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Stay tuned — ya girl has decided she needs a pretty boy vampire on the roster. SMH.

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look this is getting nowhere how about we just agree to disa- *remembers I should exploit any possible situation to my advantage* if you don't take me to the Monterey bay aquarium I'm going to start screaming

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Body language is her field of expertise. Humans will say so much without uttering a single word -- and they're far more honest, too. His expression when discussing his lack of plans, for instance, indicates discomfort. Why, Ljiljana isn't entirely sure...It's not as if she's some social butterfly, herself. The only reason she ever entertains company is for the sake of a meal.

Even now, it's not as if she accepted the invitation to this party for innocent reasons. Prior to meeting with Andrew again, Ljiljana had planned to find a willing partner and steal away into one of the extra bedrooms that the house had to offer...And look at her now: trapped in conversation with someone who would likely rather be anywhere else. Abysmal, truly.

"Do you enjoy the work you do? Is it fulfilling?" Ljiljana takes a sip from the contents of her cup, eyes trained on his face all the while. "You are no fool, Andrew -- once upon a time, it was the duty of the court jester to entertain the royals. He was compensated to play the role of fool and entertain. Do you wish to live for yourself? Or for the pleasure of everyone else?"

She speaks his language fluently. So many hours in a day, only most of his hours are taken up by wondering if he would even get paid for the day or if it would be yet another cancellation. He should really be more strict. Even more accurate than that is the toll it takes on the body. A toll which he is repetitively warned about, told to take it easy and he's just too damn hard headed to really listen. It's not about him, he doesn't think. It's about clientele and their own satisfaction. And for that, he will sacrifice God knows how many hours of sleep in his life time. As long as he's wading above water, he's golden.

All in all, they're quite similar. He's learning this now, since not much talking had gone on before. Not much about their lives, anyway, but there was talking had. Just not about anything of substance like monotonous routines. No, just bland demands and orders and filth. Much less exciting, clearly.

His shoulder props to wall, drink brought to lips as she goes on and he notes that little glance over his body. Suddenly, he's self-conscious. Is it that she's looking at him out of interest or regret.

something like- I let that man touch me?

Could go either way, he's not sure, and that thought alone brings him to shuffle awkwardly in place, arms cross to guard his body from that look of hers. Just a specimen under a microscope.

"Yeah, you pretty much nailed it, huh?" he answers, impish laugh let out- forced, rather while a hand comes to the back of his neck. "Business is boomin', people wantin' tattoos before Summer. Crammin' in appointments to show off the latest addition at the beach after it heals..." You can always tell who valued the art over ego by how late they booked. Closer to summer, more risks. But that doesn't stop them. So he adapts.

If they were smart, they would book in colder seasons. Ample time to heal before the sun returns.

"I've got a trip planned for the end of the month... Goin' down to Florida for a week. Other than that," head shake, nose crinkled as if he's disgusted by how boring his life can be. And the most embarrassing part- He doesn't realize this until someone forces him to talk about it. Middle of a conversation and he's left to finish a sentence that could put anyone to sleep. "No big plans. No news... just working." Has it been ten minutes yet?

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Most would likely feel something at least akin to shame in a situation such as this. He is throwing her out, after all -- politely, sure, but in no uncertain terms. Rather than fluster, however, Mara laughs.

"Okay, I hear you - and I'm sorry. There, see? I'm not totally unreasonable...Give me another chance, hot stuff. Please?" She has the good sense not to touch him without his consent, at least -- but once he's close enough, she does lean into his space, peering at him from beneath those long, wispy lashes with a pout formed on painted lips.

"I got overzealous - but you're absolutely right; it's rude to pry. I can be a good girl, scout's honor."

He watched her sharply, his eyes tracking her around the space while he didn't move from his spot, perfectly content in his stillness. "It's a studied fact that people like to be ignorant to. But if you likewise choose ignorance, that's to your detriment and has no impact on me," he responded, calmly. "But it speaks poorly to who you are that you pick and choose your technicalities."

