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@redbraidĀ sentĀ ;Ā Ā ā would you like to dance? ā
ifĀ itĀ hadĀ beenĀ anyoneĀ elseĀ whoĀ hadĀ utteredĀ thoseĀ words, Ā anyone, Ā ericĀ wouldĀ cordiallyĀ andĀ politelyĀ haveĀ toĀ decline.Ā heĀ wasn'tĀ aĀ dancer.Ā itĀ wasn'tĀ thatĀ heĀ didn'tĀ knowĀ how,Ā he'dĀ beenĀ trainedĀ inĀ theĀ artĀ fromĀ aĀ youngĀ age.Ā allĀ aĀ partĀ ofĀ beingĀ raisedĀ aĀ royal.Ā onĀ occasion,Ā whenĀ heĀ couldn'tĀ findĀ aĀ wayĀ outĀ ofĀ theĀ activity,Ā he'dĀ beenĀ toldĀ howĀ goodĀ aĀ dancerĀ heĀ wasĀ butĀ heĀ wasĀ neverĀ sureĀ ifĀ theĀ complimentĀ wasĀ sincereĀ orĀ simplyĀ flattery,Ā anĀ attemptĀ toĀ gainĀ hisĀ affection.Ā evenĀ ifĀ heĀ wasĀ skilledĀ atĀ it,Ā thatĀ didn'tĀ meanĀ heĀ hadĀ toĀ enjoyĀ it.Ā heĀ usuallyĀ didĀ not. Ā
butĀ thisĀ wasn'tĀ justĀ anyone.Ā thisĀ wasĀ jessie.Ā jessie. . .Ā theĀ womanĀ he'dĀ doĀ absolutelyĀ anythingĀ for.Ā ericĀ wouldĀ goĀ toĀ theĀ endsĀ ofĀ theĀ earthĀ forĀ jessieĀ ifĀ sheĀ soĀ asked.Ā evenĀ so,Ā theĀ offerĀ makesĀ hisĀ heartĀ flutter.Ā bringsĀ aĀ faintĀ pinkĀ tintĀ toĀ hisĀ cheeks.Ā Ā
ā withĀ you, āĀ aĀ softĀ smileĀ adornsĀ hisĀ expression,Ā ā iĀ wouldĀ beĀ delightedĀ to. āĀ hisĀ handĀ extendsĀ toĀ takeĀ hers.Ā
#redbraid#[ āļø ] ° ā answered Ā» ā ššš šššš ššššš ššš ššššššš šš ššš .
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@redbraid : ā you look good. ā
without thinking, florenceās hand came up to brush against the side of her face, carefully tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. sheād never been great at taking a compliment, a comment on her previous life being forced to bend and change for a man who always told her that she was never quite enough. but this was different, kind, genuine. āthatās really nice of you to say so, thank you.ā hands pushed down at the front of her dress, a new choice of outfit for florence who spent most of her time in tailored trousers of some sort. āItās not too much, is it? Itās been so long since Iāve had any sort of occasion to dress up for that I have no clue what sort of thing to wear āā"
#āā ⦠001. / queued post.#āā ⦠002. / writing.#āā ⦠003. / main.#āā ⦠004. / redbraid.#idk this felt wholesome
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Fingers curl into a fist, short nails digging into flesh and he feels the blood pool beneath his fingers. A swift hit and it lands. It hurts more than it should, more than he cares to admit, more than he will ever voice. That was the intent behind that short little jab. ā And why is that? Youāre off to bigger and better things? And what? You think Iāll stop youā¦why would I? I didnāt force you to be here in the first place, why would I force you to stay? ā
A part of him wants to do just that. That vengeful horrible part that breaks things first and regrets it later. But thereās pride here too, EGO more so. He had allowed himself a small window of being vulnerable, open. And now she had shattered that with just one small sentence. Itās tumultuous, the things that heās feeling. Wants to rip the room to shreds, wants to bite her only so sheād have to beg him for his blood before she dies.
Wants to put a stake right through her heart so she knows how he feels, knowing that he would instantly regret it. Unlike his siblings, she would wake up if he took it out so instead he walks over to the tall open windows and the line of bottles, and pours himself a drink. The blood in his palm has long sealed, but there is some blood dripping down his wrist. ā Go, leave. Have at it! Far be it from me to stop you from reaching your pitiful potential. ā
redbraidĀ asked: ā an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ā klaus / MEME
#redbraid#v: undecided#MUSE : KLAUS MIKAELSON#WORLD : THE ORIGINALS / VAMPIRE DIARIES#hope this was okay! if you need me to change anything you know where to find me (:
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@redbraid sent: " palm ( sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something ) " ( ' non-verbal angst prompts ' )
he wants to start a fight. he would really love to start a fight. someone pushes past him and he turns, ready to do just that, when he feels a hand on his shoulder. he stiffens, but he stays, turning to the source of the hand, to jessie. he sighs, big and dramatic, making very clear how much he would really rather like to cause trouble, and how much he doesn't want to behave, but he will, because she's asking him to. "fine."
