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There was a wide smile that was spreading across London's face, at least he seemed to get most of the outfit correct. When Camilo asked where the rest of it was though, he tilted his head to the side a little bit confused. "What do you mean where is the rest?" Then he pointed down to his own body, practically dressed in just the skimpy underwear but in a shade of pink. "This is the rest! It's totally in now and I think you're going to make it pop!" Modesty wasn't in his dictionary.

"Hey, what's up." Cammy's calm demeanor shined through. He was definitely happy to be making friends. He looked at all of the articles of clothes with high disappointment. "I vibe with the cowboy hat, cowboy boots, because Go Texas. But what the hell is that?" He pointed to the underwear. "And where is the rest?" he was definitely appreciative of the male doing this for him and knew he was going to mostly wear the outfit, but he was just complaining first.

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what someone was and wasn't wasn't really any of london's concern. he walked around camp without a solid three thoughts in his head at all times. maybe that's why he came back from an excruciating time in space as if he had just went to the grocery store for a whole month. fashion though? now that was something he could think about. "what better way to prove that you're not shy than to show up with this then?" he smiled widely over at felix before he went to sit down on the nearest spot. "an angel then, if you're not a bird?" again, the logistics were going to continue going over his head. "i thought you would, it seemed right up your alley. i'm going to have to make sure it fits though. we can fly up somewhere private if you don't want anyone else to see you."

felix couldn't say he had a distinct style to himself. he wore... what he liked to wear... ? although he tended to not dip his feet into the fanciest section at the store. he did like his clothes functional - in a sense, but he wasn't the army type either. god no. he knew letting the other - whom he'd barely even (not at all) met before had been a risk, but felix had been feeling frisky & assumed he couldn't do much wrong. he didn't, really. it was just - indeed, less than he'd expected. lips formed a little o, but not for long. good thing he had his beach body going already. "that's .. uh, glad i'm not shy. thanks, man. don't know if i count myself ...to be a bird, but close enough." he chuckled quietly, shooting the other a smile before accepting his new pair of very short, shorts. "i do like the golden touch."

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Survival of the Thickest (2023-). Keep Your Plants Watered, Bitch.

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"Good, I love a man that has a little backbone to him." Not that he thought Greyson was a pushover. If someone did, then they'd have to see the man turn into a big bear in the middle of camp. Once Greyson gave into the kiss, things had changed for London. His body radiated heat as he got too excited, the rainbow manipulation taking over and covering him from head to toe. Trying to get over the fact that he looked like a nightlight, London moved his other hand to wrap around Greyson's neck and continued to deepen the kiss. He started to walk forward, trying to make it to the other's bed.

"You're not, if I don't want to I wont." Greyson assured. When it came to things like having a drink or taking drugs he'd always been clear on only doing what he wanted when he wanted, even if at times the son of Pan could be a people pleaser. The soft touch to his cheek was nice, a gentleness he'd not felt in some time and so Greyson found himself leaning into the touch more as he felt London's lips press agains his. For a brief moment the Wildling was a little hesitant as if needing to mentally remind himself that he didn't need anyone's permission to enjoy this and soon was pressing his lips more firmly against London's.

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sure, he could have easily used his telepathy to try and see what she actually would have liked, but london didn't think he was wrong. if he was, he assumed that holli was the type of person to correct him as well. "that's only seven people, you could use up to three more." he snickered softly as he put the heels back into her closet and then turned around once she had the strappy sandals in her hands. "you're welcome. i figured you'd want to be comfortable if you were going to be worshipped all night long." again, he had no problem making that happen for holli. after making that back wall and helping him crack the code, she deserved more than just that.

the wandering hand put some fire into her skin, but the presented proposal set it alight, a genuine blush burning in her cheeks; it was like he had peered into her inner workings, when she usually wanted to be the one doing the peering. she played it cool with a coy smile. "oh what, you think i'd like to be worshiped or something? maybe delegate someone to each erogenous zone?" london seemed to have the kind of leadership needed to get it done. once dressed and preening, putting up the smallest amount of makeup so she never had to worry about sweating it off, she met london and took the green strappies from him. "i love strappy sandals on bare legs. thank you."