Straightening behind the counter, he rested the palms of his hand flat against the wood, looking the stranger over with slow consideration. "And you ask questions you have no business asking. Especially not somewhere like this."

Voiding the sale, he gathered the basket to put it back where it had been to begin with. "I have a job to do, if you don't mind. I offered you an opportunity to talk elsewhere, if you're unwilling to take that, then I welcome you to see yourself out, and advise you to not look back. Looking back is not a good aid in living."

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Naomi Jon outfits for her music video “Ordinary” shot by @ ppppaano on ig

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Oh, what a delight to see a flicker of something real behind those eyes! This conversation has suddenly gotten much more interesting...For Mara, anyway. It's all well and good to play the role of humble mortal in front of humans - their poor minds wouldn't be able to comprehend the greatness of such a creature as a phoenix, after all - but Emre has no reason to hide from her.

"Oh wow, you really - you believe that!" The trickster claps her hands together, the sound sharp in that cozy shop space, quieter now than before with most of the earlier patrons having filed out for the evening. She's positively giddy now.

"Technically...You are a shop keeper. At least part-time. But I will admit that you've got me thinking now - about life, and what it means to really live. How many lives have you left behind now, hm? How many times have you started over?" Mara walks around the shop at a leisurely pace, admiring the various wines and other alcohol related knick-knacks available for sale. She plucks up a bottle opener with a particularly intricate design and holds it up to the light, twisting it this way and that to admire how it gleams and shines.

"They don't know you - who could? After all, none of us have shared in your...Unique life experience."

"More people die from heart attacks and strokes - as commonly linked to sugar - than from capsaicin and other spices." He looked up with a slightly sharper smile. "There are entire health conditions linked to having too much or too little sugar. Just because something burns doesn't make it dangerous." His head cocked slightly. "Though I'm sure temporary pain can seem more scary than a slow, saccharine march towards an early death."

He didn't answer her question immediately - it sounded more rhetorical than anything else - but he did tap the total on the machine once again with a pleasant enough smile. "You may be spending a little too much time trying to read me, my dear guest. Your surroundings should be more of note to you.

"A vineyard is never run by a single person alone. It's hard work, and it only works if run by those who care about their craft. It requires being willing to toil in the heat, in the sun, in the dirt. It requires patience, and believing that the people who are working are as dedicated to a task as you are." His smile remained fixed, unchanging. "I am not a shop keeper. I fill my life with life."

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[slip] Ljiljana

Human nature is to crave excess. 'Enough' is an unattainable goal that only fools strive toward. They want more. More experiences, more love, more passion, more memories - because there is only so much time available to them, as mortals. Ljiljana, however, has the promise of an eternity laid out before her. So long as she keeps her appetite sated (and doesn't run into any troublesome priests), she could very well live forever.

Men are predictable creatures. This one, however 'good' he may appear on the surface, is no different. He works himself to the bone - neglects his own wants for as long as possible...And all the while, those desires become hungrier. Feeding on insecurity, on pain, and on expectation; they grow stronger and become impossible to ignore. That is when men like Andrew seek her out.

"Ah-ah-ah," she tsks at him, as if disappointed by his inability to keep hands to himself - when in reality, feeling his yearning sparks an infernal excitement in her blood. Ljiljana smiles as she guides his hand away from between her thighs, placing it innocently upon his own lap.

"You don't get to touch unless I grant you permission to do so. And I don't think you've earned it - not yet. Why don't you pleasure yourself? Go on, baby, I want to see how close you can get without my help."

She leans back then, eyes twinkling with mischievous delight as she awaits the show.

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i just wanted you to NEED ME.

