Monday, January 3, 2022

Submit a picture of your muse

 


Nate:


"On one hand those pants are very eye catching. Nice choice friend. However what I REALLY want to know is.... What kind of bike you riding? Or is that just for show?" ~Bloodhair

Nate: "It's just for show. I borrowed it from Trent, who ..."acquired" it in the Mojave."


Trent:


"Men wearing turtlenecks needs to stop. You all look like pussies. Got a fanny pack to bitch?" ~Sigefrid

Trent: "No, I don't own a fanny pack. I do drag boulders and trees for fitness, though, and this keeps me from getting rope burn."

"Are you dragging them with your NECK!?" ~ Sigefrid

Trent: "No. I just like to be cozy. But I can take it off, if you prefer."


"No.... " Sigefrid replied nearly looking suddenly uncomfortable by the others comment and actions.

Trent grinned and put his shirt back on. "Turtleneck it is!"


Sebastian:


"Is it weird I have the sudden urge to just... Flick a nipple?" ~Dagfinn

Sebastian blinked. "What?"

"What!? I'll let you flick mine!" Dagfinn replied just flashing one nipple with an eyebrow waggle at the guy.

"Fair enough." Sebastian grinned. "Go ahead."

"Ha!" The male nearly looked gleeful that he's just succeeded and moving forward he soon flicked the others nipple with a finger before he shot a glance back over his shoulder towards where some of his friends were standing and grinned wickedly. He was definitely collecting that money for being dared to pull this shit.

Sebastian smirked and flicked the other man's nipple back. "There you go. Satisfied?"

(as Serena)


"Having a seriously hard time looking anywhere but your eyes right now. They're beautiful" ~Bloodhair

"Thank you, that is so sweet!" Serena batted her lashes at him.

"Anytime gorgeous" Bloodhair replied with a bit of a sly wink.

Serena winked back with a little giggle. "So... where are you from?"

"Norway, unless you mean more specifically" He replied with a small shrug. "You?"

"United States, unless you mean more specifically." Serena grinned. "Do all Norwegian men grow their hair out like you?"

Nathaniel watched this exchange, laughing quietly behind his fist; this was going to be fun.

Serena rolled her eyes and shoved Nate, hard, out of the room. "Butt. Out," she snapped through clenched teeth.

"Uuhh kind of I suppose?" Bloodhair replied before eyeing the other from earlier with a sort of snort. "Friend of yours?" He asked looking to Serena with a raised eyebrow.

"... You could call him that. I wouldn't," Serena scoffed. "Can I touch your hair?"

"Umm.... " He suddenly looked a bit nervous and vagally uncomfortable at the question for a moment. For a moment he seemed to glance over his shoulder before finally shrugging. "I guess? Not sure I see the appeal though. They ain't snakes." He replied a bit jokingly about the thick dreads that hung just past his shoulders. Though he did start to regret agreeing only seconds after remembering there was likely a fair amount of horse blood still soaking into them from earlier that day.

Serena smiled and reached out a hand, gently stroking his dreads. She recognized the consistency of blood immediately, but didn't flinch.

"Rough day?" she asked. "Can I help you clean up?"

"More like thrilling day" He replied in response with a bit of a smirk as he looked down at her slowly following her every movement and his arms moved across his chest. A slight smirk began to pull at the corner of his lips as he heard her question. "Do you offer that to every stranger you meet? Beginning to sound as if you're coming onto me" He replied faintly whispering the last part as he shot the other a bit of suspicious yet amused look.

"Only the ones with blood in their hair," Serena teased. "Your idea of a thrilling day sounds like my idea of a thrilling day," she murmured, stroking his hair a little more.


Faustus: "I should not care what a mortal such as yourself thinks of me, but I shall deign to admit myself curious for the time being."


"You look like my old math teacher who used to send me to detention at least twice a week. Pretty sure he got fired for fucking a teenage boy to" Riz replied all to casually with a shrug.

"Foolish of him to get caught," Blackwood remarked. "I'll have you know that I am the Headmaster of the Academy of Unseen Arts."

"That explains it.... And now I'm mildly uncomfortable" Riz remarked making a bit of a face of disgust at the mere thoughts that had just crossed his mind.

"Blackwood makes everyone uncomfortable," Nate butted in to remark. "He tried to kill Trent and me the first night we met. He does have that creepy schoolteacher look, but he's hard to take seriously once you get to know him."

Father Blackwood huffed and crossed his arms. "Pay no mind to Nathaniel," he said haughtily. "You've no reason to be uncomfortable."

Riz eyed the new male with a bit of a raised eyebrow. "No shit? Hadn't noticed" He remarked before sort of snickering a bit at the others dismissal of the other. "Well you did just state a child molester was foolish to get caught soo.... Makes you sound like a weirdo to" He told the other glancing Blackwood over with a bit of disgust and uncertainty again.

"Well, I, er--" Blackwood was caught off-guard. "I wasn't aware that by "teenager" you meant the younger set. Eighteen and nineteen are also teenagers."

"Yea.... He slept with A CHILD" Riz replied before actually sort of chuckling and shaking his head. "Like sixteen or seventeen I can't remember details. Still weird seeing as he was probably in his forties at the time" He explained to the other before moving to fish a cigarette from the inside the leather kutte he wore. "Dude was weird. Keep talking so you continue to sound less like him" he teased a bit finally cracking a bit of a dorky smirk.

Blackwood cracked a rare smile back. "I'm in my forties," he pointed out. "That sounds far too young to be interesting. I won't go younger than twenty, at least in physical age. Chronologically I would prefer if they were at least 25." Through his posh accent, he could hear himself beginning to ramble. Damn those boys for being such a bad influence!

"Ah yeah... I'm old as dirt almost. So I prefer at least thirty five plus at this point. Any younger they start getting immature and annoying" He replied rather nonchalantly as he moved to place the cigarette between his lips and lit it up.

Faustus thought of Nathaniel and Trent, who were 31, and Sebastian, who was 32, and smiled to himself, secretly agreeing with Riz. But what he said instead was, "My wife is about 25."

"About twenty-five?" Riz cast the the other a raised eyebrow as a quirky smirk played at the corner of his lips. "You know how old she is right? Pretty sure every female I know would kill their man if he forgot that kind of thing" He sort of teased the other as he blew some of the smoke from his cigarette out and moved to lean more against the doorway where he'd been nearly the entire duration of said conversation.

"I was under the impression it was rude to ask a lady's age, and besides, she's never told me. I'm certain it's on her intake paperwork somewhere, but I never bothered to look it up."

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