the private lives of the enchanted

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coming down from a high ( and bomb-ass sex ), leaves stormie twisted up in a bed that wasn’t hers, sweat glistening on her face and pooling under the ponytail she had hastily put up moments ago. she purrs as she twists her body to stretch out, eyeing the figure beside her. her chest is still heaving, air still somewhat catching in her throat as she takes a few moments to chill out. ‘ that was, well . . . that was whoa. ‘     

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"no, there’s no way you did that ! ” her eyes go wide matching her smile. cold linoleum presses against her shirt as she leans against the red and white tabletop ( they’re supposed to be whispering, so that means she’s required to lean in as close as possible, of course ). ‘wouldn’t that hurt?’ she would be the absolute definition of heart eyes if she wasn’t trying so hard not to be. although, she’s never really been good at hiding what her brain and heart were feeling. that was evidence by the harsh ‘ CUT ‘ that echoed through the room they were filming in. before she realized it was regarding them, she raises an eyebrow at the male across from her and giggles, ‘i thought we were doing a good job this time.’  

hi!! i’m back! it’s been a long, long time :-) i was on a series of single muse blogs just trying to get my inspiration back and I have it! I’m pumped about all of my babies on here!! 

with this in mind, i’m BEYOND exciting to start writing again! does anyone want to do any plotting? just like this and i’ll mssg u! :)) 

ok i’m here i know i peaced out for so long but im here & present & would loVE to plot ok thx u 

“and leave you here to feel sorry for yourself and get killed? stop treating things like they’re all or nothing. come with us, get a level head, make a plan.” he stayed quiet for a moment, making sure their son was still in his room, rather than out of sight and eavesdropping. “he has two parents, i’d like to keep it that way, and i’m sure he would too.” because the way this was all affecting her was obvious, and he couldn’t even begin to fathom to consequences. tristan reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder before tugging her closer to him, brows briefly furrowing. “we could tell him we’re going on vacation, i doubt he’ll have any questions.”

“i never said you were helpless. but we both know you didn’t have a real plan ‘just getting him outta here’ isn’t a plan.” and if there was anything he was good at, it was planning. he’d made a career out of being meticulous (and murderous, but that was irrelevant in this case), and even his backup plans had plans. “stop trying to turn this into a competition, it’s not about one us being able to do it better than the other, it’s who’s best to do it given the situation. you trying to take him when you’re the one who’s in trouble is a bad idea, and if the situation were reversed you’d be telling me the same.” though he was caught off guard by the break in her voice, her apology nothing short of shocking. “we’re supposed to be a team, tweety,” his voice significantly softer than before. “just stop tryin’ to play dictator.”

“whether that’s what you were trying to do or not, that’s what you were doing — and you tried to lie to me about it too.” he could understand her drive to keep their son safe, because as a parent all you want more than anything is to protect your kid from everything bad in the world; but her mistrust in nearly everyone left room for error, allowed for situations like this, and it wasn’t in his nature to sugarcoat anything. “you’re not intentionally dangerous, maybe. but if you’re trying to say you don’t almost constantly have a target on your back then you’re not being realistic.” tristan felt guilty for a moment, he hadn’t intended to upset her, but she had to see the mistakes she was making, right? that he wasn’t just being unreasonable, that his anger was justified? “if you take him with you alone when things are the way they are then you’re putting him in danger.” and like he said, there was no way he was going to let her take him. “so, we’ll get to ireland, we’ll make sure he’s safe, and then we’ll make a plan for dealing with the mess we’re leaving behind. deal?”

Tweety didn’t wantto look over at him, not because she would be afraidof what she saw in his eyes, but because of what hemight see in hers. If they don’t make eye contact, she canmaintain her usual straightened back andstiff posture complete with the defiant jut of her hip. However, if hecould look into his eyes he would’ve been able to see the glossing overof her brown eyes with tears and the slight quiver of her upperlip. “I’m not helpless, you know . . . if I could just, get him out of herethen I could’ve kept him safe. I wasn’t just going to go andwait to get attacked, I can keep him safejust as well as you could. I didn’t – I just didn’t . . . juststop, okay? I’m sorry. ” She trulydoesn’t know what else she could say.

“then don’t talk to me like you can just drag our son off somewhere without discussing it with me first.” he couldn’t help the scoff of disbelief that escaped him, and she was making it increasingly difficult not to express how angry he really was — but the last thing he wanted was for their son to hear about this. “unlike you, i have a plan, and when this problem involves our son it becomes my problem, and considering the danger comes from you, there’s no way in hell i’d let you just take him tweety.”

“i wasn’t -- that’s not what i was trying to do.” her words don’t make any sense to anyone but her. well, not even her. the words don’t exist for what was going through her mind. all she could think of was getting her son out of this city as fast as she could, with little to no thoughts concerning anyone else. it was wrong, she knows, had understood that as soon as she saw tristan’s reaction to the news she has just shared. “i’m not -- i’m not dangerous.” the words are whispered as she turns away from him. “he’s my son. i’m not putting him in danger.”

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hey guys :-} so i’ve been wanting to make a harry potter next gen rpg, is there anyone who would be willing to run it with me? we can completely co-run it & it’ll be our baby & i rly want to do it omg 

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his arms crossed against his chest, a brown quirking at her confession while he made an attempt to stay calm — or at least not to express the wave of irritation and anger that had washed over him. he hoped she wasn’t dumb enough to let their son’s well-being hang in the balance, that this was a fairly recent development. “we’ll talk about this on the plane,” he deadpanned. “i think we’ll be better off in ireland for the next couple of weeks.”

“a convention?” he shot her an expectant look, waiting for her to elaborate. a convention hardly sounded like the place for a toddler, and whatever this mystery convention was certainly didn’t warrant pulling him away from his friends for three weeks. sure, their occupations were atypical at best, but that didn’t mean their son didn’t deserve a shot at normalcy.