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mesmcrize:

A smirk hit her lips as piercing eyes made themselves reacquainted with her assets. Ignore the fact that the woman’s gaze gave her the usual feeling of butterflies. Her own light hues wondered over the woman’s familiar person and she couldn’t help but bite her lip back at thoughts of what’s underneath the suit she donned. As if she didn’t already know. “The case, huh? Yes, must be some new information brought to light I’m guessin’?” She asks, trying her best to act as if she was interested. “Make yourself at home…like you always do.” She added knowingly, as she stepped aside and allowed for the blonde to pass her. “You want anything to drink? Some water or wine?” 

it is nothing but an accident that their bodies make contact while she passes medusa in order to enter the apartment. she advances, though her approach to the sitting room is put to a momentary halt. flaxen curls ripple as her head turns. the comment made by the younger woman is simply disregarded. ❝ no, thank you. ❞ she lowers herself into the chair that is positioned opposite the couch in which, together, the two women have engaged in many concupiscent acts. one leg crosses over the other but she does not allow herself to recline for fear of becoming too comfortable. remaining obstinate is almost impossible for her to accomplish when enticement is always utilized by the brunette to divert her plan of action. ❝ whatever it is that you think is going to happen between us tonight, it’s not. ❞ 

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mesmcrize:

The fierce brunette, ran her her manicured fingers through her damp locks. The effects of her shower still ringing over her as she was dressed in nothing but her pale, pink silk robe, cleavage on full display. Her night was trying and all she wanted to do was relax and stop her racing mind. A sigh of annoyance escaped from nude, full lips. Who could be knocking at her door at this time of night, interrupting her nightly routine? Snatching her front door open, she fixed her lips to lash out at the unknown when she saw the dapper blonde at her door. An expression of amusement ran along her features. “May I help you, detective?” She asked cluelessly, tilting her head to the side, totally trying to ignore the obvious reason on why the older woman was at her doorstep. 

her gaze immediately locks on the younger woman’s cleavage that is proudly put on for display. then, it slowly lowers to her voluptuous figure that is ADORNED by silk. expectancy of medusa to answer the door in such casual attire is as always present but, nevertheless, she remains taken by the sight of her. the detective finally gains composure after an INAPPROPRIATE amount of time has passed ; embarrassment for her gawking consumes her. a lengthy amount of time has passed with silence on her end, until she is forced to respond. ❝ ----yes, ❞ she says. ❝ there’s something that i’d like to discuss with you concerning the case. ❞ cyan hues find their way to meet medusa’s. ❝ may i come in ?? ❞ 

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in recent months, she has become quite familiar with the interior of the nightclub owner’s apartment. a hand raises to give the wooden door two GENTLE knocks, though hesitation proceeds the action. her presence is solely for the case, or so she tells herself. ( she does this each time that she finds herself at medusa’s door, though, they somehow always end up stumbling into bed TOGETHER. ) she stands in silence, waiting for the brunette to answer the door, wondering if she will ever bring herself to finally put an end their liaison. the decision to inform her of her intentions has been made hastily. she wants her to know why she’s here, and it’s not to FUCK. 

( @mesmcrize )

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a lonely bitch… a loner… i love isolation AND detachment

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doherty, daria !

* OPEN / STARTER !

              laughter        BUBBLED         in her throat,           sure,          pain pulsed in her leg as she sat in a flurry of her papers,            but denim covered legs askew as she laughed.              the ability to laugh at ones self was never        LOST         on the irish native.            the stairs had never been her friends,          C L U M S I L Y            loosing her balace on the last step had her tumbling down,           but she simply laughed.       ‘         i’m okay.              ’         though she wasn’t sure if anyone had caught her stumble,        but she didn’t mind so much.

                 THUMPING elicited the natural response for the woman to stop in her tracks and c r  a n e her neck around. she viewed the aftermath of a body having fallen down stairs. not one to simply be a spectator to such a scene , she approached the young woman that occupied the space at the bottom of the stairs. crouching down beside the brunette , she silently began to pick up and gather the mess of papers that ENCIRCLED her. 

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dancy, whitney !

whitney didn’t even realize she was crying until she felt someone looking at her. “i’m sorry” she spoke, her voice shaking, “i’m usually not an emotional basketcase… work has just like- been really getting to me lately. forgive me.”

                sobbing poured from the brunette that occupied the chair beside her. the volume of the cries rose to a point where the woman was FORCED to look pitifully upon the other. she hadn’t meant to STARE , but her silent gaze had been noted before she could look away. ❝ there’s no need to apologize.❞ she turned to PLUCK a single tissue from the box of them that sat on the table on her left. ❝ what is it that you do ??  ❞ she asked, offering the tissue to her. ❝ ----if you don’t mind me asking. ❞ margot was not a comforter , but she could make a decent attempt at giving support. 

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━━━ gillian anderson, forty-nine, cisfemale ↷ margot evans has been living in wisteria apartments as a detective for five months. during that time she has earned the reputation of the enigma. it makes sense you know, they can be phlegmatic and intimidating. but let’s not forget they’re pretty sagacious and assertive. ( level three & #402 ) ( mitch. eighteen. she/her. pst )

hello beautiful people !! the name’s mitch and i’m so very happy to be here to write with y’all !! 

okay i’m doing bullet points and giving vague descriptions because it’s very late where i’m at and i have a killer headache but i promise to write up a good bio soon !!

background && other details

born in london, england margot was the youngest and only girl out of four children

her parents were polar opposites - her father was a strict and loveless, military man and her mother was a stay-at-home mother

margot’s parents had never been a happy couple and so it didn’t come as much of a surprise to anyone when her mother decided to leave when the children were all very young

the departure of the matriarch left the evans family in disarray and instead of attempting to fix the disorder margot’s father grew only more distant causing the children to look after each other but margot, being the youngest and only girl as stated before, learned to fend for herself and keep up with her brothers

margot never heard from her mother after she left. forcing herself to just “get over it”, she never attempted to contact her, though she constantly wondered about her for decades until she heard about her death and mourned her silently

due to all of these factors, margot grew a cold, more masculine exterior

her father and her brothers before her all went into military and law enforcement so it was only expected that margot follow in her family members’ footsteps - she became a police officer

she experimented with her sexuality, only to come to the conclusion that she was a lesbian after having been with men and women

for most of her life, margot found the idea commitment to be far too difficult to try, until she met sylvia. it wasn’t margot’s intention to gain feelings for the woman, and they seemed an unlikely pair, but she fell hard and there was no denying it was love

after five years, she proposed and the two were married

margot had no real qualms with leaving england to live in america with sylvia - by this time she had gone through the ranks, served her time, and become a detective ( and a damn good one too !! )

married for ten years, they’ve been living in wisteria for 5 months and everything is perfect but margot is living with the fear of her age catching up with her

she’s almost 50 and she knows she’s physically not what she used to be or, more specifically, able to do what she used to be able to do — it’s not a vanity issue at all. it has to do with her job which, after her wife, is the most important thing to her

personality

her colleagues would call her a bitch but she’s really not that bad — it’s mostly a false reputation because of the unapproachable vibe she gives off

she tends to isolate herself which has only given people the opportunity to assume things about her 

her softness comes out with her wife more than anyone, to be honest

sure she’s aloof, and maybe a bit aggressive, but that’s the rough exterior. underneath she’s a good person !! 

anyway that’s all i got atm but pls come hmu for plots connections etc or maybe like this post so i can come to your IMs and bug you :^)

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