practically ran into the apartment building after Katherine, seeking to find some warmth. Almost immediately, Katherine direcited her to the bathroom, where she could run a hot shower and warm up. Katherine made the offer through shivers, but Iseul was so desperate, she took it without second thought.

It was only after she’d washed her hair thoroughly and begun to work on her body that she realized the other woman was probably still shivering in the not-yet-heated apartment. “Katherine,” she called out, raising her voice loud enough to be heard over the water and through the door.

Perhaps her tone was too sharp, though. The other woman came running in. “What?” Iseul couldn’t resist pulling back the shower curtain to see her concerned face. Though Iseul traded primarily in showing off her body, seh felt a certain shyness for what she was about to ask.

“Do you want to join me?” She watched, keeping the shower curtain angled so she had some semblance of modesty. “It’s cold out there, and it’ll be warmer in here with the two of us.” The words seemed to stun Katherine, which she couldn’t decide whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. “You don’t have to of course. It’s just an idea.”

For a beat, there was silence, and then Katherine turned her back. Iseul presumed she was going to leave, until she spoke, brusing her hair to one side. “You’ll have to unzip me.”

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SEND ME ✴ FOR MY CHARACTER'S REACTION TO SEEING YOURS KISSING SOMEONE ELSE (ALL THREE )

Brielle/Viktor

There was something inevitable about this. Viktor had long since decided that, at some point in this stakeout, he was going to have to witness this. And he was going to have to watch, because if he took his eyes off Brielle for even a second... It wasn’t an option. He had to watch, for better or, in this particular case, for much, much worse.

The thing he honed in on was the guy’s hand. Technically, he was watching Brielle as he tracked that hand, its stilted positioning on her waist. When Viktor kissed--used to kiss, he reminded himself--when Vitkor used to kiss Brielle, it hadn’t exactly always been fiery, weak-in-the-knees type shit, but there had always been a spark to it. A kind of intensity. Or at least intention. And if he hadn’t seen her in a few weeks? His intention would be to make sure she knew how he felt about her. Used to feel, he reminded himself. 

The guy, he wasn’t trying to show her shit. He kissed her like he wanted to check it off his to-do list for the day, brief and almost robotic. Routine, but not in the good way. If Viktor could safely look away, he would’ve. Instead, he turned the car on, letting the engine rev and maybe a little bit hoping that it interrupted them. If it didn’t, at least the radio would provide some semblance of entertainment here.

Honour/Sydnee

It was only because of the kid who had wandered out that Honour had refrained from leaving Sydnee Park in an absolute pulp on the ground. City kids--especially ones from that particular neighborhood--saw enough violence, and she knew she was something of a hero to them, so she’d let the other woman go with a solid asswhopping, but able to walk off with her dignity. It was also only because of the kids that she hadn’t followed the other woman right away. City kids--especially ones from that particular neighborhood--who wandered out late at night were in search of something, and when that something turned out to be food, Honour couldn’t just let it slide.

So, one trip to McDonald’s--and then a grocery store, as a present to the parents--later, she doubted she’d be able to retrieve the goods, but she could drop by and let Sydnee know she was watching. That was, if she could find the woman. Sydnee wasn’t exactly the ostentatious sort with a huge cave-like lair, but Honour was not above some legwork. By the time she arrived at what she suspected was the spot, it was early in the morning. The apartment was innocuous, and though Honour hadn’t looked yet, she doubted it actually belonged to Sydnee.

Rather than attempt an old-school stakeout in a car, which would surely attract Sydnee’s immediate attention, Honour made friends with the baker across the street and settled in to watch from the window. At around 5am, the woman of the hour walked out, uncharacteristically furtive. Curious, Honour held off on her plan to halt and confront her, watching instead. Her decision paid off almost immediately. Another woman came out the front door, giving chase and none-too-pleased about it. A contact? A co-conspirator? Honour didn’t recognize her, but she made a note to get an ID on her today.

The stranger caught up to Sydnee, and the two spoke briefly. Body language was tight for both of them, like they both wanted a bigger blow-up but wouldn’t allow themselves to have at it. Then Sydnee leaned in, and Honour leapt to her feet, ready to intercede in whatever violence she was about to enact. Sydnee brought her face close to the stranger’s face--intimidation? Secret threats?--and then…

Oh. Well. That was unexpected. The kiss was, from Honour’s seat, fairly searing. Sydnee had her hand fisted in the other woman’s collar, and the woman’s hands went up to Sydnee’s face like magnets. Their bodies were still separated, but if attraction were visible, you could see it like lightning between them. All of which was to say, this was not Honour’s business. She raised her newspaper she was hiding behind back up, obscuring the couple from view, which was made moot by the fact that she kept peering around her own obstruction. Despite her better judgement, she couldn’t seem to look away, an inconvenience given that she’d intended to leave without being noticed.

Katherine/Iseul

If you asked Iseul, one of the few benefits of her stature was that while her taller friends were drinking like they were in a desert, she was as drunk as she needed to be on one drink. She felt light, and playful, and had that particular feeling that drunk people get that made her certain everything she said was comedy gold. She flitted about like a hilarious butterfly, fortunate that everyone around her was also tipsy enough to agree that she was, indeed, quite funny, and was generally loving life.

The only thing missing, she thought, was getting a good laugh out of Katherine. The boss-lady was not exactly know for being very quick to laugh, and--well, in addition to being drunk enough to feel funny, Iseul was drunk enough to admit to herself that she wanted very much to make Miss Katherine laugh. She made her way from cluster of people to clustery of people, sharing grins wherever she went and looking for one particular grin. When she didn’t find it, she had to admit she was frustrated.

But then, an idea occurred to her. A funny one. Not funny like the jokes. Funny like unexpected. There were rooms in the far back of the club, rarely used, for particular...assignations. For the most part, the dancers kept to dancing, and the owners for as long as Iseul had worked there had frowned upon any sort of venturing out, but she could tell previous ownership had not been so discriminating. If she couldn’t find Katherine here, maybe she would find her there.

It happened that the first room she found was open. She tapped on the door, and hearing voices inside, decided to answer without much thought as to what those voices--or bodies--might be doing. What she was was funny again indeed. Everyone was dressed, but there was a distinct flush on Erin’s cheeks. And Katherine? Iseul couldn’t see her face since it was buried in Erin’s neck, but she could read the body language well enough. She’d interrupted something. She’d interrupted something private. So she did what anyone in her position would do.

“Boss lady!” she called out, letting herself into the room and very much ignoring Erin’s glares. “I have jokes. You want to hear them?”