It’s been a long time coming, but I think it is about time I announce my exit.
My muse has been very selective and I have barely had any time to get online to do what little replies I have the muse for. It is not fair to keep you lovely people waiting for replies, for weeks on end. Seeing as I haven’t been around, no one has dropped by to plot with my muses either. Plus, my open starters never get any traction.
So, I think it’ll be for the best if I exit.
I’m not deleting this blog. So, anyone who wants to stay in touch with me can IM me here. I have the app on my phone so, I’ll respond to IMs.
If you want to continue writing with me, I’d be happy to give you my discord!
It has been a lovely run. Thank you for all the love you all have given me and my muses. I cherish all the stories we’ve weaved and all the ships that we’ve built. The many friendships I forged through this blog will always be precious to me.
In a particularly morbid mood today… give me some morbid/dark/angst threads? Loss of a loved one, terminal illness, grief, etc. Like this post and I’ll drop into your IMs to plot!
And.. I’m happy to announce, I have cleared my drafts! Apologies for the delay, I started a new job and was settling into it. Hope you’re all safe and well, and that your new year has started one a positive note.
She couldn’t help but huff a small chuckle at his words. While she was a corporate lawyer, she was more than capable of representing herself and her companion, in this case, if need be. His following words ignited the same flutter of nervousness as before. She’d never been in this situation was an understatement. The only time she had ever visited a police station was to get her client out, and that was also just *once*. So, the idea of staying overnight was something to be worried about. “Oh, no, no, no, no… I’m not letting them keep us overnight.” She sighed, because she knew that she was going to sound like a stereotypical rich white girl as she added, “I come from a family of lawyers, one of the most powerful families on the east coast… The sheriff would be better off not crossing the Wells.” Despite those brave words laced with threat, Stella felt an unease in her bones.
it was only a matter of time before the two of them were flushed from the records office, as though they were a pair of fugitives and not simply making good, legal use of the county files. cristián kept a cool air about him, despite the looming threat of local law enforcement and observing a second squad car, red and blues flashing, pull up to the building. he diligently sifted through paperwork and documents strewn across the table, stuffing them haphazardly into manila folders and then storing them away in his knapsack. her words cause a breath of laughter to push past his lips and a slight shake of his head. “ uh, i don’t think that’s gonna fly around these parts, miss wells. no offense, but these aren’t the type of people to care about influential families who are outta reach here. ” at least, for the time being. this was the sticks. a small town that made its own rules, actual laws be damned. “ like i said, worse comes to worse, we gotta stick it out a few hours in the can. i got my papers with me and if they try to dispose them in some way, i’ve documentation that you can use that will hold this podunk department up in court for a long time. ”
His laugh made the lawyer bristle for a moment, her jaw set as she looked away from him, briefly. He wasn’t wrong. Small towns, like the one that they’d found themselves in, were notorious for making their own rules. They were like pseudo-fiefdoms of the officials running the place. Her hands continued to move, nevertheless, helping him gather all the incriminating evidence that they had come in search of. If she was going to spend a night behind bars, she might as well do something good before that. “Do you have any experience spending the time behind bars, because I certainly do not know how to ’stick it out a few hours in the can’,” came her response as she handed him the last of the files. She wasn’t exactly taunting or insulting him. He was the only one she could trust given the circumstances, and wasn’t planning on making enemies with the one ally she had. “Can we… make a run for it?” She asked after moment, though she knew the answer to that question already. There wasn’t one, but two police cars outside the building now. Their chances were probably slim to none.
He laughed heartily at her candid review of his sweater. “Wearing ugly sweaters at Christmas is a sacred tradition, Sofia,” he remarked playfully. Though, nodding the next minute he replied, “She really did have a talent for ugly Christmas sweaters, I agree. You should see the one with Rudolph that she made me when I was younger.” With a chuckle the detective took a sip of his beer. “Though, where is your Christmas spirit? Why are you looking so… chic?”
“Oh, there’s a Rudolph one too? That one I have to see.” Sofia’s smile always lit up her face, it really was one of her best features. She bobbed her head gently before explaining her lack of Christmas cheer. “I just came from work. We’re all sparkles and glitter, but sadly no Christmas sweaters and nothing that’s really appropriate to wear outside of the club.” She shrugged. “I did mean to pick up a Santa hat on my way here, but it completely slipped my mind.”
