isn't it uncomfortable doing things with a fist in someone's mouth? I've never gagged anyone before. Cuffed yes. Isn't there some kind of silence rune you could "accidentally" put on him?
Told me he could handle the situation and I could get back to cheerleading.
French works. French is fine. It's not like I know any languages specifically, so really anything would work. But French seems to lend itself to the situation.
This is why I come to you. Honestly, how do guys ever stand a chance against you?
That won't be a problem until he does that stupid smile of his and then I might be a bit distracted.
Apparently I look as good in leather as he does, so. And it's not for my cooking skills. So when are we next going out so I can watch you stalk your prey?
But you guys are family. Surely he shows it to you. But I'm still gonna take that ego stroke because it's a nice one. 😍
At least you'll be able to give him a hell of a last meal.
I'm suddenly very excited about tonight. No boring patrols, nope. Nothing but dancing and debauchery. Well, mostly you with the debauchery. Unless Jace shows up and then I can't guarantee anything.
Just keep the debauchery with Jace somewhere I don't have to listen to it. I love you both, but not that much. <3
Tonight is for dancing and miniskirts and breaking hands if we don't want them on us. And maybe a little debauchery.
knock knock
[It's been more like 30 minutes than 10, but Isabelle wanted to make sure she had everything they'd need to make the night a success. She sends the text anyway, seconds before knocking on Buffy's door, her other hand clutching a large bag holding no fewer than four dresses, a few pairs of shoes, some vital accessories, and her makeup kit.]
[ Buffy threw open the door, a hairbrush paused in the act of brushing with her other hand before she practically threw it out the doorway as she moved in to hug Isabelle. ]
Why is it that I always feel like you just assume I have no kind of hair or beauty supplies. Wardrobe I get, because hey, you said you'd lend me a dress.
Are you trying to tell me something without telling me?
[Isabelle laughs and drops the bag for a moment to hug Buffy tightly, before she picks it up again and continues in.]
You know I'm not that subtle.
[She winks and heads for the bedroom to unload everything out on the bed, laying out a short, deep-v red leather dress, a few other options (mostly for herself) and also a few accessories (yes, that's a tiara), her makeup, and no less than 3 different curling irons.
Isabelle gestures to everything with a slow sweep of her arm.]
This dress will be perfect on you, but it's nice to have options.
Okay, yeah. That's true and I do love you for it. Who needs subtle anyway, right?
[ Buffy is still somehow always gobsmacked no matter what it is that Isabelle brings over. She used to think she had all the greatest shopping prowess but she really has been proven wrong. And the tiara - Buffy just grinned because she knew that was going to be Isabelle's and she was fine with that.
Buffy gave a shake of her head as she picked up the red leather dress. ]
Nope, I'm still sold. This is killer. If I don't stop some hearts with this, I will have brought you serious shame.
Excellent choice. Who has time for shame? You'll be dynamite. Now strip.
[Said with a wink and a laugh and shooing motions for Buffy to hurry up, while Izzy assembles her own outfit, also leather, but white as snow and slick, the mirror angel to the devil red of Buffy's dress. They'll be a lovely set.
Knee-high white leather boots and her signature snake bracelet complete the look, and then she's on to makeup, lots of shimmer and dramatic winged liner.]
So what are you in the mood for? Mundane rave or something with a little more bite?
Certainly not me these days. Been there done that, wore the guilty t-shirt.
[ Buffy smirked as she gave Isabelle a salute, but still followed her intructions. There was of course much magic in the way of her underwear choices to truly do the dress justice. She still wasn't quite as gifted as the shadowhunter.
Buffy's barefoot for the moment and her hair is still a messy ponytail as she tries to figure out her shoes and make-up. Boots were not going to work with the dress. At least not the boots she normally wore. This was going to require heels. ]
Ah... well, I'd say bite but I feel like if fighting is required on any level then I really will be stripping again. No kicks are happening in this dress that's for sure.
[ Of course all sorcerers knew each other in New York. Thor was beginning to learn that the magical community on Earth was much larger than he originally thought. Perhaps it took truly being away from everything and losing Asgard and his father to truly appreciate it.
And perhaps it just meant watching Loki's look of disapproval every time they visited Strange. That look like Loki might find himself falling through a portal again for several minutes while Thor and Strange chat. They may have become closer, but Thor was still his big brother and big brothers always enjoyed a joke at the little brother's expense.
Perhaps it was also why Thor was grateful Loki stayed away from this particular party. Silver tongue by reputation, Thor didn't need to find out that his brother might have taken a fancy to a particular raven haired beauty he'd had his eye on since entering Magnus' penthouse. And yes, that literally was eye these days.
