I Won't Be Online Today, I'm Sorry.
i won't be online today, i'm sorry.
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" i was on a mission, but it didn't last as long as anticipated, so i came back when i was allowed to do so. " it's probably clear enough by now to alucard that, by her detached tone, she's elsewhere at the moment. somewhere in her mind of course, worrying over things that doesn't really need worrying about. agatha's gaze flickers elsewhere as she stands there by his coffin, wringing her hands. she could come to him about her worries because she knows alucard won't bullshit her. he'll be blunt and straight to the point. he might even laugh, but still, he always gave her an honest answer. " alucard, " the faerie looks at him now, only just making out the silhouette of his resting form in the darkness.
" am i useful here? am i useful to the organization? "
@fiorserpen stepped into the darkness . . .
THE FACT SHE SOUGHT HIM OUT THIS LATE WAS NOT NEW. It was his domain, his forbidden heaven. Her nearing steps deeper into the chambers of his coffin, he would peek through one eye once she was close enough. [ She grows by the day, he stays the same. Does she notice that? ] Both eyes came to a close once his voice breaks the silence. ❝ What brings you here tonight? I believed you were on a mission from what Master Integra mentioned. ❞
His gaze shifted as his gloved hand moved to grab the faerie by the arm, pulling her onto his lap he smirks seeing her face flushing hotly. "What's wrong dear? You need to use your words..." He purrs as his hand glides along her leg, slipping under her skirt as his thumb caresses her thigh. "Dear?" Kimuri smirks as his hand inches higher up.
jeez, he could be a real tease sometimes, couldn't he? her heart skips a beat, a soft moan leaving the faerie from the sensation of his thumb caressing her thigh. " y-y-you're s-so mean, muri. " she whines, her cheeks flushing hotly as his hand moves closer and closer to where she needed his touch the most. she bites her lower lip, trying to gather her thoughts into coherent sentences. " please... w-won't you make a c-complete m-mess of me? " she asks, gazing up at him as she moves to rest her arms on his shoulders, fingers gently toying with his hair.
" please, muri? "
tonight just isn't her night, is it? she should've known better than to let her friends set her up on a blind date. they told her that she'd be fine, she just has to look past his rough edges. apparently his 'rough edges' equate to being simply incapable of taking 'no' for an answer! agatha didn't want more drinks, she didn't want to slip off to the bathroom with him, she really just wanted to go home.
what a waste of time this was. i would've had more fun curling up on the couch with some tea and a good book.
the faerie's gaze flickers up toward the man that made his way over, listening to him speak. she can't help but feel a little relieved. finally, it seems maybe someone has come to her rescue. while she doesn't like the idea of someone having to fight to keep the guy away from her, especially when this man could get injured in the process, he just won't listen to her and take her seriously! it was upsetting beyond words and all she can manage to the man that came over is a nod and a stuttered out 'please'.
"he botherin' ye, bonnie?"
soap walks up to the bar, a half empty bottle in his hands. he's got the rogueish good looks, boyish in nature. the smile on his face is warm and genuine - and the glare leveled at the harrassing man is burning hot.
"been thinkin' this guy needs a lesson. seein' him feck around all night. jus' say the word, aye? would look a lot better if i threw hands fer someone else's sake, ye ken?" a wink passed off. someone's definitely looking for some trouble - he's got high hopes he'll be granted that.
STORM : for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. (from matteo, for aggie!)
it was nice, being able to hang out with father matteo during their free time. after grabbing coffee from the nearest cafe and a bite to eat from the bakery, she was accompanying him back to the church. " i-i really like doing this with you, f-father matteo. it— i-it's really nice. " agatha smiles up at him. in her opinion, any time she could spend with him was good time. she's... yeah, she's got it that bad for him. she's got it so bad today that she didn't notice the dark clouds gathering above them during their walk. there were no distant rumbles of thunder, there was no warning drizzle, it just began to pour like there was no tomorrow. only then did the thunder and lightning start and the two were running through the rain, getting back to the church.
they stand under the awning and she can't help but laugh, heading inside with father matteo when he gets the door open. " jeez, i-i'm completely s-s-soaked through! " how embarrassing. she can't even go out to her car since she left it parked on the street by the flower shop so she could walk here instead of drive. it'd been a nice enough day for that, until now. " oh, i-i'm s-so sorry. if i knew it w-was going to rain, i-i-i w-would've brought an umbrella. a-at least we could've shared it. " agatha giggles, her cheeks flushing in mild embarrassment. she looks up at father matteo, rainwater dripping from her hair and down her face.
" i, um, i-i d-don't suppose you have any t-towels here? and— a-and m-maybe something i could change into? "