The way her face lit up made the trussed up Christmas tree pale in comparison, noted Orion while he paused mid-sip. Recovering within a fraction of a second, he replied, “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait till next Christmas for that.” He raised a brow and added, “Unless, you’re planning to try it on and get into the Christmas spirit with me… In which case, I’d be happy to get it for you.” He nodded in understanding, chuckling a little at her mention of appropriate clothing. “Who decides what is appropriate and what isn’t?” It was more of a rhetorical musing than a question, per se. Taking the hat off his on head, he held it out for her, “There you go. Problem solved!”
Laughing at his joke, she replied playfully, “Doesn’t Disney have you covered, though?” In case it wasn’t evident that she was just joking, she added quickly, “I’m just kidding.” It was such a light and breezy conversation that Stella didn’t even feel like she had just stumbled across him — quite literally — and was supposed to be on a blind date with him. “Oh, I think they are going to be very smug about us showing up together, even if surprised. I can already imagine Wendy wiggling her brows at me while trying not to squeal in excitement,” the brunette replied with an amused smile that was paired with a roll of her eyes. Thanking him softly, Stella stepped inside feeling butterflies flutter inside her at his chivalry, again. His next words, however, made her smile shyly, “The feeling is mutual.” As they walked up to the maitre’d she greeted the young lady warmly. “Good evening, Donna. How have you been? I think there’s a reservation for four under Wendy Brewer?” The maitre’d responded with a bright smile and led them to the table where their friends were already seated.
“If I don’t get at least a thumbs up, I’ll be very surprised.” Hades laughed softly as he smiled to himself. He was a little surprised to hear Stella speak so casually to the maitre’d, almost as if they were friends. Apparently he’d been there before. He was happy to hear though that he wasn’t the only one pleased thus far by their connection. Walking with Stella to the table, sure as hell, he got a thumbs up from his friend and Wendy wiggled her eyebrows just as Stella had had warned her she would. “Well hello hello! What’s going on here? Do you guys know each other? How funny is that!” Wendy chimed as she stood to greet Hades. Hades shook Chad’s hand before giving Wendy a polite kiss to her cheek. “We actally met on the way in.”
The brunette shook her head at her friend who got up to give the former a hug while whispering in her ear, “Isn’t he handsome?” Chad greeted Stella like the way Hades was greeting Wendy; with a kiss to her cheek. Hades’ answer made the lawyer chuckle softly. “It was more like, he saved me from making an absolute fool of myself on the sidewalk,” Stella supplied, taking her seat beside Wendy, across from Chad. “I was about to fall flat on my face thanks to my heels slipping on a patch of ice, but he swooped in and saved me just as I stumbled,” she explained when their friends looked at her with raised brows, because the idea of Stella making a fool of herself – even in private – was quite unimaginable to those who knew her well. “He’s a hero, your friend,” the brunette added with a chuckle, looking at Chad after a brief shy glance at the man in question.
He quirked a brow at her playful words, smirking at what seemed to be light flirtation. Though, he didn’t read too much into it. Samantha was always like that, playful and flirty. “You know I love it when you fight,” the words fell from his lips before he could hold them back. Great, now it felt like he was flirting with her. Though, was he? You’d never know. They had both been troublemakers growing up, so his words weren’t technically far-fetched. They’d been in their shares of fights. He couldn’t but laugh at her revulsion to the idea of an Applebee’s. “Who is this Snooty Miss Big City Girl? And what have you done with my Sam?” He jested, before adding, “You know I’m always ready to explore new places to eat.” He had always enjoyed the milkshakes she used to smuggle to him when he used to wait around to take her home. So, she knew what a big foodie he was. That hadn’t changed one bit over the years. As she told him to hurry back after telling him that she’d wait, made man laugh. “Always full of contradictions,” he called over his shoulder. “Be back in five!”
As promised, he returned in five minutes, sporting a grin on his features while pulling a leather jacket over his uniform. The jacket that Sam had gifted him on his birthday, the year she left. “Ready for a ride?” He asked the pretty blonde, leading them to his motorbike.
Why did that excite her so much? It shouldn’t have made her heart skip a beat. But here she stood, unable to help the way her eyes moved over him. Maybe she was a snooty big city girl now, but she couldn’t help having a little more refined taste she had obtained living in the big city. One thing she always wondered was why he never left, and why he hadn’t ever come to see her. If he had missed her as much as she had missed him, why hadn’t he ever tried to come see her? Why hadn’t he come to make sure she had found a place, why had he abandoned her.
