dimlylitclown asked: I trust you.
Anthony studied her quizzically for a moment, as he tried to recall if she knew him as Anthony or as Demony. He found he couldn’t recall, and so he went the smart ass route, since that was usually a pretty safe bet.
"Now," he started, easy grin curling into place, "when you say ‘trust,’ is that fiscally, or emotionally, or physically, or…?"She hummed thoughtfully. “My life will never be so dire as to become an episode of Will and Grace. Loquacious is definitely the better term.” There was a brief pause. “Although, in certain circles, laconic would work just as well.”
"But then you’re just getting into semantics," Anthony said, "and no one likes a technicality." Unless it was a helpful technicality. Obviously. "Besides, loquacious just sounds better than laconic."
Kez considered this. “You have a point. Loquacious sounds pretty awesome. Ironic, though, giving the meaning of the word and the fact that the end of the word sounds like ‘shush’.” She let out a snicker. “I like irony.”
Absolutely gorgeous, actually. Wanna see?
That’s rather tempting, actually. In a weird, weird way.
You adorable little shit. It would almost be worth a reciprocal picture if I owned more leather or spandex.
Or has the desire to put on a dress.
More? That indicates that you own some.
I own a leather jacket. That’s about it.
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[For your brother? -snickers- I’m sorry, that was mean and rude]
Pahaha, it’s fine. It was probably more depressing for him, considering there’s seven years between us and as far as he’s aware, I’m mostly asexual but with bisexual tendencies. Well, you could say I’m asexual. I’m not particularly interested in sex with anyone but I’m still capable of wanting/needing it.
I don’t even know.
Also unsure why I’m saying this O.o
She bites her lip as his eyes widen and darken, her breath quickening a fraction as she takes a longer drink this time. “Wade. I need you to finish your drink. Quickly.” Okay, so this was probably going to be stupid, but the alcohol had possibly gone to her head more than she’d been letting on during her teasing and even if it hadn’t, if there was a shitstorm later, she could potentially blame it on the alcohol… She gathered her thoughts again, focussing on Wade, taking another, steady sip.
“That… Is going to be a whole world of fun in the morning. Really. I hope you have painkillers and coffee, luv. You’ll need it.”
Because Wade Wilson is an asshole, even when it hurts him, he slows down, taking a sip every thirty seconds or so and giggling quietly to himself as he gets more uncomfortable, because she probably is, too.
“I’ve had hangovers before. I mean, not for a while, Tony’s stuff is more than a hangover, it’s a goddamn car wreck in the morning, but I do know how to deal with them.” He can’t actually remember the last one, but that’s not important. He’s nursed— well, berated— other people through plenty.
She lets out a low growl as he slows down, draining the last from her glass before reaching out and taking his, placing it on the bar before she crowds into his space, curling her fingers through his hair and pulling him down into a kiss, biting gently at his lower lip in rebuke, emitting a soft, whimpering noise every so often as she attempts to tug him as close as she can while still being acceptable for a public place. Releasing him, she raises an eyebrow, gesturing to the glass. “Think you can finish your drink quickly?”
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What’s all this hoo-hah about the notes? I missed something, didn’t I?
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… One of my housemates… Which, now I think about it, sounds rather petty…
I specialize in petty.
You just keep doing things that make you my favourite =D
Loki may get upset if you steal away his “chew toy”.
Loki can suck my balls. I’m laying claim.
Well, don’t that just make a girl feel special?
Kez is an ungrateful lover.
I just found the picture of our tummies again, Amy. Pahahaha. Tummy. I wanna prod it.
Also, why do I look vaguely pinky gold and you so damn white? I am not happy about that.
Why aren’t I pale?