The king of Asgard smiled as introductions were made, but he tracked Isabelle as she moved around the room, only half listening to a petite redhead that Magnus had said was a friend. Clancy? Clanky? Cleo? Maybe he should have brought Loki. It would have been fun to see if the God of Mischief could have managed to make her speechless in several different ways.
He finally excused himself, a look from Isabelle from over her shoulder telling him that the balcony was indeed where he was needed right then. He stepped out into the cool New York air, his usual Asgardian armour gone in favour of something much more Midguardian. It was a snug fit, his toned body still obvious beneath the layers of fabric. It was only the eye patch now that made him stand out.
Thor couldn't help the wide grin as he approached the Shadowhunter and placed a hand behind her on the railing as he let his gaze flick over her before turning it to the city at large. Despite Loki's arguments to the contrary he was glad he'd picked Earth to bring his people. ]
Is there a reason Magnus did not see fit to introduce us?
[If Thor thought his eypatch was the only thing that made him stand out, that put him somewhere lower on the intelligence scale than Izzy would have pegged him. Not that she was particularly interested in his intellect at present. There was something about a powerful man who was so at home with himself that made her a little weak and a little bit on fire, and Izzy had only begun to turn up the charm when she knew she had his attention.
She wasn't sure why Magnus had invited her, maybe there was some unspoken rule that a Lightwood needed to be present, but when she'd arrived he'd merely complimented her outfit, perhaps a little profusely, handed her a drink and instructed her to mingle. As if she needed to be told. But either Magnus had taken up matchmaking as a hobby or he needed the incredibly distractingly tall drink of water out of his way, and either way, Isabelle was deeply grateful.
She turns to the man (she's 100% sure he's not human, but also 100% sure he's male) with a coy grin, leaning against the railing and making absolutely no attempt to mask that her gaze is all for him.]
If I didn't know better I'd say he wanted you all to himself.
[She holds out her hand with a flourish, palm down, wrist bent gracefully.]
It wouldn't be the first time, but I have preferred women these last few centuries.
[ Thor pushed off the railing as he gave her hand, and the woman attached the attention they deserved and bowed to kiss the back of her hand. His beard tickled the skin as he smiled against it and he kept a hold as fingers massaged her palm and wrist and he took a step closer once he'd straightened up.
He could be a bumbling fool when he met a pretty lady, but he also knew when to turn on the charm and lately he had been feeling a lot more at home in his skin after taking his father's place as king.
It might not be a position he still considered his own, but he had a purpose. He needed to get his people to safety and to make them feel like they still had a home.
But he also needed something of his own. His gaze dropped to her full lips, intent on them before he blinked and remembered some of his manners. ]
Thor, and it is absolutely my pleasure to meet you, Isabelle.
[Her smile only grows as Thor dismisses the warlock's fictional attentions, and somehow manages to warm her from the inside out with nothing more than a kiss to her hand. Oh, she absolutely has to keep him.
When he gives his name it strikes a different chord. She's not so naive as to think that angels and demons and God were all there were to the world, but there's something about the way he says it... there's power there. He steps closer and she curves a little more, shoulders back as she looks up at him-- and up, and up.]
Thor. [She says it slowly enough it sounds like she's tasting it, and her free hand slides up his other arm. She had to get a hand on that bicep, there was an irresistible magnetic pull.]
What brings you to New York? [She's usually not one for small talk for too long, but she's far too curious about him to skip the preliminaries...]
[ Thor frowned just a little as he watched with a little bemusement while she seemed to test out his name. Like maybe she was checking if it was true, or if he was now who she thought he was. He didn't mind. It was refreshing given the reactions he normally got out on the street, or even among those he considered peers.
Inevitably people assumed they knew who he was just from his name, or appearance. Both hands were on the balustrade behind her now. Her hand on his bicep felt like an invitation and he was not above trapping his prey early on.
He leaned down a little further, eyes gazing at her perfectly painted lips for a long moment before he parted with his story. ] I've been here a few times, it's familiar ground. I needed to see a mutual friend of the magic world. I do quite like it here. The views are particularly stunning.
[ Perhaps if he hadn't said it with such sincerity it would have been too easy to laugh at the corniness of it. ]
[It hasn't sunk in yet that he's that Thor. The eyepatch and hair are definitely distracting, as is his proximity in general. She was in New York during the Incident as the mundane media liked to call it, and even assisted as much as she was able, so the Avengers and their allies were not unknown to her. But as Shadowhunters were a very secret society they weren't about to make their presence known to the media or anyone the media particularly enjoyed stalking.
All she really cares about right now is the delicious man boxing her in without making her feel trapped. She spares just a moment to wonder if she could successfully throw him off the balcony if it came to it. Or if she could literally climb him. The thought has entirely too much appeal.
She doesn't pretend to misunderstand the compliment and her smile is genuine. The squeeze to his bicep is entirely reflex.]
