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[scaledwolf]

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[Open post for PSLs, random crack tags, plotted tags, unplotted tags, and tfln overflow.
Basically the w/e RP post.]

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@starksansa

[scaledwolf]

[ continued from here. ]

[ He's got the food order in, but with no traffic, she gets there before the food. There's a bottle of white wine open and waiting on the counter of his kitchen though, waiting to be poured and enjoyed. He's in jeans and a loose t-shirt, feet bare as he opens the door for her. ]

Hey, come on in. Food should be here any minute.

[ He doesn't quite wait for her before he's pulling her into a gentle hug. ]

[starksansa]

[They are about the same height and he is one of the few people she trusts implicitly, so it's easy to let him pull her in and easy to settle there, her own arms coming around him to squeeze gently in return. It's an intimate gesture that puts a lump in her throat, but screw it. She's feeling vulnerable, and it does make her feel better.]

Hey you. [She smiles as she says it, and releases him reluctantly only to tease, self-deprecatingly:] So, nothing better to than baby-sit me tonight?

[scaledwolf]

[The hug is tight, giving her a warm squeeze that also kind of says without words that he's here. Though he lets her go when she releases him, fingers reaching to tug gently at a strand of hair when she teases about babysitting her. ]

It's not babysitting, it's spending time with. [ He gives her a grin. ] And it's a far better night with you here than if I was alone.

[starksansa]

Fair enough. [She says it with a real laugh this time.] In that case, I'm glad to help. Boredom would be a terrible way to go.

[scaledwolf]

It really would be. You're my savior. [ His arm settles around her waist after he closes the door and he leads her over to the couch. It's not a long walk, and yet he feels the need to keep her close by his side for the walk over. ] Did you want to watch something or talk or just stretch out and chill?

@ironyborn

[scaledwolf]

[ from tfln ]

Feeling like everyone's currently saying it about me and it's getting on my nerves.

[ironyborn]

Too bad, mate. It's what you are. It's what you've always been. It's what you're always gonna be.

[scaledwolf]

Just because I am, and just because it's true, doesn't mean people have to continually talk about me or that fact.

[ironyborn]

Alright, mate. Can't say there's much else about you to write home about, though.

@youngestrose

[scaledwolf]

[ from tfln ]

I can do all the sweet-talking you want, love.

I can definitely do that. And I'll chocolate surprise you for dessert. I'll grab the supplies today and have dinner ready for you when you swing by. 7 sound good?

[youngestrose]

Promises, promises.

I have a late meeting then I'll need to go home and change and make excuses for why I'm missing family dinner yet again so it'll probably be closer to 8. Is that too late?

[scaledwolf]

Good think I can back them up.

8 is fine. I'll plan to see you then with dinner on the table for you after a long day.
You're missing family dinner because you are a sociable young lady who's having someone nice cater a meal for you in exchange for good conversation.

[youngestrose]

A girl could get used to this.

I'll say I'm interviewing a personal chef. They might want to know about absolutely everything in my life but they don't need to.

[scaledwolf]

That may be my master plan all along.

Sometimes it's nice to have something that's just yours for a while, not shared with the outside world or family.

@forceshadowed

[scaledwolf]

[ From TFLN ]

It's not just living next to you. It's watching how kind your heart was, seeing that we liked similar music, watching you laugh or smile at the jokes I told, even if you were trying not to. There's a million reasons more than just living next to you. But this has been a long time coming for me. It doesn't feel fast to move toward living together or marriage because I've liked you for so long now, Jane.

[ It's sometimes hard to tell teasing through text, because there's no tone. And this turned a little more serious than he'd meant it to. ]

I was hoping you might.
This is very true. And that is a plus. I love my parents, but wouldn't exactly want to see that myself.

[ And yet, he's happy to get affectionate with her in public. But isn't that always the case? ]

I'll meet you out there, but you're going to have to fill me in.
Now I'm curious!

[forceshadowed]

Just how much exactly have you been watching me, Solo?

[ They talked occasionally when there was a neighborhood gathering or when either of their families threw a party, but she's not sure how he could've picked up on her music tastes or her interests. Though... Sam had mentioned he'd caught Jon looking at her. Not that she ever believed it, because, really, one of the most popular kids in class? ]

I've liked you a long time too.

