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[personal profile] powerhungry 2025-04-10 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's odd — he's not a complete stranger to the act of flirtation, but it feels utterly new with her, like a fresh color daubed onto a palette. ]

You underestimate how easily you spark my imagination.

[ A beat — his fingers hover over his phone keyboard, debating the need for clarification. But this isn't that kind of conversation, is it? Skirting more explicit text is half the fun. ]

I doubt the Balfours would notice if we were late to the table.
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[personal profile] powerhungry 2025-04-12 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Exactly.

[ Praise, as attentively given as always. Then, momentarily: ]

I'd like that.

I was actually hoping you'd help make a sign to mount outside: "THE HEX CLUB".


[ Hex, a play on her name — devotion, as thick as blood — on top of a reference to her knack for invention and construction, with her hand in the sign itself a mark of their shared lives. Something for them, for her, in the end. ]
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[personal profile] powerhungry 2025-04-12 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
I guess so.

[ A deliberate echo in her cadence rather than his, a gossamer layer of affection.

The fact is that he's never wanted anything that was easy, from Zaun's liberation to his love for her, fatal as it is. But it'd be misleading, too, to say that the difficulty is what makes such endeavors worth it. Rather, he's not the type to snatch the first shining thing that's flashed in front of his face. Things that last require a little more work than that. And his love for her has carried through his death, into uncharted territory.

In the morning, they wake with the liquid amber rays of the sun. Light cuts slices across her pale skin, illuminating the clouds tattooed across her arms and torso, setting the blue of her hair into pale flame. All it takes is for her to roll over, as though to begin getting out of bed, for his arms to wind around her and draw her back, slow and warm and gentle in a way she knows he hides and stows away, hints at a soft, vulnerable underbelly that's been scarred before.

Before, they've traded off the reins, one in control while the other submits, but here it's— level. He looks at her with his eyes rounded, glazed over with affection. She's something precious, to be treated accordingly — it doesn't matter that she wouldn't break under pressure. And he wants her to know— that he loves her, treasures her, wants her, feels for her a devotion that had placed her above even the city he loved so much. He knows her thoughts have a tendency to scatter, that she doesn't see herself the way he does. Perfect, always. Best to tell her again (and again, and again) while they have the luxury of time.

For now, despite his earlier guess that they'd merely be late:
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I trust you'll be fine until lunch.
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[personal profile] powerhungry 2025-04-12 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As her text marks the end of a little pause, he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. (Who else holds that kind of power over him?) ]

Gold. Like a prize.
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[personal profile] powerhungry 2025-04-13 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's bliss. His face nuzzled against the nape of her neck, one arm cushioning her head, the other snaked under her (his) shirt. She's warm against him, around him, the part of her thighs still a little slick, small in the cradle of his frame. He can feel each breath she takes — each inhale, each exhale, every breath matched with another conscious decision to relax, himself. It's tension he's never let go of before — as permanent to his state of being, he'd thought, as the poison that runs through his veins. But she's a miracle to him, always has been.

(He asks her to hold him like this again the next week, an echo still sleep-warm and flushed with desire. I want you. I want to be inside you. In their bed. He keeps odd hours sometimes, they both do, but he doesn't bring anyone else back to their room.)

Want leads them back to wakefulness, soft, sleepy breaths giving way to sighs, stuttering moans. Not possessiveness, strangely, but a statement of fact. He's hers, as absolute a truth as her place in his heart. He helps her wash, after — brushes and braids her hair as she sits between his knees, finishing each strand with a ribbon. It doesn't matter how long it takes. Rather, the time and effort are the point.
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Always.
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[personal profile] powerhungry 2025-04-13 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well that rules you out pip.mp4 ]

And to think I'd meant to give you a key.
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[personal profile] powerhungry 2025-04-15 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Obviously.
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🎁 delivery.

[personal profile] bronze 2025-05-14 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
( because she has no real desire to meet jinx (lie, she desperately wants to know what she looks like), buffy puts in an effort to show up to the restaurant when she isn't there. of course, it's sensitive, timing wise. it's a bitch to try and find the place and she can't risk losing it again, and she doesn't even know what a jinx looks like. ultimately, whether jinx is around or not, buffy leaves a present with the orange haired girl up front. the thing is.

she couldn't find another lion stuffed animal, which is an inconsistency she doesn't allow herself to think will bite her in the ass. mister linus stays permanently, scandalously, in her bed, where he belongs. instead, she found what she believes is the next best thing. it comes with a hastily scribbled note.
)
From Buffy. (Really, from Spike.)
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[personal profile] scone 2025-05-14 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
what the hell are you up to?
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[personal profile] scone 2025-05-14 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
oh really? what're you gonna do, blow alina's head off? make her into a little soup? how many times have you even spoken to her?
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[personal profile] scone 2025-05-14 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
we're just talking. alina and i are friends. [ citation needed ]

besides, there's obviously something else happening here, which you would notice if you stopped thinking about killing her for a minute or two. you could've drowned me in the sink the first time my brain went rotten on you, but you didn't. so don't tell me this is how you do things.
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[personal profile] scone 2025-05-14 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] scone 2025-05-14 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
killing her won't do anything good. look what happened when i died. you and nami moved on without me, and zoro won't even talk to me.

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