I agree the scenery has improved significantly. Are you here for long?
this is where life took me, idk, I'm sorry it's apparently a sad prompt?!
i'm just awake the kind of awake where you stare at the ceiling for hours and start hallucinating shapes of extinct animals you've never actually seen before
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What did he say this time?
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Told me he could handle the situation and I could get back to cheerleading.
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There might be a rune. Wouldn't it be a little creepy if he was completely silent?
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Well, okay. Yeah. Major creepy. Is there a quiet apart from dirty talk and moaning rune?
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There are some translation runes that might work. Do you have a favorite language? You can just pretend he's talking dirty in French instead.
Better yet, just beat him up then sit on his face. Problem solved.
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French works. French is fine. It's not like I know any languages specifically, so really anything would work. But French seems to lend itself to the situation.
This is why I come to you. Honestly, how do guys ever stand a chance against you?
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They don't, it's part of my charm. Don't sell yourself short, there's more than one reason he keeps coming back.
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Apparently I look as good in leather as he does, so. And it's not for my cooking skills. So when are we next going out so I can watch you stalk your prey?
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Better. Definitely better. And don't worry about the cooking, he's just an ass.
How about now? No pressure. I'll even lend you a dress. ♥~
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Oh no, the cooking is all me. I know I can't cook. He's right to not want me for that. I just know how to order out when the cooking fails.
You say that like I have the cleavage for your dresses, but I do like your taste.
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According to him we have that in common.
You don't need me to tell you you're gorgeous. I have the perfect dress in mind. How do you feel about red leather?
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We can't be amazing at everything, that's just unfair. Better to be awesome at kicking ass.
Are you kidding? My favourite pants are red leather.
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Who said anything about fair? I'll be a gourmet chef someday and I'll shove it down his throat AND kick his ass.
Perfect! I'll be at your place in 10, we can get ready together~
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At least you'll be able to give him a hell of a last meal.
I'm suddenly very excited about tonight. No boring patrols, nope. Nothing but dancing and debauchery. Well, mostly you with the debauchery. Unless Jace shows up and then I can't guarantee anything.
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Tonight is for dancing and miniskirts and breaking hands if we don't want them on us. And maybe a little debauchery.
knock knock
[It's been more like 30 minutes than 10, but Isabelle wanted to make sure she had everything they'd need to make the night a success. She sends the text anyway, seconds before knocking on Buffy's door, her other hand clutching a large bag holding no fewer than four dresses, a few pairs of shoes, some vital accessories, and her makeup kit.]
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Why is it that I always feel like you just assume I have no kind of hair or beauty supplies. Wardrobe I get, because hey, you said you'd lend me a dress.
Are you trying to tell me something without telling me?
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You know I'm not that subtle.
[She winks and heads for the bedroom to unload everything out on the bed, laying out a short, deep-v red leather dress, a few other options (mostly for herself) and also a few accessories (yes, that's a tiara), her makeup, and no less than 3 different curling irons.
Isabelle gestures to everything with a slow sweep of her arm.]
This dress will be perfect on you, but it's nice to have options.
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[ Buffy is still somehow always gobsmacked no matter what it is that Isabelle brings over. She used to think she had all the greatest shopping prowess but she really has been proven wrong. And the tiara - Buffy just grinned because she knew that was going to be Isabelle's and she was fine with that.
Buffy gave a shake of her head as she picked up the red leather dress. ]
Nope, I'm still sold. This is killer. If I don't stop some hearts with this, I will have brought you serious shame.
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[Said with a wink and a laugh and shooing motions for Buffy to hurry up, while Izzy assembles her own outfit, also leather, but white as snow and slick, the mirror angel to the devil red of Buffy's dress. They'll be a lovely set.
Knee-high white leather boots and her signature snake bracelet complete the look, and then she's on to makeup, lots of shimmer and dramatic winged liner.]
So what are you in the mood for? Mundane rave or something with a little more bite?
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[ Buffy smirked as she gave Isabelle a salute, but still followed her intructions. There was of course much magic in the way of her underwear choices to truly do the dress justice. She still wasn't quite as gifted as the shadowhunter.
Buffy's barefoot for the moment and her hair is still a messy ponytail as she tries to figure out her shoes and make-up. Boots were not going to work with the dress. At least not the boots she normally wore. This was going to require heels. ]
Ah... well, I'd say bite but I feel like if fighting is required on any level then I really will be stripping again. No kicks are happening in this dress that's for sure.
idk i just rambled a bunch of crap
And perhaps it just meant watching Loki's look of disapproval every time they visited Strange. That look like Loki might find himself falling through a portal again for several minutes while Thor and Strange chat. They may have become closer, but Thor was still his big brother and big brothers always enjoyed a joke at the little brother's expense.
