Soryn Moves To Take A Seat At The Bar Now. " Yeah? Quite The Trick. I Admire Your Flexibility. " They

soryn moves to take a seat at the bar now. " yeah? quite the trick. i admire your flexibility. " they say with a chuckle. most would definitely argue one would have to be small and slender to achieve such flexibility, but after seeing the way this man moved and the grace in his actions, it was easy enough to argue that wasn't always the case. anyone could move that way with enough practice.

" just for me, hm? " they grin, ordering drinks for themself and whatever the man had previously. " does that mean you might be inclined to show off just how flexible you are with an audience of one? " soryn's gaze flickers up to him as they bring the glass to their lips, a glint of mischief in their golden eyes.

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

" all i could think about today was you. " ( hayden and aggie )

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having a job that isn't as demanding as hayden's means she's usually home before he is. she could get the penthouse a bit cleaned up (because agatha felt it was good to come back to a neat and tidy home), dinner cooked, and anything else that really needed doing. given everything he's done for her, and continues to do, agatha only felt it was fair, even when he would argue otherwise. there are things she enjoys doing, and one of them is making hayden happy.

the second she hears his keys as he unlocks the door, she's there to greet him. kissing hayden, she takes his coat from him and hangs it up, taking his keys and placing it in the candy bowl by the door. before agatha can ask how his day was, his arm was around her waist and his lips were planted against hers. agatha's arms drape themselves over his shoulders and her fingers lace together behind hayden's head. a loving smile forms on her lips as she pulls away, gazing up at him.

" y-you w-were on my mind a-all day, too. " she says, her voice soft. one of her hands move and she cups his cheek, caressing his skin. " i— i-i'd a-ask if you were hungry, s-since i did m-m-make d-dinner, but... something t-tells me you'd rather have d-dessert f-first. " agatha giggles and stands on the tips of her toes to kiss him once more. she pulls away, only slightly this time, lips grazing hayden's when she speaks again. " show me h-how much you missed me? p-please? "

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜ (cash & aggie)

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agatha was bound and determined to go camping at least once before summer was over. there were one or two campgrounds not far from here, and it wasn't difficult at all to book a cabin for her and cash to stay in for the weekend. it came with basic amenities so it wasn't like they'd be roughing it out there. there were even hiking trails they could walk along, which agatha was very excited for. it wasn't too hard to sell cash on the prospect of all of this, either. agatha promised him it would all be very fun.

together they packed for their trip; agatha even bought brand new hiking boots, wearing them around the house to help break them in a little. once they were there and got checked in, she sets her suitcase by the dresser in the bedroom before wandering around the cabin, smiling as she does so. it's as pretty and cozy as the website it seem! agatha can hardly contain her excitement, a delighted laugh spilling from her lips as she bounces on the balls of her feet, waving her hands a bit and making her bracelets jingle. she hasn't felt this excited in a little while!

composing herself, agatha moves over to cash to hug him, thanking him for coming along with her. he seems happy to see her so happy. she kisses his cheek and makes her way to the kitchen, taking out the food they'd brought along to cook for dinner tonight. agatha hums to herself as she works, pausing when she feels cash's arms around her, then his lips on her neck. " cash, " she giggles out his name, leaning back against him as his affections make her heart flutter. " what, do you have an appetite for me instead of dinner? " she teases, turning around in his arms to kiss him.

agatha slips out of his arms and takes one of his hands, leading him to the bedroom. she pulls him into a kiss, letting him push her down onto the bed. her heart pounds harder against her ribs as he removes her clothes and kisses down her body. as he nestles himself between her thighs, the faerie reaches out and gently brushes her fingers through his hair. when cash's tongue meets her clit, her breath hitches and she moans softly. she squirms a little as she feels him teasing her with his fingers, agatha's moans beginning to grow in volume the more he continues.

soon enough, her hand comes up to cover her mouth. even with the distance between cabins, agatha was worried about being overheard. she really didn't want anyone snooping or thinking they were disturbing anyone else. god, that'd be so embarrassing! she'd never show her face here again!

agatha blinks, feeling that he's stopped moving and she turns her head to look at him.

