A Night Like This || Closed

Her eyes widened at the dip before trusting him to keep a hold on her and letting the movement come naturally. She had forgotten her question to him, visibly impressed with his dancing ability. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be such a waste after all. Her shocking blue eyes flickered in the soft lights. That alone was enough to seal the deal. Her smile matched his, 

Hobbies. Right.

“I like to cook. I like to paint sometimes. It’s mostly watching Netflix and testing out Great British Bake-Off recipes.” She admitted with a laugh. “And Bob Ross tutorials. I don’t usually get time to myself.” She smiled warmly. “I love the piano, that must be fun! Did you learn by ear or did you have lessons?”

She grinned. Oh, he didn’t have any right being this attractive. This endearing man still made her heart do flips with his smile. “I couldn’t ask for anyone better.” She hummed, leaning forward slightly to prop herself up on her elbows. She was quiet for a moment before she said softly. “Duncan I...” The words escaping her as she tried to smoothly transition to telling him how she felt. “I think... I mean I don’t know about you, but I think about that night more often than I should...” She confessed, “The night we kissed?” She added gently. “And I was wondering if maybe...” She exhaled slightly out of frustration. “Jeez this would be so much easier if I was telepathic. My mouth is getting in the way.” She shook her head and looked down at the table and bit her lip nervously, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. “I like you a lot.” She finally said, “And if you are comfortable dating again, I’ve been wanting to go to the movies with you sometime.”

As the breeze rushed through her and around her, she was enchanted. “Raethor it’s beautiful…” She whispered, gazing out at the beauty she had always wished to see. He probably knew from something she’d said while intoxicated. She turned back to him, “Thank you.” She said gently, moving to walk at his side with her hands folded in front of her. It was a little chilly, but bearable with the warmth of spring setting in and the cloak she had brought. 

“You’re being so nice to me, Raethor… I must have said something truly frightful last night.” She joked, looking to him with kind eyes and a warm grin. “I’ve always wanted to see these gardens. The stories pale in comparison to its true wonder.” She hummed, her eyes dancing about in her head as she studied the flowers and cursed herself for not remembering her sketchbook. Maybe it was better that way. She stayed quiet, just enjoying the silence and Raethor’s company. She hoped to stay at his side like this as long as he allowed her to. For as long as that could be. 

“Oh you were absolutely terrible last night,” Raethor sighed, though it was more than obvious, in his tone, that he wasn’t serious at all. “But I got the feeling you were feeling rather…under pressure, so I thought letting off some steam might not be too bad an idea,” he went on with a shrug. “I fear I may have grown a bit too stiff and harsh trying to prove myself. I should really remember there’s no need for that,” he shrugged.

Some of the flowers they walked past glowed brightly as they did so, feeding off the essence of magic that surrounded the both of them, but Raethor ignored them, too used to seeing them. He led them into a little alcove, overlooking the gardens, a few rugs tossed onto the ground, complete with pillows. A few books littered the small space, as well. “I’ve arranged for some food,” the mage started, and as if on cue, a massive basket seemed to appear on the rugs. “Master Oculeth was quite obliging. I think he’s rather fond of you,” he went on with a grin, motioning for her to sit down.

She chuckled, “Master Oculeth is so kind. We could listen to each other ramble for hours academically. I should send him a basket or something. I could use your help in picking something. You have excellent taste.” She lowered herself onto the ground. “I’ll bet it’s beautiful up here when the stars are out.” She said softly and patted the spot beside her. “How long are we permitted to stay, Raethor?” She asked sweetly, hoping that she could truly apologize with her actions instead of incessant groveling and apologies.

WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

Sometimes Tumblr has to take a back burner, and that’s fine! Roleplay will still be here when we get back. So take that day to yourself. Don’t worry about drafts. Don’t worry about how “slow” you are being. Everything is okay!

Our best friends just got married and have been trying to get us together for years and we finally broke and started faking that we’re a couple AU

-(anon)

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Her smile relaxed in elated surprise, her mouth opening a little. She wanted him to dance with her and goof off. Feel better about the day that threatened to have a shitty end. She beamed as she continued to sing, doing Freddie proud the way he’d want to be done. It was enough of a party for her, just the two of them. Jamming out to the song, flipping her hair about and dropping to her knees during the guitar solo. 