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[ text ] this is why you're the brains of our operation

[ text ] full of good ideas & sass

[ text ] it's really proving to be a lethal combo - I don't think I could say 'no' to you, even if I wanted to

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[ sms: arlo ] lucky charm? maybe i should attend more of your fights then? [ sms: arlo ] that sounds an awful lot like an invitation, lo. [ sms: arlo ] i definitely wouldn't mind helping fill some space next to you. [ sms: arlo ] it's starting to become a recurring past time I enjoy.

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ROYAL, FANTASY ROMANCE AND SPICE. all these quotes and sentences are taken from different sources as well some made by myself. change pronouns and places and names as you see fit. some of these are heavy with tension or sexual intention, though nothing too graphic, but you are warned some of these are full of spice and forbidden romance. if you have more suggestions, send them to me and i will add them to this post.

ACTIONS AND SCENARIOS. add +reverse to change the roles.

(royal ball): our muses dance at a royal ball. 

(captive in the tower): sender is held captive and receiver helps save them.

(arranged marriage): our muses are thrown together into an arranged marriage.

(childhood betrothal): arranged to wed since being children, our muses finally meet days before the wedding.

(ward): send is a ward at the receiver's house/home. 

(stolen kiss): sender kisses receiver before a battle, away from prying eyes.

(mystery knight): sender is unknown at court and receiver wants to know them further.

(secrets): our muses are together in a secret relationship as their families wouldn’t approve. 

(brother’s keeper): sender is receiver’s brother's best friend. Sender has been harboring a crush since they met.

(taken): sender is taken prisoner by receiver on their ship at sea after a shipwreck.

(horse ride): there is only one horse trope, our muses have to ride together.

(guard): sender is made receiver’s guard and they have to travel/spend time together.

(no one is here to help): receiver is taken to sender as their captive.

(aftermath): after a battle/war, sender and receiver reunite thinking the other was dead. 

(my prince): sender falls for receiver, who is the realm’s prince/princess.

(tourney): sender gives the receiver their favor during a tournament.

(piece of me): sender ties a piece of cloth on receiver’s hand to wrap around a wound.

(you left): sender left receiver years ago, now reunited, receiver is upset.

(last kiss): unsure if they will see each other again, sender kisses the receiver before distracting enemies so receiver can escape.

(under my protection): sender proclaims himself receiver’s protector while receiver is traveling/captive.

(starcrossed): our muses find out they have to marry other people and they reunite at night.

(we were in love once): our muses were together in a relationship in their youth and now see each other after years.

(my castle is yours): sender pledges their castle as a fortress to keep the receiver safe.

(gentle touch): sender heals the receiver of their wounds and inevitably grows close.

(magic): receiver is a being of magical properties and sender finds themselves enthralled by them.

(my paramour): receiver becomes sender’s mistress.

(the bane of my existence): our muses never got along and yet, they harbor feelings for one another after a heated argument.

(maze): our muses lose their guards in a maze and they find each other alone.

(it was always you): our muses are childhood friends about to get married.

(to make peace): from opposite houses, our muses are now married to bring peace.

(corner): behind a corner of the great hall, sender corners receiver after seeing them dance with someone else.

(advisor): receiver works as an advisor for sender, despite objection around court.

(rags to riches): receiver is a bastard now made legitimate and people around the realm came to meet them. Sender is one of them.

(at your service): receiver is a lady in waiting/personal guard to sender’s sibling and a romance develops.

(saved): sender is saved by receiver, who is a healer/witch.

SENTENCES AND QUOTES:

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”

“He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.”

“Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.”

“I want you—but I don’t want this."

“Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.”

“There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.”

“I will not share you."

“Well, princess, let’s see what you’re made of.”

“She added the flowers and incense to help mask your own scent.”

“Your eyes betray you. Your body even responds to mine no matter that you’re angry. You want me.”

“He is my ruin. My complete and utter devastation.”

“Just how long have you been sticking it to the girl who’s like a little sister to us?”

“There’s a certain sort of beauty in submission.”

“My story hasn’t been written yet, but I know it begins with you.”

“You will love this man. Do you understand? You will love him, serve him, and obey him in all things. This is your duty to me and to France. Am I clear?’