" no one's here. we can be as loud as we want. " he has that amused little smirk on his face at the moment as he points this out to her.

yeah... he was probably right. it's not like anyone could barge in and all the curtains were closed, so no one can really peep at them, either. agatha smiles sheepishly, a bit embarrassed that she was trying to quiet herself. " s-sorry. old habits die hard, i guess. " she's spoken of her very first apartment to cash, about how thin the walls and how she could pretty much hear all of her neighbors. thankfully agatha didn't spend much time in that apartment, because boy, she did not get much sleep there, or peace and quiet. it was what she could afford at that time.

when cash resumes, she keeps one hand at her side, grasping the sheets, and the other at his head, curling her fingers into his hair. agatha moans, rolling her hips against his mouth. her back arches and his name tumbles from her lips every now and then, praising how amazing his fingers and mouth feel. it isn't long before she feels that familiar tension building in her abdomen. " cash, c-cash— " agatha manages to lift her head to look at him, her face and ears flushed, sweat beading her skin. she knows he already knows what's coming, more so when he hastens the thrusting of his fingers and the movement of his tongue on her clit.

it isn't long before her orgasm crashes against her like waves against a cliff, moaning as her hold on his hair tightens even more, rolling her hips to ride it out. as the orgasm ebbs, she relaxes on the bed, panting hard and heavy to catch her breath. agatha feels cash move and she gazes lovingly up at him, seeing he was hovering over her now. reaching out, she pulls him into a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. " that felt so good, babe. "

📂 📂 📂 📂 📂 📂 gimme gimme some headcanons about princess aggie, please ! 💜

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princess agatha considers the castle library and gardens to be her safe haven, especially from her cousins (on her dad's side) who tend to be nothing but bullies to her whenever they visit, which is fairly often. she feels more comfortable, more safe, more at home there than in any other part of the castle (aside from her own bedroom).

she is even more introverted in this au because she has a lot more weight on her shoulders. she doesn't speak if she doesn't have to, she doesn't interact with others if she doesn't have to. the only other people she'll speak to, even when not directly spoken to by them, are the staff in the castle. she appreciates all they do and thanks them for things they do for her and she talks to them when she gets a chance.

while, yes, she doesn't typically have many duties, agatha would truly rather not be royalty. it isn't from the perspective of like, a spoiled rich girl or anything, because her kingdom is certainly rich, she just feels she isn't cut out to be princess or, later, queen. it feels like it's too much responsibility and one wrong move will destroy everything. if she could, if it had no repercussions, she'd run away from it all.

agatha absolutely dreads arranged marriages. she's a romantic through and through and prefers to get to know someone a good deal before marrying them. she understands they're often just a part of being royalty (because it was the same for her parents), but it doesn't mean she has to like it. that isn't to say she'll be difficult toward her betrothed, whoever it may be. agatha will do her utmost best to get along with them and make them happy.

she balks at the prospect of producing an heir. she's really good with kids but pregnancy itself is pretty terrifying. that, and with the added pressure of needing an heir makes her even more hesitant. agatha also fears she wouldn't be a very good mother even though she'd try her absolute best to be one for her child/children if she were to have any. it also doesn't really help that it's difficult for fae to bear children. it's much more likely for them to be born the way she was, from a flower (a peony, specifically), but that still means both she and her partner have to wish for a child and want one strongly enough to essentially be given one, and agatha would be wary in doing so.

"how long have you been standing there ?" (from jovie, for soryn!)

soryn wasn't really one for gyms, it's not like they feel a need to keep up their figure or anything, but it was nice to work out when they needed to pass some time. even with their work, they can end up with a lot of free time on their hands. the gym was something new to fill that time with.

after getting off the treadmill, they take out their headphones and wrap the cord around their phone. glancing over, soryn sees another woman not far from them on one of the other treadmills. they've seen her here a few times before today and sometimes caught themself staring. she was very beautiful, even while working up a sweat. there was something to her, too. something not human, but what it is, soryn can't put a finger on it. it entices them, though, making them want to approach. it's not like they can come right out and say, 'hey, i don't think you're human. what are you?' that would be... strange and unsettling and soryn doesn't want anyone to think they're a creep.

her voice quickly pulls the demon out of their thoughts. they blink once, twice. " what? " the woman's question finally registers and they smile sheepishly. " uh, sorry, a few minutes, i guess. i just got lost in thought suddenly. " they chuckle, rubbing their neck. jeez, do they already seem like a creep? soryn hopes not. " you've come here before, haven't you? i've seen you once or twice i think. " there's more confidence in their smile now as they gaze down at her. " i'm soryn. soryn marwood. i just started coming here recently. wanted some way to pass the free time i've got, so i decided to get a gym membership. "