[ She's just going to drop the topic on public affection because... they might have been behaving themselves at home, but elsewhere, well.

Her next text comes after a few minutes: ] Okay apparently the bacon Theon was cooking was from our fridge and Arya's not happy because she wanted to have bacon for breakfast today

[scaledwolf]

Probably more than was healthy. I never knew how to talk to you, Snow.

[ Yes, they talked occasionally when they were thrown together but over all her sister tended to squeeze between them, so he'd end up disappearing. And as a whole, he never knew how to tell her he liked her. He may have been popular, but when it came to her he was nervous and his palms always got sweaty. ]

I'm glad we've made it here together.

And now all of it is ruined. Poor Arya.
I'd say we can bring her some, but if we're going house hunting after breakfast it will be long cold before we get it back to her.

[forceshadowed]

Never thought you were the one to get tongue-tied. You could write all those poems and make those speeches. We'd thought you'd become like, President of the United States or something someday.

I'm glad too.

Poor Theon. Arya threw a chair at him and demanded that he get her bacon for breakfast because he ruined her plans. That's the screaming you might've heard. Because Catelyn wasn't happy and you know Sansa lol.

@svaerd

[scaledwolf]

[ From TFLN ]

He really really won't be. I can't see anyone agreeing to let him at this rate.

Awesome. Now the question is, when did you wanna grab a drink?

@nexusbait ~TFLN Cooking Edition

[scaledwolf]

[ From here ]

While I am well trained in military weapons, all of the noted weapons are definitely interesting to learn about. Though I knew about the hands. Hands are definitely a dangerous weapon because they can be used in so many ways. [ He likes seeing what her brain turns into a weapon too though, a little deeper inside into how she thinks. But he also does agree, hands are useful in all ways, in nearly any situation. He certainly knows how he wants to be using his hands soon enough, and it's not exactly for cooking, despite the promise of a breakfast for dinner meal. But that want will have to wait until after food. Mostly. ] I think it might be the best way to ensure we try everything that we want to try making into sushi? And we can even have some kind of rating system so we know what we liked and what we never want to make again. 👨‍🍳 [ It made sense to him, and he's more than happy to help her with getting that all organized. But then the shower bits have him equally distracted. ] As my Lady wishes, though, are you sure if you need an extra-long, attentive and warm cleaning that requires both hands, that you don't want to reconsider a bath instead? 🛀🧼 [ If they're sharing the bath, doesn't that mean they're sharing water still and as such cuts down on the water usage, making it still fairly environmentally friendly? Especially compared to an extra long shower? ]
He says that he's happy to take responsibility for crashing into your evening, because at the end of the night, it has lead us here. With you wearing black. 🖤🧥 [ She's not the only one that has been scrambled, for the better though if he can say so himself. While she's turned his head and heart a little upside-down, he's not sure he'd have it any other way anymore. ] I will definitely continue to think so. 🌌

😘 [ There's no one he wants to cook for either. It means a lot for him to want to cook for someone, though that first meal was definitely on his mind when he'd decided he wanted to cook for her tonight too. That first meal they'd made together has been on his mind since they made it, but tonight he'd wanted to not just return there but do something special for her. Few realize royals can have other talents besides leading. And while he's still learning, some things are easy enough - or well figured out with her beside him as they stumble through the instructions together. ] Less than 45 seconds sounds perfect. Because it has been too long now. [ Needs will only continue to grow stronger the longer they talk and cook, because those sudsy hands first needed to cook and feed her bacon, after all. ] Should I apologize for it, or shall I just kiss it better when you arrive? 😘

[ He can't help but enjoy the thought of feeding her, and as such, how can he correct her on it when now he wants to do that for her? ] I think I can be very agreeable to both of those conditions with you, even the delight. [ She brings out that softer side of him that wants to smile more, that has a reason to smile now that she's close to him. Who knew that maple-glazed bacon could save the galaxy! Though the more important part of that is that it has saved your evening, or will once we make it together. 😏 [ He's pretty sure that's where those political wars went wrong, arguments over the last piece of bacon. ] We are both preheated and anticipating your arrival. 💖

