@babydxhl Asked: Come Walk With Me. Lets Get Some Air.

@babydxhl asked: “  come walk with me.  let’s get some air.  ”

there was a certain sadness — or, melancholy would probably be a better word for it — stirring within blamore today. the fact that the cause of it was indiscernible is what led it to this conclusion. though he supposed it wasn't altogether uncommon for him to get like this sometimes... having a heart at all in this life did pretty much guarantee that you were going to suffer in one way or another, he thought. but feeling nothing was worse; so, as mary stood but an arm's reach away from it while it absentmindedly pruned another stem of a young olive tree, blamore gladly agreed to take a walk with her.

❝ alright. but only because you asked so nicely, ❞ it was a small tease, a bit more life entering it's bones at just the concept of getting out of there. maybe it was feeling some sort of variant of cabin fever. blamore didn't know, though he put down the shears he held on a table nearby, before grabbing the trenchcoat currently on it's coat-rack. shrugging the oversized thing on was as easy as pie for blamore; red-rimmed eyes lowering to meet mary's at the same time that it attempted to give her a small smile. and he succeeded, luckily. the last thing blamore wanted to do was drag mary into being in a sort of downcast mood as well, ❝ you know, i was surprised that you came to see me today. though don't get me wrong... i mean that in a good way. ❞

with it's eyes still set on mary, the soft pitter-patter of steps began resounding through the greenhouse, ❝ it gets lonely here sometimes, but it's whatever. why don't you tell me more about how you have been faring? ❞

i've been seeing this dash game going around, so i thought i'd join in on the fun :D and thus...

there was a more homey quality to the greenhouse that day, it seemed, as the lights hanging from the tall ceiling were turned on due to the cloudiness outside. and not to mention, the faint sound of music could be heard in one of the various nooks that were located throughout the massive building. particularly the one that housed the herbal medicines blamore had become somewhat known for making. for, there was always going to be one thing that it was known for above everything else: its 'seeds.' though, lately, less and less people seemed to be dying as a result of mysterious circumstances related to their meta-gene being forced to activate. which was a problem blamore was trying to solve at the moment but it was a slow process.

if only he knew where dorian, the creator of them, was. a light sigh left his lips as he finally finished grinding the chamomile below him to a pulp. all people seemed to be interested in lately was remedies for sleep, which was all fine and dandy until it realized that that was arguably the cheapest solutions it sold as an herbalist; and so it'd been delving more into dealing with some very undesirable people to be able to live. but hey, at least his expansive knowledge of plants was being put to good use by selling poisons, right? blamore was just about to check on its cat when it heard the telltale chime of its alarm that someone was in here.

luckily, as blamore made his way to jervis, he wasn't immediately set to attack whomever his guest was. because he realized he would be awfully sorry if he had seeing as it was the mad hatter. blamore couldn't help but let its head cock in curiosity then, as it wasn't quite sure what he'd be here for. all he heard from jervis's part was what sounded like a faint growl of his stomach so he just silently watched while the other pulled out a rum cake. a pleasantly surprised hum left its mouth then, its ever-present sense of hunger making an appearance again. that cake looked delicious. but there was something off about jervis, blamore thought, looking at him now.

his eyes went wide at jervis saying it didn't have to accept in both a sense of astonishment and surprise. subsequently, blamore rose a hand up to grasp its chest for dramatic effect, a bit of an incredulous laugh leaving it, ❝ oh my — now, how could i refuse such a kind gift? especially one to express gratitude. i mean, it has been a while since anyone has been grateful towards me, ❞ it took a few steps closer towards jervis to get a closer look at the cake before he noticed it. what was different about jervis. blamore spread both of his arms out, before gesturing towards the other, ❝ ahh... what happened, mon ami? you look thinner. i will tell you what, you and i can share the cake, because you look starved! come on. ❞

26. offering their snack (for jervis!! you're getting two for the price of one today / j LOL, nah, i kid i kid)

The greenhouse's humidity always leaves Jervis' hair curlier than usual, his glasses fogged, and his clothes damp with sweat. Privately, he likes to think his early childhood in Bermuda gave him some tolerance for the heat, even though nearly 39 years have passed since he last saw the island. Despite the swelter, he's not entirely bothered. Blamore's abode is a rare, unsung haven in Gotham, a verdant sanctuary compared to the chaos and grime of the concrete jungle outside.

Jervis' tattoos are rarely exposed outside of showering or swimming, but today is an exception; standing out against the ribbed, pale green fabric of his undershirt. Sweet peas and garden roses, vivid and intricate, bloom on his right bicep. Marigolds, bold and fiery, adorn his left shoulder blade. His pale, ink-smudged fingers scratch away at his journal beneath the shade of a silver oak, with his neatly folded jacket, shirt, gloves, and tie nearby.

