#plethoramuse –– jude moore.

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continued with victor & jude. –– @plethoramuse

     This was something that Victor thought Jude understood, Victor’s asexuality. Yes, the man enjoyed sex but it was very rare that he ever wanted it. Today wasn’t a day that he did, but Jude was being insistent. Victor hardly said no to the man, too drawn in to ever realize he could. But when he feels fingers pull at his bottoms, cool lips on his hip, he gently pushes Jude’s hand away and his waistband back up. “Not today, please?” He’s tired, not at all in the mood, and wanted to just lounge with the man.

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grab bag sc. –– @plethoramuse

     “It’s beautiful.” She’s sitting on a bench, overlooking the city, and beside her is a very handsome man. She’s looking down at the skyline, smiling at the beauty of it. It helps her write, edit. It’s some place she comes often to get working. “I love that building there.” She points to one, gorgeous and unique.

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“--Did you do that to yourself?” ;; from Jude, to Victor.

worried sentences.–– @plethoramuse

     Victor glances to the bruise already forming, and shakes his head. “Accident.” He, and Jude, knows that it wasn’t an accident, that things had gotten a tad rough. But it was Victor’s fault, wasn’t it? 

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❝ why do you keep lying to me? ❞ ;; from Jude, to Victor.

one hundred random starters.–– @plethoramuse

     “I’m not lying, Jude. I promise. I’ve never lied to you, you have to believe that.”

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“How did you get these bruises? Don’t lie to me.” ;; for Hernando, from Jude.

worried sentences.–– @plethoramuse

     Hernando looks at Jude for a moment, confused about why he is asking. After the night they had last night, it’s no surprise that the other man left bruises on Hernando’s skin. “You, amor, from last night.” He smiles just slightly. “These are from you.”