[nexubait]

[ ooc: casually slips into prose... >_> lmfao just yell at me if you ever don't want to! ]

[ Plain, bare hands might not have a military rating on the danger scale, but that doesn’t mean they’re any less precarious to work around. In a way that is more fascinating than frightening – the use of hands is an art form in itself. In exactly the same way that spreadsheets are an art form, and she is more thrilled by the idea of an organized ranking system for their future sushi than she would like to admit, looking forward to the documentation almost as much as the sushi itself. Art was everywhere, and it was her lifelong belief that people ought to make an effort to appreciate its illogical appearances. Just as more people ought to appreciate breakfast for dinner, and long, luxuriating showers. Without harming the environment. It’s a difficult balance to strike, and so she brightens at the mention of a long bath, instead. Smart, environmentally-aware, and a perfectly acceptable replacement. Maybe even an improvement. ] You have my attention. I’m reconsidering. 💫 [ For the good of the environment and all. ]

That’s all she has time to send back, because then she is arriving, though whether or not it was within her 45-second guesstimate, she can’t say. But time no longer matters, as it always seems to vanish once she’s back in his company, and she slowly opens the yet-unlocked door that it seems to have taken a lifetime to reach. A joyful journey, as always, and since time stops being relevant anyway, what does it matter how long it might have taken? As long as it wasn’t taken alone, and it never is.

And she is wearing black, as she’d confessed – a simple, knee-high dress, black from bottom to top with lace at the chest and shoulders. Thanks to her subconscious, as they'd concluded, or divine intervention, or some other force at work in the galaxy. She couldn’t quite pretend to hate the color as much as she used to, at least on occasions like this, finding her way into the kitchen and feeling that it had without a doubt been too long. Excitement warms through her, followed closely by a smile, having no hope of subduing the delight that is already thrumming in her blood. Her eyes land on her breakfast date for the evening, discovering that he is indeed wearing a color other than black, and it seems like anything might be possible after all – even maple-glazed bacon being the answer to all of the galaxy’s troubles. It is already on the course to saving her night, if nothing else.

“Sorry it took so long, but I wanted to bring these for you,” she says by way of greeting, holding up a small package of blackberries. Just about the only black breakfast food she could find on a whim, and proof that black and sweet could coexist together – sometimes. There was bound to be a place for them somewhere. She’s only half hiding an amused smile, regardless, stepping forward to belatedly address a different issue. “And to answer your question, yes, I will accept a kiss in lieu of an apology.” Then, distractedly as she takes in his shirt again at closer range: “That’s a lovely color on you.”

[scaledwolf]

[ ooc: I'm down for all the prose! Heeee And all the threads! ]

Luckily for her, he hasn't been timing her from her messages to her arrival, merely grinning at that last message that she sent. He's glad that she's reconsidering a bath, because while showers could be fun he could definitely ensure that warm, extra attentive cleaning being seated, with his arms around her and her snuggled back against his chest in that soapy water. Which is absolutely what's on his mind as gray eyes slip up to meet hers as he offers her a smile at her entrance. Time is relative, and all that matters is that she's now standing in the kitchen with him, instead of somewhere else in the building. And time has to be standing still for a moment as he takes his time letting his eyes take in that black dress she's wearing, features saying without words that he finds her beautiful in her black dress, with just enough mischief in them that says he's totally won as the advocate for black in their fashion organization.

His pants are black, and a softer material than what he normally wears for every day or meetings. More casual, meant for a quiet night in with someone special than being out in public. And she is definitely wearing off on him considering his shirt is most definitely not black. Wearing off on each other when it comes to clothing, he's sure considering everything between them. His lips quirk into a smile at the blackberries as she greets him with them, moving to meet her half way. "You are most definitely worth the wait. As are the blackberries. I think they'll go perfectly with our maple-glazed breakfast," he offers with a soft chuckle. Because it's incredibly sweet of her to want to contribute to breakfast, but he's also not lost on the fact that out of everything she's bringing something black to breakfast.