That jacket looked even better on him now than it had before. It fit him better now that he was broader in the shoulders. That jacket was the last thing she had seen him in before she had left. And he still had it? “Oh absolutely. I was born ready.” Samantha followed him over to the bike and waited for him to get on the familiar motorcycle before she followed suit, swinging her leg around the other side so that her body could press to his back and her arms could wrap around his waist from behind. “This okay?” She asked, over his shoulder, resting her chin on him just like she used to.
When Sam had announced her plans of leaving their small town to go for bigger pastures, Orion had been left gobsmacked. He should’ve realised that she was mean for bigger things, yet it hadn’t sat well with him that she wanted to leave it all – leave him – behind. However, he didn’t want to stop her, because she was meant to climb higher. So, he just consoled himself and accepted the fact that this was going to be their last year together. And he didn’t want to ruin it for them.
Now, half a decade later, she was back in the town, visiting, and Orion’s feelings were all jumbled up again. However, like before, he was offering consolations to his heart and playing the best friend role to the best of his ability. She was here for a few days, and he was going to ensure that she enjoyed herself. Her response made him laugh softly. She was born ready, for sure. Always ready for mischief, for anything spontaneous. Though, he wasn’t ready for what happened next. He felt her body press up against his – just like old times – and felt a bolt of current run through his being. He wasn’t so sure anymore that he’d be able to keep a hold on his emotions for too long if things continued this way. Clearing his throat he nodded. “It’s perfect. Hold on tight.” With that warning he took off, zipping down the roads – within speed limit – to their favourite diner for milkshakes.
Removing his glasses, Orion pinched the bridge of his nose as his eyes shuttered close for a moment. This had got more complicated than he’d expected. “He needs to wake up soon, because we are on the clock,” he grumbled, putting his glasses back on and looking down at the prone figure resting against the wall. They’d been careful to tie the unconscious person up, just in case he gets any interesting ideas upon waking up. “Do you want to wait it out or force him awake?”
“ if we want to get outta here with little fuss from the locals, we’re going to have to wake him up ––––– or dispose of him someplace, cut our losses and hope he doesn’t remember our faces. ” there were voices around them, in the distance, but not so far away. close enough to have him on edge, a hand eager to draw the muzzled pistol at his side, and eyes scouring the room for the nearest exits. “ it’s your call, but if you can’t wake him up in the next five seconds, i’m out that door. ”
Orion agreed with his companion. If they didn’t want to compound their problems they’ll have to leave soon. However, they were so close. To leave without what they had come looking for would be such a waste of time and effort. While neither of them was sure that this man, on the floor, had the information they needed, he was their best bet. “I doubt he won’t remember our face. You know we’ll have to take him out, either way,” Orion responded, crouching before the prone figure. The voices were drawing near. He put a hand upon the unconscious man’s elbow, and pinched. The man woke up with curses which were thankfully muffled by the cloth gagging him. “Hey,” he tapped the guy’s face a few times to get him to focus, “Hey— look at me. Look at me! Where is Strisend? Huh? Where is it? Hey— hey, can you hear me?” Orion glanced over his shoulder at Hasan, to ask how much time they had left before they had to absolutely get out of there.
hydroxyzine interlude, aaryan shah — and i’m slipping through; right back to you
ten minutes had passed since they’d reached the destination and she was still in the driveway. her feet were already on the floor, the cold air whipping at her legs. all she needed to do was exit the vehicle fully, and make her way to the door ( to allow her driver to judge her in peace ). the hesitancy was not due to fear, or nervousness but the unwillingness to reconcile with the fact that she was actually doing this. it was a bad idea. but samara was addicted to those— among others. biting the bullet, she finally stepped out of the car, before swift strides lead her to the door. without thinking twice,she knocked. and then the wait began. @curlsncynefin
The smoke of cigarettes hung in the air, a tumbler of whiskey resting upon the side table, while forest hues scanned the pages with fervour. Just a lazy evening for Gabriel as he waited for his guest. Then, a knock was heard, and the book closed with a soft snap. With a smile, he took to his feet. Every time they got together like this, and every time they swore it would be their last. Yet, here she was again, just like she had been many times before. Dressed effortlessly yet looking chic as usual, the man opened the door to greet his guest with a smile. “Good evening, my dear. Please, come in,” his aristocratic drawl was complemented by his courteous smile as he extended an arm towards his living room. “I must say, you look like a vision,” he added in the same tone, gaze trailing down her form languidly. “May I take your coat?” All the hospitality was just a prelude to the things to come.