“She didn’t need a man. She wanted one.”

“Your wish is my command, my queen.”

“It is legal because I wish it.”

“Rejection is an opportunity for your selection.”

“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”

“Do you really want to put yourself through this? Is loving me really enough to endure everything you have to just to be with me?"

“Make no mistake.You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.”

“But perhaps, when you sleep, you will dream of me."

“I cannot come with you, my prince.”

“This woman was consuming him, bit by bit.”

“Call him. Claim him. Speak his Name. Make him thine before all others.”

“You are the harbor of my soul’s journeying.”

“We love what we love. We don’t need to justify it to anyone… not even to ourselves.”

“To love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.”

“The heart is neither given nor stolen. The heart surrenders.”

“Give yourself to me.”

“I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your man to serve.”

“I married you to stop the bloodshed, and you keep killing. When will it be enough- when?”

“Marriage is a marriage- love or arranged. Both require the same level of commitment.”

“We are trapped by convention and must marry another.”

“We had both accepted the unwritten rule of arranged marriage: love, if it arrived at all, would bloom with time.”

“Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.I don’t know how to be without you.”

“We were doomed from the start. A lost cause. A losing battle.”

“Mr. Larsen, if you make me cry at my own coronation ball, I’ll never forgive you.”

“You are my very own forbidden fruit.”

“I’m scared, but I’d rather have one real day with you than a lifetime of misguided security.”

“And you, are mine.”

“You think a courtship and a hunt are two separate things. They are not.”

“I will share him with you, I cannot lose him.”

“Why must you resist me so dearly? When you tremble under my touch?”

“You must be made of magic itself. Your touch is warm.”

“One day, I will be able to leave you.”

“Did he touch you? Did you enjoy the way he held you across the room?”

"I will be your husband. I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means?"

“And why, pray tell, should I make it easy?'

"You are the bane of my existence--and the object of all of my desires. Night and day I dream of you."

"I did not ask for this--to be plagued by these feelings."

“I have loved you at every dance, on every walk, and every time we've been together. You must feel it in your heart, because I do."

“Because,by the time I’m done, prayer is the only thing that is going to save you.”

“Suppose I told everyone that I had seduced you.”

“You’re not planning to refuse me, are you?”

'Tell me if I do anything you don't like.”

“Say you do not care for me. Tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away.”

“I am a gentleman. My father raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.”

“If I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity, and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps.”

“I have never met anyone like you. It is maddening, how much you consume my very being.”

“That scent. It has remained imprinted on my mind ever since that night of the conservatory ball on that terrace. Lilies.”

“I desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night because I want you."

“You’re the center of a star, and the force of gravity keeps pulling me closer, and I don’t give a damn that I’m about to be incinerated.“

“Whatever bad thing happened to you, it hasn’t made you less beautiful. There’s beauty in darkness, too.”

“I belong to you. Only you…I’ll always be yours. No matter what.”

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"I'll always go for spicy, when it's available. Sweet is...Safe. Comfortable. But where's the fun in that? If you don't occasionally dance on the edge, are you truly living?"

Based on the cozy little vineyard he's set up for himself, Mara is led to assume he doesn't feel the same -- but perhaps she's being too quick to judge? Although, it is rare that the trickster is surprised by much of anything these days. When you consider how long she's roamed this planet, well -- being somewhat jaded is an expected consequence, no?

"You don't keep company often, do you? No matter how open and inviting this cozy space of yours is, everyone who walks through those doors leaves soon after. I have to wonder if that's a personal preference, or...An unfortunate circumstance of your trade."

Those piercing blue eyes trace the lines of Emre's face -- then flit away, down to the clutch held beneath one arm, gleaming in shades of purple and gold. Tiny gems, upon closer inspection...And from the intricate pattern they make, it's clear that this was done by hand. After a moment of silent inspection of the contents, Mara makes a pleased noise as she withdraws a wad of cash.

