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

[oathbreaker]

[ there's not so much hesitance in his lack of response at first, so much as a desire to make her work for it. he enjoys knowing exactly what she intends, her seductive entreaties that are so familiar after all these long years. his eyes remain half-open, lidded, as he watches her, raising one hand to her cheek, and when he can no longer restrain himself from giving into her enticements, his lips capture hers with a sudden swell of possessive desire. ]

[brotherfucker]

[She makes a soft sound of desire when he's finally kissing her, really kissing her. She still closes her eyes when they kiss, the last remnants of girlish naivete and thinking life is a song; the young girl should kiss with her eyes closed. Her arms come up around his neck, holding him close to her.]

[oathbreaker]

[ the kiss doesn't regain any gentleness at all, as he draws her nearer as if he could make her a physical part of him, something that could never be divided from his side again. his lips break off from hers to make a demand in her ear: ] Tell me you'll be thinking of me every time he takes you in his drunken reveries and fits of debauchery.

[brotherfucker]

I will. [The promise comes breathless and hushed as she drags her fingers through his hair.] Only you, brother, my sweet brother.

[oathbreaker]

[ he lets out a shuddering breath against her neck, and buries his lips against her shoulder. ]

[brotherfucker]

[She kisses his neck, both hands holding his hair now, and clutches him close, as if she could join them into one just standing here.]