Here, Take The Blade. (Ghost, Teaching Aggie To Wield Bladed Weapons)

“ here, take the blade. ” (Ghost, teaching Aggie to wield bladed weapons)

outlast: whistleblower. / accepting!

her gaze lowers to the blade. she didn't actually expect either soap or ghost to take her interest in learning to fight with any sort of blade seriously. she just thought she'd get brushed off, especially by ghost, who seemed more than eager to be done with her. regardless, she supposes she should be grateful that he's at least willing to try. finally agatha nods and takes the sword from him, fingers wrapping around the hilt. it's a little heavier than she imagined, the tip dipping down slightly before she gets a better hold on it. " okay... n-now what? " she asks timidly, looking up at ghost for guidance or some instruction.

in need of a distraction so i will be attempting drafts + asks

thinking about giving agatha a condition known as "asteroid hyalosis", which causes particles to form in the eyes and give them a sparkling effect. the doctor that discovered the condition describes the particles as "stars on a clear night". it's uncommon for it to have an effect on someone's sight and even more uncommon for surgery to be required

"Can I go down on you" (Shiro)

consent is sexy. / accepting!

it wasn't really sex that made her afraid, it was the being even more vulnerable part that makes her afraid. it was letting shiro see her in her entirety, completely laid bare before him. admittedly, it was why she waited so long. he knew that, he knew she wanted to wait until she felt ready and comfortable, even when it was driving him a bit crazy. agatha appreciated it, of course, that he was willing to wait. he never pressed, never pushed, he gave her time. they did try a few times, but she backed out before shiro could remove her clothes.

he knew of her scars, had even seen the ones on her arms, but agatha didn't let him see the extent of them and just how many more covered her body. part of her did worry there would come a point where he would draw a line, where it would be too much and he would leave. his girlfriend was too scarred, too damaged, to continue to love. agatha feels horrible for believing these things of him, of a man as good and kind as shiro, but it was just the way her mind worked. deep down, she was always afraid. afraid she was too damaged and too much for anyone.

but she wasn't. not really, not to shiro.

agatha watches with baited breath as he helps her out of her skirt and panties, her fingers curling into the blankets under her. she swallows as she studies his expression, expecting some mixture of sadness, frustration, and perhaps worst of all, disgust. surely all the pain and hurt she has caused herself would disgust shiro, right? it doesn't seem to, though. rather he gazes down at her in understanding and love. it's not like he didn't know how much agatha took all her bullies had said, the things they'd done, to heart. no, he knew well enough by now.

maybe he was consoled by the fact there were no new marks in sight. she hadn't been in that dark mindset for a little while now. they were both quite busy with the big move, really, her mind focused on other things. they were finally in the new house though they haven't yet fully unpacked everything. even in their bedroom she can see things are still in boxes and bins. even that isn't her focus at the moment. she's still focused on shiro, watching him, taking in that loving expression of his. he gazes at her in reverence, like she was a work of art. a statue, weathered but still beautiful.

all of agatha's fears regarding how he might look at her just... melt away, and she visibly relaxes more and she finally exhales. she smiles now, reaching for one of his hands, holding it in her own and lacing their fingers together. she watches shiro as he gives her hand a squeeze and begins to lower himself.

can i eat you out?

the question makes agatha's heart flutter as she's overcome by excitement and anticipation. her cheeks flush hotly and she gives a nod. " please? i-i-i r-really want to f-feel your mouth. "

" oh, we're going there, are we? " an amused smile forms on the faerie as she crosses her arms over her chest. to be fair, as needy a child as she had been, she can see why alucard's first assumption would be that something was wrong. there wasn't, though. at least, not this time. agatha looks away, grinding the toe of her shoe into the floor as she mumbles out, " i would've asked sir integra directly, but she intimidates me. "

her gaze drifts back upward and she relaxes, standing still. " what did you even think could've been wrong? "

HIS FORM HAD MANIFESTED RATHER QUICKLY . seras had made it seem as though it was urgent , curse that foolish girl & her well intent . his protectiveness over the small creature made it that alucard tended to visit her as often as he could in between their missions . [ still , he is rather unamused that his nature of something so familiar lingered on his tongue . ] nonetheless , he turns his head to the side once he is fully formed in her room , looking around the room just in case anything was out of line .

❝ hmph . tough talk for someone that use to sob whenever i left for my missions as a child . ❞

thinking about fae maybe having the ability to give up their immortality if they feel their mortal partner is the one they want to be with for the rest of their life