One hand slips around her waist to draw her a little closer as he hums softly at her compliment. "Someone told me that a little color in my wardrobe would do wonders. Maybe I should listen to her a little more," he teases softly as he stretches out with the force to lock the door for them. Because he meant it when he said they should lock the door. He wants tonight to be just them. No worries, no stress, just an enjoyable maple-glazed mess with delicious food. Though since she did agree to it, he has an apology to offer. So he dips his head to kiss her softly, "I can't be sorry at how good black looks on you though," he teases against her lips before he pulls back just a little. His hand catches hers and he draws her over to the counter and the wolf head shaped waffle iron they'll be using tonight as he grins.

[nexubait]

[ ooc: omggg same i love them already! ;o; ♥ ]

It doesn’t matter how many times she’s glimpsed his eyes, because each time feels just as startling as the first. Gray, a bright, arresting gray, always unusual but also, somehow, deeply familiar. Like she’s been waiting all day to see them, which she realizes she has, and so it is also the first time all day that everything feels like it has finally fallen into place. All of the rigamarole of living and working now left to quietly vanish, allowing her to direct her attention wherever she might please. It has, of course, been several different places since she’d first found herself receiving a curious message: from weaponry, to mermaids, to sushi, and most recently to a bath, which is still lingering persuasively in the back of her mind. And nothing feels impossible, except for maybe the fact that she would be wearing black when he invited her to dinner, but there’s no denying it now, and she’s already enjoying the way they contrast and balance each other. It seems like a fair trade to wear a little bit of black if he was going to wear a little bit of color.

He hasn’t abandoned tradition completely, which she notes as her gaze roves down to take in his lower half, and then back up, a smitten smile hiding at the corners of her lips. It really did feel like a lifetime between each time they met, but breakfast-for-dinner was a special occasion no matter what. “I thought so, too. Sweet but not too sweet,” she muses, a playful glint in her eye suggesting that the company accounts for nearly all of the sweetness present. Anything else, such as a delectable maple glaze, is icing on the cake. All of it is already worth the wait, and she sets the berries aside in order to let herself be drawn in closer. There’s no keeping back a scoff of a laugh at what he says, however, because who would ever admit to needing to listen to someone else more? Almost everyone was resistant to change, especially stubborn men when it came to fashion, but he had always surprised her with his generous ability to listen. Even if it was only to her reminding him that black wasn’t the only color known to humanity.

“That’s your way of laughing at me, isn’t it?” It was hard to find anyone to listen to anything, most days, so it’s teased back with a smirk. A flick of her eyes follows the sound of the door locking a moment later, and a delighted chill slips down her spine, however simple the sound may be. But it does secure the promise that it will be just them, alone, and it’s a thought that melts smoothly into the brush of his lips against her own. A pleased hum follows, as well as a step closer so she can bring a hand up to his chest. Just long enough to feel the warmth through his shirt, and to lean up and chase the kiss for half a second more, relishing their new isolation and the imminent prospect of a maple-glazed night. “It’s a fluke, not mathematically likely to happen again,” she defends herself as she’s led to the counter, gaze soon falling upon what is most certainly a wolf’s-head waffle iron, and then a shamelessly charmed laugh is escaping. “I can’t believe I didn’t guess it would be wolf waffles. But how are we supposed to eat something so cute?”

@kivio - TFLN Hide-a-key 💧🌹🌟

[scaledwolf]

[ Continued from here ]

We do love our challenges, and I look forward to seeing how you run with it. 💥 I like being equally matched with you though. It makes it all the more fun to see who ends up on top any given time. Because it means we'll never have a guarantee, being so well matched. 🌄 I wouldn't call my tempting offers unfair in the slightest, because all is fair in temptation and luring you into my bed or letting me in. And wrong in the good ways when it comes to that fire, because it's only better when I show you so much more. 😘
And see, if I were there every night with you, it wouldn't have to keep you up all night thinking about it. ✌️ because I'd be there to help see those needs, wants, and dreams to fruition so you could go to sleep. 😏 And I can definitely show you just how much I need you, any time you're wondering. Though some of those showing you might need a thorough demonstration. Ensure there's enough time for all that magic and fire. 😉
That's true, I do like to make sense of things with you, because sometimes you turn my world upside-down in all the good ways. And that does sound interesting, and like your nose might end up against my skin if you enjoy it so much.

