just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.
1.  Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.  It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me.  If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2.  In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.  No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list.  If you leave it to me, it is likely that I will give you someone I haven't tried yet, haven't tried much, or haven't played in a long while.
3.  just rp with me.  if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse.  if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[yeahihidmypants]

[He takes a breath, watching her and listening to the things she was saying. It was hard for him to say that he would've told her, that he would've done things differently - because things already went this way. He'd already hurt her and he can't go back from that.

Even if he wishes there was a way to do that very thing.

His head tips slightly, making sure to look in her eyes and just pay attention to her. He wanted to memorize every feature, every flicker of fire in her eyes and the way her mouth curved up with a smirk when she knew she was right.]

I would never want to tell you what to think, Lois. I didn't want you to think I was keeping something from you because it was a bad thing. That I would do something to hurt you.

[He frowns and rubs the back of his neck.]

I wish I could tell you that dinner was to tell you, that I had planned it all to bring you into that side of my life -- but that side of my life is dangerous. It's... it's part of me, but it's not all of me.

There are parts of my life that I try, I tried to keep close because they're worth it to me. [He pauses.] You were worth it to me, it's why I wanted dinner - because maybe I wasn't going to tell you everything, but I wanted to tell you something. Maybe it would've been everything, but I hadn't planned on it.

I didn't plan on the party crasher either.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ there's a lot she could say to all that, but she has one very important thing to say here first. ]

So you and Fishnets weren't...

[yeahihidmypants]

[He meets her eyes, shaking his head.]

No, not in the least.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ she does her best to hide her relief ]

Not that I ever really figured her for your type.

[yeahihidmypants]

[He watches her features, knowing how hard she's trying to hide everything. He tries not to let it be known, instead he takes a step in closer to her. His hand reaches for hers. It's a light hold.]

Nowhere near my type. [He keeps his hold on her gaze, trying to make the implication extremely clear.]

[loisfuckinglane]

[ her fingers instinctively tighten a bit around his... but then she pulls her hand away, narrowing her eyes slightly. ]

That does not mean you're totally off the hook here, buster. [ but her humor makes it clear that she's not really truly pissed either. ]

[yeahihidmypants]

I'm fully prepared to remain on said hook. [He takes a breath though, letting out the one he'd been holding onto waiting for her to hit him or worse, walk out again.]

Can I take you to dinner? It's a bit too late to salvage the one I had set up. All those dishes... they're broken.

[loisfuckinglane]

If I say yes, is that going to compromise my stand of indignant anger?

[yeahihidmypants]

Stand of indignant anger is remaining in tact. Dinner is just a benefit of you tolerating me for a meal. [He smiles at her, it's a warm genuine smile.]

[loisfuckinglane]

I think I can manage one night of tolerance.

[yeahihidmypants]

Then I need to make sure it leaves an impression. [He's going to risk that closeness again, his hand reaching out to touch to her elbow first. Serving as a temporary holding pattern while he figures out what he wants to do next.

Instead of doing what he wants to do, instead he lets his touch slide down her arm, reaching for her fingers again.]

I'd hate for you to put up with me and it be another lousy night.

[loisfuckinglane]

[ she lets her fingers brush his... and then gives them one squeeze before withdrawing her hand deliberately, raising one finger between them. ] Nobody gets tied up this time.

[yeahihidmypants]

[He smiles at her, it's half amused - half realizing why he fell in love with her in the first place.]

That is a guarantee.