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Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!
@evermxre

My muse(s): Cass

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

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Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse! 
For Finnegan?

My muse(s): Cassandra B.

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance?? | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

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@walkingshcdow


Send 😘 for your muse to give mine a kiss, and their reaction to said kiss!

Perhaps, it was the most unexpected place or maybe if anyone knew them it was the most expected one. The campus grounds were dark and held the occasional giggling laughter or raucous drunken conversations as people left from a party at three AM. Booze, laughter, dancing and copious amounts of various things fueled that party before it eventually had to end in one of several ways. This was theirs.

They stumbled along the side of the library, appearing in the orange glow of the lampposts before falling into the darkness of the in-between then reappearing again under the next light. Somehow in the transition below each lamppost she found herself leaning more and more against him laughing and stumbling. At one point neither were sure who was supporting who upright, but they somehow managed. 

Somehow she found herself, arm hooked with Henry’s, slowly walking backwards in front of him at some point in the darkness before her drunken attempt at walking had her tripping.

A scream pierced through the air as the two fell over onto the lawn of dewy grass and she felt herself pulled even closer to him as the world spun and giggling laughter followed.

She couldn’t remember either how long they had rolled or how long Henry had spent hovered over her with one arm bracing himself up. All she could really remember was how the North Star and Cassiopeia seemed to fall around him almost glowing brighter before she tasted his breath and felt the weight of his mouth against hers. Her hand reached up to pull him closer, fingers raking through his hair as she craved the warmth of his frame against her in sharp contrast to the wet dew now clinging to her back and hair seemingly crowning her in stars of her own. 

Her mother had once teased her that she had a crush on Henry the last time he came to visit on a holiday. She was younger and filled with confusing emotions and hormones and promptly told her that she had felt nothing for the young man who came back taller than before. Smarter than before. He had a different confidence about him that made him so remarkably different than all the boys on the island. He looked so much happier. Her father had come to her rescue admonishing Petunia Bloom to leave her be, but somehow the weight her father’s hand and the kiss on her forehead made her realize that he thought the same too. 

She told herself it was just a silly crush because they had spent time together as kids and now that puberty hit then that was all there was too it. Nothing real and she put it out of her mind. She didn’t crave him- she craved something new and exciting. So she came to London. New and exciting…she tried to ignore the fact that somewhere in that city Henry was there. Tried to ignore that silly little rush when he pulled her off the bar that first night and into his arms as he tried to get her home safely. Fought against the burning feeling in her chest when she’d wake up asleep against him on a bus ride back to her place in the later months or how she’d find his jacket draped around her. No one would ever deny that Cassandra Bloom could fight til the last breath in her body, but somehow this was the war she couldn’t fight against. 

Somehow she found more and more excuses to be around him and told herself that he probably wouldn’t feel the same. He had a girlfriend and yet…eventually the girlfriend was gone and the two were left more free. A hazy part of her mind told her that this might be a drunken stroke of impulse and to enjoy this because come morning it would be gone and done. “Henry.”

It only took a moment to flip them over so she straddled his waist and his back met the earth. It was only a moment later as the world still swayed from the movement that she let her weight fall against his chest, one hand dragging his to rest on her waist while she kissed him deeper as the stars above watched in all their shinning glory.

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@sixthofficer


Send to get a kiss from my muse!
Send 💋 for a kiss of the receiver’s choice
Send 💗 for a good morning or goodnight kiss

       “Do you walk most of the passengers to their cabin, Mr. Moody?” Eyes glimmered with mischief as she hesitated outside the door to her room. There was something to the boyish charm of the man that she felt drawn to, or perhaps it was just the sheer fact that he was a perfect gentleman. 

“I really hate to say goodbye now. You’ve been lovely company- the best onboard. ” Though… there were moments she thought she saw something a bit more playful in that smile of his. “But I suppose if this is goodnight then…”

That might have been why she decided to be brazen enough to step closer. Heels rocked upwards as she inched closer and could almost smell the sea clinging to his peacoat. Her hand reached up to steal his hat in distraction and quickly hiding it behind her back as she pushed herself up onto her toes. One hand braced against his chest as her mouth slanted over his, tasting the salt on his lips as she leaned in closer and let the hat hang loosely at her side. She didn’t want the evening to end and there was an impulsive urge to grab him by the lapels and drag him stumbling into her solitary cabin for a few hazy hours of tasting his skin and inhaling the sea clinging to him.

Somehow, she managed to remove herself from his person murmuring quietly. “Goodnight, Mr. Moody.”

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