"How much do I owe you, hot stuff?"

"Depending on how you mull your wine it can be sweet or spicy," he responded, moving around the counter as she gathered her choice of basket. "As for the sensations, those are always going to be dependent on who's drinking it. Someone who prefers a tart drink isn't going to find euphoria in drinking something sweet."

He looked over the claws briefly, pausing before ringing the basket in. "Is it the mulled wine that's new to you, or wine in general?" he asked, offering the machine to the woman with a pleasant smile. "It does come with instructions, of course, if you need them."

The problem, of course, was that he recognized a smile that sharp. He wasn't oblivious to danger, he just rarely cared much about it. In his shop, however, he was more willing to keep the peace as much as possible. "Or I could simply show you how it's done once I finish closing up."

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「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image. (Saoirse to Arlo oopsie daisy--)

The familiar chime of an incoming message draws Arlo's attention. He drags a towel across the back of his neck, mopping up the sweat gathered there with one hand, while the other taps at his phone screen to unlock the device.

And wow -- nothing could've prepared him for the contents of that text. Maybe contents is too strong a term, considering it's a single image. But you know, a single image can have a lot of power...And this one threatens to send him to his knees.

Or at the very least, the closest bathroom for some, uh...Relief.

[ text ] you are a goddess among men [ text ] you feel like allowing me a taste of heaven later? [ text ] after dinner - on me, of course

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💐 – What kind of flowers would your muse keep in their room? (Ljiljana)

Truth be told, she's not much for flowers. They're beautiful, yes, but they're...Impermanent. Their lifespans are short -- easily snuffed out. They remind her much of humanity, actually.

But if she were to choose a flower to associate with, it would be the rhododendron; known within the language of flowers to communicate danger.

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📻 – What kind of music does your muse secretly enjoy? (For Mara)

Secretly, huh...She's pretty loud about the things that she's interested in, overall -- cause Mara's too fucking old to give a shit what anyone else thinks. And who cares about something so trivial as music taste anyway? There's no way you could make her feel ashamed for being interested in jazz music (but more specifically, the stuff that was coming out in the 1910s).

While many may be surprised by this choice, it’s really quite simple: there is a certain soulful quality in jazz music that can’t be replicated. For a creature that has roamed the earth practically since the beginning of time, Mara has seen, heard, and participated in all manner of historical events — but nothing has ever managed to move her so efficiently as those brass instruments.

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What a shame, Mara finds herself thinking as she now has to look up to better admire that handsome face. He looks so good on his knees. A thought that she will almost certainly return to later -- but for now, she wants to savor every new and delightful expression she can inspire on that charming visage.

"Mulled wine...Tell me, is it sweet? How does it feel on the tongue? And when it glides down your throat...Is it euphoric?" Claw-like are the black painted nails that delicately trace the woven rim of one basket while she interrogates Emre.

She peers over one shoulder, looking at him from beneath wispy false lashes. There's a smile quirking the corners of her mouth -- but it's too sharp to be considered wholly sincere. "I'll take this one. It's hard for me to pass up the opportunity to experience something new, you see. Even if it's not as...Hard as what I'm used to."

The vineyard hosted a wide variety of events at times. Weddings, most commonly, but there were plenty of other times it got busy. Sometimes it wasn't even events that got the place busy. Today it was just the shop - tourists, if he had to guess - and he was never exactly unhappy to be surrounded by so much life.

He gave the woman a curious look at her request while he worked on restocking, his smile warm and amused. It was nearly the end of the day for the shop and while he wasn't openly flirted with at work often, but he didn't mind exactly.

"White wines tend to have a higher acidic quality, if that's what you're looking for. If you want something warming we have a couple of mulled wine kits as well." He gestured to a couple of the baskets set up along the shelf as he pushed himself to his feet, brushing off his knees before turning to face her fully.

"Otherwise, it sounds like you're looking for a harder alcohol than we sell here."