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call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey - Kerberos - 11-06-2018 He waited for a moment when he could get her alone, something that was hard to come by with so many people wanting her attention, wanting to reunite or get some one on one time with her, something he could relate to all too well. Well, he was patient when it came to the kids at least. He was happy to sass his way into her view when the kids were occupied, regardless of who else might be around. Just needed to make sure his babies got to spend some time with their momma before he butted in. Then he did so shamelessly and with a hint of a wicked edge to his grin. “C’mere, babe,” he crooned, trailing his muzzle up the side of her neck and pausing just long enough to take in her scent. Maybe it’d get him some teeth to the face, but it’d be so damn worth it. “Wanna talk to you.” He managed to only put a little bit of a smirk into the word talk, managed to make it sound at least halfway sincere, which was good, ‘cause he meant it. He just also couldn’t help but flirt a little when it came to his lovely Lacey. With a little persistence and a grin that said he’d only get worse if she made him work for it too long, he managed to coax her away for a little privacy, then walked alongside her, hip and shoulder brushing against hers, reaching out to lip at her pretty mane, tail swishing with his step just enough to harass hers just a bit. “How you handling all of this, beautiful? Kind of a lot to take in.” RE: call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey - Wallace - 11-07-2018 Lacey A new home, it seemed. For now. It didn't really matter where she was, she was still just the same. True, Ischia had been her home and before that she had been a wanderer, a girl far too young to be on her own but damn determined to make it on her own since she'd lost her mother and twin. She had been only a child then, but she'd lost the mother that adopted her, too. RE: call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey - Kerberos - 11-08-2018 Kirby tilted his head and frowned a little, just a slight furrowing of his brow as he glanced Lacey’s way. He’d missed her while they were apart, even if it was only a week. Missed her sass and her fire and the way she pushed him away and told him to fuck off and die with a look that he damn well knew hid how he made her melt into a puddle of need. He’d made no claims to be like, a decent person or anything, but he’d thought they were on pretty good terms all things considered. Something about the go fuck yourself in her eyes felt a little more real this time though. He fell silent, walking alongside her without sidling up closer and trailing his lips along her skin or brushing his shoulder against hers again, just...just walking. Huh. Was...was it not just a game they played? He studied her out of the corner of his eye, silver gaze unusually solemn, feeling like maybe he was seeing her for the first time. He’d thought he’d fixed things between them, but maybe seducing her again and reminding her of one reason not to hate him hadn’t been enough? Huh. “Yeah, okay,” he said softly, nodding agreement even though he didn’t believe for a second that she really was fine. He sure as hell wasn’t. “Alright. How was your trip?” Maybe he could ask about something a little less loaded, a little less emotional. So she didn’t wanna talk to him about how shitty she was feeling right now over everything that had changed, he could deal with that. Change the subject to something a little more innocuous, instead. “You three have fun?” RE: call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey - Wallace - 11-09-2018 Lacey He seemed confused by her chilly demeanor. She couldn't imagine why. Or she supposed she could. She supposed she'd had enough energy to pretend for him, play along like she was la-dee-da fine and dandy, sure. Whatever made him happy. Which wasn't her. Whatever made it easier on him. RE: call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey - Kerberos - 11-11-2018 Kirby wasn’t oblivious to her exasperation with him. A little confounded, but for once not oblivious. Huh. He’d honestly thought they were good, and she was just...you know, prickly by nature. Spiky and spiny and delightfully sharp. This didn’t feel like banter though, didn’t feel like flirting overlayed with thorns. Well. Shit. “I’m glad the boys loved it,” he replied, sneaking a glance her way, trying to read her face, see deeper than the surface layer he tended to settle for. It was easy to settle for the surface when you kept most of who you were there anyhow. You wanna know Kerb? He’s right there, just ask, he’ll lay it out for you. Wanna know what he’s thinking? Nine times out of ten he’ll lay it out for you. He was never accused of being especially deep or...you know, thinky. Clever enough, but he was a pretty simple man. Hell, even this level of introspection was a lot for him. So it didn’t really occur to him all that fast that some people were a whole lot less straightforward. His Lacey, though. She was somethin’ else, huh? “What about you, though?” he asked again, ignoring the question of how he was doing and prodding a little deeper. Curious, meeting those gorgeous angel eyes of hers with silver ones that were actually looking for maybe the first time. “Did you have a good time? C’mon, tell me one moment that really stands out.” A tentative, hopeful smile lit his eyes, started at one corner of his lips as he raised his brows in encouragement. C’mon, baby, talk to me. RE: call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey - Wallace - 11-11-2018 Lacey "What about you, though?" He sounded so gentle, so genuine. RE: call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey - Kerberos - 11-21-2018 Oh whoa. Okay. His eyes widened a little as something a little disconcerting happened in his chest when she looked at him so intently, like...weird. He frowned, puzzled by the like weird flare of something...different? Maybe he was sick or gassy or something, probably nbd. Ate something that disagreed with him and that was why it felt a little bit like a spark or--look, nevermind, no big deal probably. Just caught off guard by that look in her eyes, one he didn’t really know, had never seen before. Sharp and intense and not like, fuck me lusting but something else he didn’t know. Huh. Anyhow. He brushed off the probably heartburn or whatever and coaxed her answer out of her with a gentle smile and a curious lift of his brow. But her answer made him frown a little too, another weird new thing happening in his insides. This one a little more raw and tight, like tension in his belly and a flare in his chest--man, maybe he really did eat something off, his body was doing weird shit. Better skip the grass and just absorb some iron out of the ground for a couple of days, clear his system. “See?” he asked, pushing the weird sensations out of his mind and focusing entirely on her. “Was that so bad?” A tiny, sassy little grin ‘cause he knew it kinda had been, but she did it anyhow and wasn’t that sweet of her? Ugh, but she asked about him again, not at all put off by his persistence in coaxing answers out of her. Damn. Well, she’d given him honesty, least he could do was the same. “I mean, I’m happy to hear more, always. Wanna know what’s going on with you, how you are. Seems like there’s a lot more going on in that gorgeous head of yours than meets the eye, you know? But okay, I’ll answer, if you want.” He shrugged a little, just a brief lifting of a shoulder. “Honestly? I’ve been a hell of a lot better, babe. Super worried about Kal, she was just starting to talk again after Taiga shit and then the whole world fell apart again and not a damn word since. Kharon’s got way too damn much to deal with too, trying to be a rock for Kali, trying to figure out how he relates to Kylin now that she’s...I mean, our age? Older? That’s gotta be rough. “Really fucking glad you and Reilly and Bads are safe and didn’t get anywhere near as left-behind as Kylin, though I mean if it’d meant Ky didn’t have to spend all that time alone--so I mean, feeling selfish as fuck that I’m glad you three got caught up in time wonkiness too. But I think it mighta broken Kali more than she could come back from if it’d been all of you. Tryin’ to find out who me an’ Ky are to each other now that she’s all grown up and probably doesn’t need a dad who’s younger than she is, but maybe needs a friend who loves her unconditionally, I can do that at least. “I dunno, baby, I’m like just wanting to push through this and make everything okay and there’s really no way to do that. No way to make up for leaving her, even if it was an accident. No way to make things better for anyone I care about, and that sucks pretty hard. What about you? You wanna tell me anything other than you’re fine?” RE: call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey - Wallace - 11-28-2018 this time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face Wallace RE: call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey - Kerberos - 12-01-2018 Huh. She shot him down flat, and not in like a flirty sassy playin’ hard to get, give it one more shot baby kinda way either. Kirby frowned a little, tilted his head to look at her. “Oh. Okay. Sure, I mean, if...you know, you’re tired or...yeah, no, cool. Okay. I’ll...go bother somebody else, yeah? Haven’t given Reilly a hard time since you guys got back, and I’d sure love to see little Baddie.” He looked at her a little longer though, silver eyes studying her with a pensive little frown. This definitely didn’t feel like a flirt and touch and kiss and make it better kinda moment. Which were really the ones he was best at. Those and sassing relentlessly and getting himself into trouble, but again. Not a time for sass, it seemed. Okay. He watched her turn away from him, let his eyes rove her sexy ass, covered in lace he’d carved into her skin so long ago now, and he tried to make sense of things. Trip went fine. She and Reilly went out, he sang to her, the boys had a good time. She was adamantly fine and that was all she wanted to say. Okay. That was not a whole lot of information for him to go off of, and there was clearly a lot for him to piece together. Okay but he really had no idea where to start. “You...can talk to me, you know. If you want to. I know that’s not like, a thing we traditionally do or whatever, but…” He trailed off with a little shrug. “You’re my Lacey, you know? I’m here. If...if you want me to be. I’m listening. I know shit’s hard right now, but it’s a little easier together. If you need to be by yourself, cool, no worries, I won’t push. But if being alone sucks and makes it harder, then...maybe don’t be.” He took a little step toward her, unsettled by how hesitant it was, by the little flutter of nerves when he offered, “I could come with you. Curl up somewhere cozy and hold you. You don't have to be alone, if...if you dont wanna be.” RE: call me the world's sexiest killing machine; lacey - Wallace - 12-01-2018 this time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face Wallace |