Perhaps it was also why Thor was grateful Loki stayed away from this particular party. Silver tongue by reputation, Thor didn't need to find out that his brother might have taken a fancy to a particular raven haired beauty he'd had his eye on since entering Magnus' penthouse. And yes, that literally was eye these days.
The king of Asgard smiled as introductions were made, but he tracked Isabelle as she moved around the room, only half listening to a petite redhead that Magnus had said was a friend. Clancy? Clanky? Cleo? Maybe he should have brought Loki. It would have been fun to see if the God of Mischief could have managed to make her speechless in several different ways.
He finally excused himself, a look from Isabelle from over her shoulder telling him that the balcony was indeed where he was needed right then. He stepped out into the cool New York air, his usual Asgardian armour gone in favour of something much more Midguardian. It was a snug fit, his toned body still obvious beneath the layers of fabric. It was only the eye patch now that made him stand out.
Thor couldn't help the wide grin as he approached the Shadowhunter and placed a hand behind her on the railing as he let his gaze flick over her before turning it to the city at large. Despite Loki's arguments to the contrary he was glad he'd picked Earth to bring his people. ]
Is there a reason Magnus did not see fit to introduce us?
I am fucking screeching
She wasn't sure why Magnus had invited her, maybe there was some unspoken rule that a Lightwood needed to be present, but when she'd arrived he'd merely complimented her outfit, perhaps a little profusely, handed her a drink and instructed her to mingle. As if she needed to be told. But either Magnus had taken up matchmaking as a hobby or he needed the incredibly distractingly tall drink of water out of his way, and either way, Isabelle was deeply grateful.
She turns to the man (she's 100% sure he's not human, but also 100% sure he's male) with a coy grin, leaning against the railing and making absolutely no attempt to mask that her gaze is all for him.]
If I didn't know better I'd say he wanted you all to himself.
[She holds out her hand with a flourish, palm down, wrist bent gracefully.]
I'm Isabelle.
returns to roll around in the sexy feels ha ha
[ Thor pushed off the railing as he gave her hand, and the woman attached the attention they deserved and bowed to kiss the back of her hand. His beard tickled the skin as he smiled against it and he kept a hold as fingers massaged her palm and wrist and he took a step closer once he'd straightened up.
He could be a bumbling fool when he met a pretty lady, but he also knew when to turn on the charm and lately he had been feeling a lot more at home in his skin after taking his father's place as king.
It might not be a position he still considered his own, but he had a purpose. He needed to get his people to safety and to make them feel like they still had a home.
But he also needed something of his own. His gaze dropped to her full lips, intent on them before he blinked and remembered some of his manners. ]
Thor, and it is absolutely my pleasure to meet you, Isabelle.
/three years late with starbucks
When he gives his name it strikes a different chord. She's not so naive as to think that angels and demons and God were all there were to the world, but there's something about the way he says it... there's power there. He steps closer and she curves a little more, shoulders back as she looks up at him-- and up, and up.]
Thor. [She says it slowly enough it sounds like she's tasting it, and her free hand slides up his other arm. She had to get a hand on that bicep, there was an irresistible magnetic pull.]
What brings you to New York? [She's usually not one for small talk for too long, but she's far too curious about him to skip the preliminaries...]
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Inevitably people assumed they knew who he was just from his name, or appearance. Both hands were on the balustrade behind her now. Her hand on his bicep felt like an invitation and he was not above trapping his prey early on.
He leaned down a little further, eyes gazing at her perfectly painted lips for a long moment before he parted with his story. ] I've been here a few times, it's familiar ground. I needed to see a mutual friend of the magic world. I do quite like it here. The views are particularly stunning.
[ Perhaps if he hadn't said it with such sincerity it would have been too easy to laugh at the corniness of it. ]
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All she really cares about right now is the delicious man boxing her in without making her feel trapped. She spares just a moment to wonder if she could successfully throw him off the balcony if it came to it. Or if she could literally climb him. The thought has entirely too much appeal.
She doesn't pretend to misunderstand the compliment and her smile is genuine. The squeeze to his bicep is entirely reflex.]
I agree the scenery has improved significantly. Are you here for long?
this is where life took me, idk, I'm sorry it's apparently a sad prompt?!
it's a surprise.
are you awake?
well hello~
What's wrong, Clary?
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the kind of awake where you stare at the ceiling for hours and start hallucinating shapes of extinct animals you've never actually seen before
totally normal stuff
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I hope you're drawing them.
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except for maybe how they still had some in february
that's pretty weird
do you want me to draw you a dodo bird, izzy?
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Especially in February.
Yes, but make it look like Jace.
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but maybe it was expired
do you think expired syrup will kill me?
i'll give it two heads and a dumb smug face then
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Kidding.
You'll be fine, Clary.
I'll have it framed, we need more contemporary art in the Institute.