I'm sure we can find a way to stretch the frosting to cover both. Or maybe I'll pick up a second cupcake for use purely for the frosting. So you'll have ample ability to experiment with both options. We wouldn't want to leave you wondering for this experiment, would we? 🧪 But I don't want you to be annoyed with me, or ignore me. I love you too much for you to do that to me. 💝 I'm sure we could find a way to make that work, because I'd hate to cut the riding you enjoy short in any way. But are you sure two hours of riding won't be too vigorous if you have to go back to work after? We wouldn't want you falling asleep at your desk after your breaks. 🙃 And if you're right at my fingertips.
Not entirely, but we could always find a different game that makes you grin like this one does, were I to have my own key. I could always occasionally forget my key at home, so we'd still have to go through this sometimes too. [ He was hoping that the image he painted would have that effect on her imagination. ] I'm sure I want to spend every night with you, by your side, tangled in you, walking up next to you and maybe even occasionally surprising you with breakfast in the morning. It wouldn't feel long to me, it'd feel perfect. I already know it. 🖤

🔑💫💖

[kivio]

That we do, and I look forward to seeing whether or not you can keep up with me. ⏱️ [ Spoiler alert: he always does. Remarkable. ] We are pretty evenly matched, aren’t we? Like we’re two halves of the same moon. I’d be curious to know who ends up on top more often, though. Although it’d probably end up being perfectly fifty-fifty, just so I couldn’t ever use it against you. 🙄 It’s always a delightful journey to that point, especially when it travels through several different rooms. I do like being trapped in your car, too, come to think of it. 🚗 All is definitely not fair in temptation, and it is completely up to whoever is craftier. We’re pretty evenly matched there, too, unfortunately. 😩 And in terms of fire – there’s something to be said for when you hold nothing back. It’s a whole other level.
🤩 Do I hear a promise that you’re going to see to my needs, wants and dreams every single night? I’m familiar with your stamina already, but that’s a pretty tall order. 😏 And if you’re going to be around during work hours, too, I will have to experiment and see how much you need me, and when. Just so we’re on the same page at night and during the day. 📖 You know I expect nothing less than thorough, no matter the hour. There’s something doubly magical about finding a little lapse in the workday to play with fire, though. Or so I’ve read. 😇
My world’s been upside-down for months now, thanks to you. If I can blame a sensory body wash addiction for me needing to press every inch of myself against you throughout the evening, I will absolutely not hesitate. 👍

I’m in support of the second idea. There’s never anything wrong with two cupcakes, in any situation. Make sure it’s pretty frosting, though! 😍 No, I don’t like being left to wonder, even if my imagination can be pretty inventive in filling in the gaps. I’m already making a few notes regarding the locations for licking and the corresponding locations for being licked, so that we’re prepared. And I was only kidding, I can never manage to actually be annoyed at you, even when I think I have a right to be. Mostly I just feel the need to curl up on you. 🥺 Kind of like cats do when they’re done with everything and just sprawl out on you, no matter what you’re doing? Even if I think I should be ignoring you, I really just want to sprawl on you. There’s no event in this world that could cut any of my rides short, I guarantee you. 👌 Work included. At least then my mind can relive happier things while I’m chained to other responsibilities. But speaking of my desk… 👀

How do you know I’m grinning? 😠 I do have to say that I’m curious what games we could come up with, especially if you had open access. I’m sure I would never accidentally steal your key, either, just to keep you paying attention. 😁 [ It is having an effect on her, and one she was completely unprepared for. So that’s what it feels like to fall even deeper in love, when you thought you were already as lost as a person could be. ] I think maybe you actually are an undercover magician. How else can I explain you somehow taking me through the whole spectrum of happiness in one night? [ All the vivid colors of happiness – from wild lust to sweet affection to excitement to hope to joy to ecstatic love and back again. How? ] I am going to remember that you did just offer breakfast in bed, though. Even if all I want is you. 💕