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"oh, i'm pretty sure i can!" nesta's amusement is evident in her voice, although her features form the picture of bemusement. "from where i'm sitting, what's happening on either side of this room is just two different shades of the same insanity." it is, but she finds herself smiling ( the smallest curl of her lips ) despite herself. whatever they've got going on is questionable at best - but infinitely better than her own coping mechanisms.

she finds herself eyeing @gilmor's assortment of snacks, morbidly fascinated by the strange combination of textures of flavours. there's no way that they taste good one after the other, but she's curious. "— let me guess, you don't share food?"

it’s unusually late for cassius’ morning walk. normally, they’re up at the crack of dawn, making their way to the park before the sun can even rise. before most people can rise. but this morning she slept in - and her usually trusty alarm clock didn’t even attempt to wake her before 7am with his usual barks for breakfast. the extra hours spent slumbering must why he’s in a particularly good mood as he bounces through the leaves. the pure delight on his face stops her from being too annoyed by the disruption to her routine; by the fact that she now has to smile at passersby and exchange small talk about the weather. for a while she thought one of the benefits of having a staffordshire bull terrier would be that most people would prefer not to interact with him. but his sweetness is infectious, and even she has to admit that she prefers when children beam at him to when they shrink away. 

“you’re a good boy.” she murmurs to him as he plods happily along, giving nothing more than a curious glance to a toddler in a pushchair who had outstretched a hand to him. still, she keeps him on a tight leash as they wander through the entrance of the park. there are certainly worse ways to start the day than by wandering under the cover of trees, with sunlight peeking through thinning leaves to kiss her cheeks. for over a year after her accident she’d spent many a morning in a far worse state – alone, hungover, utterly disgusted with herself.

that was until elain bought a dog home from the shelter she volunteered at. “to foster” she’d claimed, while he healed from a surgery. at the time she’d assumed that her sister was simply using it as an excuse to keep the dog - barely an adult at the time - for herself. but when she continued to leave them alone each day, only coming home to give him medication on her lunch break, and he’d taken an unexpected shine to nesta despite her initial lack of interest, she began to suspect he was the one baby sitting her. when elain moved out a few months ago, leaving cassius with her as a “parting gift”... that was when she knew it had all been a ploy. she was more cunning than she looked. 

with the sunlight warming the bridge of her nose, nesta takes a moment to breathe in the fresh air; to roll her shoulders and move her neck from side to side. from the corner of her eye she can see that cassius has spotted a couple of pigeons ( hasn’t even noticed the squirrel overhead, launching itself from branch to branch… yet ) and she wants a couple more moments to adjust to the day before they begin to move again. 

“wait there, good boy…” she knows he’ll listen to her words, or perhaps the tone of her voice is what will resonate. but she definitely doesn’t expect a response. it isn’t the first time a man has made a comment during their walks - usually they have something to do with wishing they were the one on her leash, so this is tame in comparison. even so, she turns with an icy stare, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head to ensure that he can see just how unimpressed she is. although when she sees him, she is impressed. just slightly. it’s not often that the comments come from somebody who may actually stand a chance of her taking him home. he's tall, dark, and handsome - he also looks like he could throw her over his shoulder. exactly her type. unfortunately for him, she isn’t in the habit of picking up strange men in parks.

cassius must pick up on her irritation. he begins to bark at the stranger in warning. she looks the man up and down with a small raise of her eyebrows, lips curling; pleased that she’s inadvertently taught her dog to respond to men approaching her like this. but then he utters the word “treat” and it’s all over - the little traitor tugs on his leash so suddenly ( tail wagging madly ) that she’s pulled towards him. the effort to stay upright pulls her breath from her and she sighs, sniffs, wrinkles her nose.

“— it smells to me like you’ve had more than enough treats, but i’ll save you the time it takes to ask. i’m not interested in rubbing your belly… come on, cass.” with that she turns on her heel, gently tugging on the leash, and although cassius follows his gait is slow and stubborn.

cassian night has been out - all night. and while he does in fact smell of spilt liquors, sweat, and several unknown bodily fluids not of his own creation -- he is still in a cheerful mood. after all, being a bouncer at the most exclusive nightclub in town isn't the dream job necessarily, but it is an honest living. and it means that he gets to sleep for the next eight hours, and then wake up and do it all over again. and after the last tour of service? he'll take drunk hen parties over active duty any time.

he's stopped at his favourite local coffee spot, sipping his dirty chai latte with a double shot of espresso -- just strolling through the park district. it's the autumn season, and while he'd avoid this place like the plague in spring, the autumn? it's his favourite. the crunch of leaves beneath the big black kick ass boots he wears makes him feel nearly giddy. the smile that lights his face as he nods at the little old ladies who are feeding the pigeons as they do nearly every day. and then the nannies and their charges bundling off to daycares and exclusive schools.

most are familiar by sight, though he only knows the name of a few. a hum as he sips his drink slowing his walk to enjoy the crisp breeze that stirs the unrly crown of curls. he isn't sure how long he's lost in the enjoyment of that moment - but a voice draws him out of that reverie.

great brown eyes turn towards the voice, there's a rasp to it, a huskiness that speaks of -- unspeakable things in soft illuminated rooms with satin sheets and light glittering through the drapes -- he hears the words now.

wait there -- good boy. ( @moondevoured ) says.

' yes ma'am -- ' ever the good soldier replies. instinct more than thought fuels the action.

and the grin widens, a flash of teeth as he cocks his head - inadvertantly doing just as that siren's voice as told him. stopping. there. in the middle of the sidewalk, sipping his drink, waiting for whatever that voice might tell him to do next. of course the not idiotic part of his brain is shrieking that it's not about him -- but he isn't listening to that part. no -- instead his gaze is finding her. slim and well built, a woman stands there with her dog, the dog having clearly had designs on one of the wandering well fed pigeons.

cassian can't help the laugh that bubbles out of him -- he doesn't care he's just made a fool out of himself. but -- there is a flush that rises up his neck.

' do i get a treat? if so -- i have a request. '

Anaïs Nin, from The Voice

i'm upsettingly really in the mood to write but i'm so tired from work that nothing makes sense x

↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.