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offers katherine a blood filled pie š„§
"A....."
"I have so many questions..."
"Is it cooked? Is it a solid mass of red blood cells... or is it a literal liquid pie? Is it blood and meat? Is the whole thing raw? Did you make the pie crust first then just pour blood through the holes? What possessed you to attempt to make a blood pie? Is there a vampire Betty Crocker out there with a cookbook full of questionable recipes or..?"
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āwell, good morning sunshine!ā
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Iggyās eye twitches before she manages to blink at her early morning guest. ā¦Crashās girlfriendā¦.
āGood morning,ā Itās said flatly, she was more caught off guard by how cheery the other sounded rather than disturbed. Sheās hunchbacked and spidery as she blinks again as if trying to get her eyes to focus in the bright light of the led lights that Iggy and Crash both decided were cheaper than actual overhead lights.
āDidā¦did you sleep well?ā Sheās trying her best.
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@redbraid was complimented
"your hair is really pretty. how do you, um... get it so shiny?" Kennedy's own red hair was dull, greasy and was well past needing a wash. They wear it down, mostly covering their face, but they offer a thin smile all the same.
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ā 74: senderĀ caresĀ for receiverĀ whileĀ theyāreĀ sick . (Darlene) āļø nonverbal prompts: accepting ! Ė*
Ā Ā Ā āāĀ Ā Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing?Ā Ā āāĀ Ā Ā Darlene drawls sleepily, sniffling as she sits up, smiling gratefully as she takes the bowl of freshly made soup from the other woman. Darlene sighs out contently, raising the spoon to her lips before blowing gently and sipping the soup with a soft curve to her lips. She hums, brows shooting up.Ā Ā Ā āāĀ Ā Gosh, you did such a good job-Ā it tastes just like my papa used to make.Ā Ā āāĀ Ā Ā She admonishes, taking another spoonful of the soup, which is doing wonders in soothing the sting in her throat. Darlene smiles up at Jessie with sparkling eyes.Ā Ā Ā āāĀ Ā Thank you, darlin'.Ā Ā āā @redbraid
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worst case (well far from worst), but a bad fuckin' thing is, having someone recognize you on a job. &. he'd excused himself before she had the chance to come interrupt the proceedings, perhaps ruining this four page monologue he'd had to read for four fucking days. hands part crowd before plucking cigarette from moistened lip as he approaches jessie with his hair fanning face. boyish, no-business. even when there's supposed to be.
"hey - you can't be here, alright? &. if you are, we don't know each other." he gesticulates with palms forward in explanation. "anyone asks, i just came over here to grab your ass, &. you told me to fuck off, or somethin' --"
š @redbraid āŖ asked for orange
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@redbraidĀ sentĀ ;Ā Ā jessie makes eric soup when heās sick hiii <3
hisĀ throatĀ isĀ raw,Ā feelsĀ asĀ ifĀ it'sĀ onĀ fire.Ā he'sĀ desperatelyĀ fightingĀ backĀ coughsāĀ bothĀ toĀ upholdĀ theĀ lieĀ thatĀ he'dĀ toldĀ aboutĀ notĀ beingĀ sickĀ andĀ becauseĀ atĀ thisĀ pointĀ itĀ justĀ hurtĀ tooĀ damnĀ muchĀ toĀ keepĀ coughing.Ā handsĀ clingĀ toĀ theĀ blanketĀ drapedĀ aroundĀ hisĀ shouldersĀ toĀ helpĀ withĀ theĀ chillĀ heĀ wasĀ adamantĀ heĀ wasn'tĀ feeling.Ā thenĀ thereĀ wasĀ theĀ poundingĀ inĀ hisĀ headĀ madeĀ worseĀ byĀ theĀ soundsĀ ofĀ herĀ putteringĀ aroundĀ theĀ kitchen.Ā metalĀ pansĀ clattering,Ā spoonsĀ scrapingĀ againstĀ potsāĀ noneĀ ofĀ itĀ helping,Ā butĀ heĀ wouldn'tĀ thinkĀ toĀ complainĀ aboutĀ it.Ā notĀ whenĀ heĀ knewĀ thereĀ wereĀ aĀ millionĀ otherĀ thingsĀ sheĀ couldĀ beĀ doingāĀ wouldĀ ratherĀ beĀ doingāĀ thanĀ takingĀ careĀ ofĀ him. Ā
ā jess. . . āĀ Ā heĀ sniffles,Ā ā youĀ don'tĀ haveĀ toĀ makeĀ thisĀ muchĀ ofĀ aĀ fussĀ overĀ me. āĀ voiceĀ basicallyĀ aĀ croak.Ā blearyĀ eyesĀ fightĀ toĀ remainĀ openĀ butĀ refuseĀ toĀ lookĀ awayĀ fromĀ theĀ redheadĀ beforeĀ him.Ā ā atĀ leastĀ tellĀ meĀ thatĀ soupĀ isĀ vegetarianĀ soĀ iĀ won'tĀ beĀ aloneĀ inĀ eatingĀ it. ā
#redbraid#gdskhghsj that is so cute <3<3<3#[ āļø ] ° ā answered Ā» ā ššš šššš ššššš ššš ššššššš šš ššš .