Mismatched eyes drift upward as blooming hyacinths signal his host's approach. Jervis' stomach growls faintly. No surprise—he'd skipped supper again last night, and breakfast was a spartan affair, as was his wont: just a few apple slices, plantains with peanut butter, and green tea. He reaches for his bag, removes a small Tupperware container, and a packet of plastic silverware. Inside is a slice of rum cake, buttery and delicious, topped with walnuts.

"Normally, this would be unusual. Where I'm from, rum cake is typically a Christmas staple. But sometimes, longing for the old country can raise its head. You don't have to accept if you don't want it, but it's the least I could do to show my gratitude for your hospitality lately."

the moment that eliza started to grind on blamore's leg, its sewing had become increasingly difficult over time to continue. though not entirely impossible yet. it had managed to loop yet another thread into the seam of the clothing it was working on, after all. however, with how blamore could see elizabeth clearly through the corner of his eye, a hazy feeling began to take over his mind. she did appear to be enjoying what she was doing and seeing her like that... well, it admittedly got blamore into the mood, too.

it finally spoke as it stopped its work and shook his head in mock scorn as a small smile tugged at his lips, ❝ yes, that, eliza. you're being such a tease right now, ❞ blamore shifted in its seat slightly, raising an eyebrow in surprise at the way elizabeth was now sitting in it's lap; but in pleasant surprise. blamore finally put down what he was holding on his desk then, placing one hand on her ass while the other wrapped around her waist. he leaned forward until their lips were connecting in a short but loving kiss, ❝ mm — i may sound like a broken record here, but you're so perfect, chérie. and i'll keep on reminding you of that for as long as i live. ❞

❝ it's... really distracting when you do that. ❞

"When I do what? This?" she says playfully as she grinds on it's leg. She'd noticed that it was working at it's desk, probably longer than it should, when she came up with an idea. Gracefully, she lowered herself down on it lap to tease.

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬: a little assortment of sexual action prompts for rp purposes. remember to tag your usft and suggestive content. do not reblog this meme if you're under 18. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender is asking if they can touch receiver sexually. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 ] : sender and receiver are having a steamy makeout session. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are interrupted. [ 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞] : sender removes an article of receiver's clothing. [ 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are having sex half-clothed. [ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ] : sender plants kisses on undressed receiver's scar/s. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender pleasures receiver with their hand/fingers. [ 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 ] : sender pleasures receiver with their mouth. [ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are having sex for the first time. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver is having a wet dream about sender. [ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ] : receiver is thinking about sender when masturbating. [ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ] : sender pins receiver down by the wrists during sex. [ 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 ] : sender and receiver are having sex in a public place. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are having sex to reduce stress. [ 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 ] : sender helps receiver to have an orgasm. [ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are having sex with no strings attached. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 ] : sender and receiver have sex after being apart a long time. [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : sender and receiver are having lazy morning sex. [ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are cuddling after sex. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are trying to conceive.

@the-arkham-librarian sent [ NIGHTMARES ] for my characters reaction to yours waking up terrified, and clinging to mine.

it was yet another sleepless night for blamore, though by now, he had grown very used to it. its insomnia could get really bad at times. and seeing as the time was currently two in the morning, i'd say today was an example of that. it pretty much gave up on the strategy of simply laying in bed and closing its eyes in hopes it'd drift away hours ago. so, blamore now sat with his back against his sofa couch, curled up with a book. though he wasn't alone and that was enough to make him smile to himself. elizabeth laid there underneath the covers and blamore had noticed that her body occasionally jerked at times while she slept tonight, though it wasn't sure if he should wake her because of that. something distressing did seem to be going on within her mind unbeknowst to it however.

and regardless of the fact that blamore had looked at her, it was still very startled by the alarming way she had waken up. it was barely able to register that eliza was crying before his body was being clung to by her; a gasp of his own leaving his mouth at the sudden contact. blamore could feel elizabeth's body subtly trembling as she continued to hold onto him, and without another moment to lose, it wrapped its arms around her securely. he spoke to her in a soft voice as he noted he could smell sweat coming off of her. ❝ ooh, eliza, you scared me. what's going on? did you have a nightmare, or something? ❞ it could only assume that was the case when it didn't receive a response from the other then.

blamore's eyebrows furrowed in concern before he very gently began to rub circles into her back. ❝ ooh, ma pauvre chérie (my poor darling). it must have been one hell of a bad dream, ❞ a frown ever-so-slightly tugged at it's lips before it placed its head above hers, completely enveloping eliza in it's hold now. he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head while he contemplated what he should do momentarily, ❝ it's okay, my love. i'm here for you. and no one, or nothing, can hurt you while i'm around... okay? ❞