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Seeing how Greyson looked in the outfit that he had picked out for him was fun, but then again he would be happy to see the man in anything. Or nothing if he was being specific. "Whenever you're ready, I also don't want to act like I'm forcing you to do something that you don't want to." London moved his left hand up to cup Greyson's cheek. He brushed it softly with his thumb as he leaned forward a little bit more. "Oh, I want to." The son of Iris didn't hesitate when he pressed his lips against Greyson's, moving his other hand to wrap around the man's waist. This felt good, it felt right, and most importantly it felt fun.

Grey didn't pay too much attention to London while he was rummaging around in his underwear draw, and definitely would end up wearing whatever the other demigod made sure was on top, always just grabbing the first thing he laid his fingers on. He figured out how the outfit came together eventually, putting it on and taking a look at himself in the mirror. He always felt like he was looking at someone else whenever London dressed him. "Okay, well maybe I'll do them again I just haven't felt like it since..." He left. Grey looked away from his own reflection when he felt London's hand brush along his arm, a little surprised at the request. "If you want to..." He replied, blush darkening.

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taking her clothes off was not a promise that he made lightly. london nodded a bit as he continued to let his hand explore her body. "oh, i definitely promise. the others are going to want to worship you head to toe by the time i'm done at the party." he grabbed the glass and clinked it with hers, taking a long sip of the drink. the son of iris let out a pleased hum as he tasted the red alcohol. "you never fail to amaze me, dioson." he nodded over at holli, whistling as he saw her in the outfit. then he walked to her closet and looked over at the shoes. most people would pick something muted because of the color, but he picked out two pairs. the first an orange pair of heels and the second green strappy sandals. then he turned around, waving both of them over to her. "pick your poison."

holli purred a full throated appreciation toward london's look, really enjoying the risks he took easily, without batting a lash. she leaned back against him as goosebumps dotted her skin, his proximity tickling the hairs on the back of her neck, and holli rested her weight there a moment, "promise?" before she moved away from him to mix, shake, mix, and fill a tall wine bottle...to go beside the five already sitting by the door, though it was more red and most the others ranged from pink to orange. there was still 2 cups left in the metal cup, though, and she poured them into wine glasses. she would hand his glass over, clink them, sip, then strip within one minute before wandering over to slip into the cherry bomb nighttime look. "do me a favor? pick a pair of shoes for me? the left side of my closet." if he agreed, london would find a pile almost as tall as he was of most imaginable color and style options.

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"Oh thank you for giving me the consent. That was very nice and attractive of you." London didn't halt in going over to Greyson's underwear draw and opened it up. He sifted through some of the pairs and made sure to put his favorite ones on top, hoping that the son of Pan ended up wearing the first thing that he grabbed. This way, he could easily guess what underwear he was wearing. "You're still very fun if you do those things, but doing them is an additional layer of fun." The son of Iris walked over to him. "I wouldn't say they don't want you. I'd love to kiss you if given the chance." London smiled softly as he moved his hand up Greyson's arm. "Can I?"

"I mean I don't know what's so interesting about it but you can look if you want." Greyson chuckled, gesturing to the right draw as he pulled on the ripped jeans. The son of Pan couldn't help his blush at the other's flirting, always surprised when someone flirted with him at all. He nodded as London explained the party a little more before shrugging his shoulders as he pulled on the tank top. Greyson hadn't really kissed anyone or danced with anyone in a long time either. "Am I not fun if I don't do those things? I mean I've done them in the past but no ones wanted to make out with me or dance with me since...a while."

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"Is it bad that I want to get a look at your underwear drawer now? Does that sound creepy?" London could have said it was simply for artistic and fashion purposes, but he wanted to see what Greyson wore underneath his clothing normally. "Oh this is one of the best highlights of my day. Mainly because I get to picture taking them off of you as well." He grinned widely as he looked over at the other still getting ready. "It is a party, yes. If you don't do those things, do you still like to have fun? Whether it's making out with someone or dancing."

"I have a green pair, it's forest green." Grey answered, slowly undressing the rest of the way so he could try everything on. "Maybe, but wouldn't that mean you don't get to have fun picking stuff out for me?" He tried to joke with a smile, trying to be normal despite feeling far from his usual self most days. He was thankful London didn't seem phased by his scars, but not talking about them made him wonder what the other was thinking, but he didn't want to bring them up either. "I don't do those things." Not since a certain someone had left years ago. "What is this thing anyway? A party?"