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i'm obviously coming with you . (gadiel)
memes. ā± always accepting.
ć"Are you?" She was greatly mistaken if she thought for a second Gadiel was going to accept company. The last thing he needed was anyone else traveling alongside him. He was content with his solitude and the peace that came with it. He's had companions before. And each had turned disastrous as the last. "I have no intentions of babysitting you. So turn around and come from the direction you came from. We're not friends."
#redbraid#&. answered.#&. queued up.#&. gadiel bryne | dialogue.#( thank you for this ! )#( he's mean and grumpy and def spiritually old as shit )
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i'll play the guitar at you.
āThatās the weirdest threat Iāve gotten in a while.ā Normally, Ren would be annoyed by such a comment, but she had a soft spot for pretty girls with red hair. Jessie wasnāt like Cathy. Not in the slightest. Their similarities started and ended at their hair color, but something about Jessie was intriguing to Ren. āAnything but Wonderwall, please.ā
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@redbraid : ā iām sorry, okay? iām sorry.Ā ā
blonde hair swayed at the side of her face as florence shook her head, a refusal to take the apology, no matter how many times jessie wanted to try and give it to her. "don't be sorry. i won't let you." she confirmed, stepping back into her small, bare apartment to allow her front door to open widely, left hand beckoning the other inside. it was late, at least by her standards, the darkness outside daring to encroach into the one bedroom if it hadn't been kept at bay by the soft warmth of the lamps that flo had turned on as she'd made her way to the front door. "you're always welcome here, no matter the time." for all the time that she was there, she thought to herself. there was no telling when the want, or rather the need, for florence to drop everything and move onto the next place would strike. but for now, she'd be here. "is everything okay?" she asked, though stopped herself. "hold that thought āā let me get you a drink first. tea? or something stronger?"
#āā ⦠001. / scheduled post.#āā ⦠002. / writing.#āā ⦠003. / main.#āā ⦠004. / redbraid.#idk what this is it just came to me !#can change if you prefer <33333
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bites ethan gently <3
ETHAN BLINKS, FAINT AMUSEMENT flickering across his features.
āOhāā He says softly, āāhello to you too, Jess.ā
ā°āŗ @redbraid
#āĀ ā ā. narrations / ethan lee.#āĀ ā ā. askbox replies.#āĀ ā ā. written works.#redbraid
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@redbraid sent: " glide ( sender runs their fingers through the length of the receiverās hair. ) " ( ' things done with hair ' )
jessie's fingers go through his hair, and it's like a switch is flipped inside of him, eyes closing as his mind goes silent. there's a hum in his chest (if he could purr, he would), a hand going up to rest gently on her arm. "hi," he says softly, thumb rubbing at her skin.
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@redbraidĀ asked: look! i painted a picture of you!
PROMPTS FOR PLAYFUL AFFECTION || accepting
šššš šššš ššššššš šš šššš šššššš šš ššš ššššššš
šš šššššššš ššš ššššš šššš ššššššššš. lilith was a massive fan of art, so to be painted made a sense of delight go through her. it made her feel warm, and seeing that the other girl had clearly put so much effort into it made her feel happy too - appreciated. long fingers reached to pull her phone out of her pocket before she even began to speak. ā oh this is amazing! thank you so much! i have to show this to saylor and the boys immediately. they're going to be amazed. ā
as she snapped the picture of the painting to send to the group chat, her eyes flicked up to meet the others. ā you're really good. have you ever thought of doing commissions, or selling your work? local artists are blowing up all over the world right now, i think people would love your art. ā
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