Once the song was over she was breathless, turning to him as the disc jockey came back to announce that in a couple months Queen would be bringing the tour to town and tickets were still available but selling out fast. She paused, checking that what she heard was right. “Oh man!” She groaned. “The day I’m fired I finally have something to save for!” She turned back to Loki, “I didn’t know you liked Queen!” She giggled excitedly, choosing to focus on the more important matter at hand.

He sang along with Belle, though he was nowhere near as enthusiastic or energetic as she was. Loki stood back and watched in awe as she danced and lost herself in the music. He could never be as uninhibited as she was. Belle just always allowed herself to have her feelings no matter what. It was something he admired about her.  Loki extended a hand to her, helping her up off the floor. “You still have this job. And I’m sure you’ll find something even better than that crummy ice cream scooping gig.” He shrugged with a soft, sheepish smile. “Of course I like Queen. You’d have to be tone deaf and mean to not love Freddie Mercury. There’s something really powerful about his voice. And his lyrics?” He shook his head slowly. “I’ll never write anything as incredible as that but I can certainly hope to one day.” 

“Loki I think you’re incredibly talented.” She confessed with a small smile. “And Freddie writes songs for Freddie. You have to write your poetry for you. What you showed me was amazing. I’m sure even he would say so!” She then gasped excitedly, getting an idea.

“We should go!” She said, grabbing his hands and bringing them together as she bounced up and down. “You and me we’ll have a blast and I’ll save up all my money so we can road trip.” Her eyes glittered with excitement in the fluorescent lights. “C’mon, what do you say? Is it a deal?” She giggled.

The Stranger || Closed

Her head shot up from the book she was engrossed in and she gasped before blushing. She looked up at him with shockingly bright blue eyes, her fright was replaced with warmth, “Your highness, forgive me.” She ducked her head, remaining on the floor among the books. “I’ve heard so many stories about this library and-” I was hiding from your brother who has been chasing after me and three other skirts all night. “I simply couldn’t wait.”

She didn’t care much for parties. While she did enjoy them back home with her people and her family who knew her best, the gossip from the court and the imposing grand nature of Asgard had been enough to break her heart, but she still held hope for the library that truly hadn’t disappointed her. 

But now, she figured Loki had come to collect her and bring her back to that dreadful place. She stood up, keeping eye contact. 

“I do hope that my actions haven’t offended your family.” She frowned slightly before turning her attention to the books. She called on her powers, closing her eyelids tight before opening them. Her eyes glowed with pure golden light for a moment and she held out a fist, her fingers spreading suddenly as the stacks of books that had surrounded her shot off safely back to their spots on the shelves. Her eyes faded back to normal, looking up at the prince with kind eyes. 

She had found him the most intriguing of the brothers. If he had been pursuing her, she might have actually said yes...

“I-I will head back to the festivities.” She smiled softly as she gathered her skirt with a curtsy.

Something In The Water || Closed

She chuckled, “I’m happy you saved me from that fishing net.” She said gently, “And just think, if you hadn’t ran out into the freezing ocean we wouldn’t be right here.” She beamed up at him now, beside him in line before looking down at her dress and swinging back and forth slightly to watch the dress fan out ever so slightly. Fabric behaved differently in air and she preferred it. All the waterlogged shipwrecked clothes never moved like this. 

She looked back up at him, blushing slightly. The way he looked at her. She wished he would look at her that way forever.

“But to be quite honest I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else.”

Snowed In || +3

“Are you okay?” She was concerned about them when she told them about her being a witch. Mainly because others don’t usually handle that well and it seemed like an ice breaker. Well, other than being snowed in a cabin.

The young woman across from her laughed, not as an insult or a sign of a mental break, but she laughed excitedly, her eyes dancing with delight. “I’m more than okay!” She giggled and tilted her head, “I’m one too!” She beamed, “I didn’t think anyone else in the neighborhood was.” She hummed and leaned back a little, “I figured someone had to be the way that nosy woman down the street keeps sticking her head in her window.” She confessed. “Trust me dear, i’m more relieved than anything. Now we can completely relax and simply wait out the snow.” She smiled warmly.