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Cool, at least the clothes weren't going to get ruined and Greyson was going to be comfortable. "No one is going to see them anyway. Do you have a beige or green pair to wear?" That would pair well with the outfit just in case the rest of it did disappear somehow. "Good. You can keep the clothes then, maybe you'll wear them for another party or outing." London moved over to sit down and glanced over at Greyson. He noted the scars, but he didn't make a big deal about them. Not unless his friend brought it up. "Have you eaten yet? I think they're going to be drugs and booze, so just want to make sure you can handle it."

Still looking dubiously at the thong, Greyson shook his head. "I think I'll stick to my briefs, they're comfortable." He replied before debating on the rest of the clothes. "I can't tell you exactly how the magic works but my clothing and armour just transform with me. It's like...one minute I'm me and the next I'm a bear." He explained before taking the items London offered and laying them out on his bed. For a moment Greyson wasn't sure if he wanted to undress in front of his friend, but he reminded himself that eventually people would have to see what had been done to him, so he pulled his shirt over his head revealing the infernal art carved into his flesh.

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"I think it'll help you bounce around a lot or something. I still don't know how the whole beer thing works, but I figured you needed some flexibility." Which could help out a lot. London then pulled something else out from the back, an olive green over up. "I figured you'd protest a little bit, so i also brought this that you can through over. I hope you know that this is going to look amazing on you though. Whether you pick one piece or all four."

Greyson's eyes instantly went to the clothes in London's hands when the other demigod entered his cabin. He'd only heard pieces of what had happened, seemingly both of them captured in some way yet London seemed much the same as he'd always been, confident and warm - Greyson tried not to envy it.

The expression on the Wildling's face showed his doubts at the choice in clothing, but his eyes really went wide at the sight of the thong. "You want me to wear that?" He questioned dubiously. "It looks....uncomfortable." He protested slightly before noticing the cut outs to the tanktop. "That shows too much." He argued, usually always happy to at least try whatever London had suggested, but since his back had been permanently scarred with his abuse in the Infernal carvings, he'd yet to let anyone see it besides Kit.

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london quickly took off his robe once she grabbed the items from his hands. the first time that he revealed what he was going to wear. a skimpy pink thong that was tied together on each side with two strings. "you're always down for the game and you're amazing for that." he moved forward to follow her while she prepared the drinks. then he placed a kiss on the back of holli's neck. "oh trust me, we're all going to take it off you if i have anything to do about it."

holli squealed and took the (barely an) outfit off london's hands, focusing on him a moment, real excitement and appreciation in her eyes. fabric held in one hand, she put both on either side of his face, "i will hold up my end of the matchy match, yes, of course." she pecked his cheek and twirled off to start on something cherry real quick. she'd start with the soaked maraschinos. "you're welcome to take the gift back off me at any point in the evening and i'll let you. just so you know."

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Love is not something we wind up, something we set or control. Love is just like art. A force that comes into our lives without any rules, expectations or limitations.

SENSE8 | Death Doesn't Let You Say Goodbye (1.09)

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The Wilds S02E04: Day 42/15

Alex Fitzalan’s Arms: An Appreciation Post

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@rheevived-king

after tracking down the son of hades, london was quick to pull out the outfit that he had for him. "now now, hear me out here. there's a vision." he had a skimpy red piece for tucker's bottom, but then a couple of accessories to match. including gold jewelry. "you'll look amazing in red and the necklace will help you feel less naked."

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@haildioson

to match with himself, london not only left holli for last but also brought her a pink set. the bra with light pink with red cherries on it and the bottom had the same design and color scheme. "i really hope part of the liquor you're bringing is cherry infused or soemthing." he smirked over at her while handing her the outfit.

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@heraheir

with the promise of the hera cabin being opened up, london just flew in through the balcony and landed in camilo's room. "hey gorgeous." he quickly showed the demigod three articles of clothing. a cowboy hat, a baby blue skimpy piece of underwear with a thin string, and cowboy boots. "i think this will look amazing on you, bring out your eyes."