#･ﾟ . 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𓆱 modern.

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@selunight : liked .

❝ well, so much for that movie marathon, ❞ meadow sighed. a city-wide blackout wasn't exactly what she was anticipating for the night, but there was only so much to do. getting upset wouldn't bring the power back. ❝ maybe we should get looking for candles, I don't want to have to use the phone flashlight, in case something happens. ❞

as she's headed into her room, searching for a lighter, she pauses, casting over her shoulder: ❝ oh! hey, maybe we can play a board game, or something? I think I have clue? ❞

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@riselazarus : 92, one muse wears piece of clothing or jewelry that belongs to the other.

she muffles a yawn into her shoulder, drowsy-eyed as she watches the coffee maker get to work. though normally she'd much prefer some black tea in the morning, after a late night of movies and drinking games and... more, meadow is in dire need of a strong boost of caffeine. even if she does plan on dumping half of gotham's sugar supply into her mug.

she perks up as jason walks into the kitchen, offering him a small smile. it isn't until his brows raise that she remembers what she's wearing. a hoodie of his –– black as midnight; darker than anything she'd ever wear –– with 'it's a beautiful day to fuck off' written across the front in bubble letters. ❝ dog was on my suitcase, ❞ meadow explains softly, as if afraid to burst the early morning silence. ❝ didn't want to wake her. this okay? ❞

100 INDULGENT TROPES : accepting.

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@wolfishblooded : ❝ I'm not drunk! I am perfectly sober, thank you very much. ❞

meadow has to hide her smile behind her hand, nodding to be polite. ❝ mhm–– so the three shots you just did were a total breeze, then? ❞ she'd taken one with him, and already her stomach is warm. any more and she'll tip over, being the light-weight she is.

❝ well, you tell me when you're feeling less than perfectly sober, alright? ❞ the bar is crowded, hot with the press of bodies. under any other circumstance, it'd be overwhelming and manic. but with casimir beside her, his large figure keeping everyone else at bay, it's not all that bad. over by the bar, she spies a tall, leggy brunette eyeing him. a bolt of something shoots through her, too quick to name. ❝ hey –– I think you have an admirer. want me to be your wingwoman? ❞

MEME I CAN'T FIND : not accepting.

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MEADOW ON YOUTUBE :

ft. @riselazarus

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@riselazarus : sleepover , for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place.

❝ well, it's... everything you said it was, ❞ she eventually says. there's a persistent layer of smog and grime that seems to cover most of gotham, but if she tilts her head just right, the neon lights and skyscrapers distract from all the poverty and crime lingering on the edges. meadow shakes her head. cities always leave her feeling sad, the same way she might feel finding an old, used teddy-bear at a yard sale. there's the feeling that someone should be doing something, that someone should care –– but who?

❝ anyway, thanks for letting me stay the night. I'll have to try and find a hotel tomorrow. ❞ meadow's plane had landed early, and with her bad luck, her card had gotten frozen mid-flight because of one tiny purchase of a heating pad. so... jason's apartment is as good a place as any to spend the night.

she glances around the living room curiously, smiling because she can now paint a picture outside the borders of his phone camera. there's the couch, she thinks, filing it away, where jay had sat back and helped her figure out why her pc tower was making that weird buzz-saw sound. and the kitchen where he'd stood to try the tim-tams she'd sent a few months back. it's all nearly as familiar to her as if she'd been living there herself. and if meadow should feel awkward now... well, she simply doesn't. ❝ you need more blankets, y'know. don't you get cold? ❞

60 SCENARIOS : accepting.

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@riselazarus : prize , for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival.

❝ oh, no you don't. no, jay, you've already won me like a billion! ❞ meadow protests before jason can even step in the direction of the next stall. the tote bag over her shoulder is crammed full of a menagerie of adorable animals. she'd feel guilty for hogging them all to herself if there wasn't a part of her that was secretly touched that jason had given them all to her. she'd seen his bedroom though; the man is in dire need of something soft, plush, and googly-eyed. ❝ it's only fair I do the same. here, hold this please. ❞ she hands him her bag before marching up to the line –– if jay has anything to say, she pretends not to hear it, a serene smile on her face as she turns away and waits patiently for her turn. it's an obviously rigged set-up, but she's got good enough aim to throw the darts she needs.

moments later, she stands before him, a small stuffed duck held up to his face. ❝ I believe this is yours, good sir? you know what you have to do now, right? ❞ meadow smirks, eyes twinkling with more delight than she knows what to do with. ❝ you have to name it. something good too –– not bob or greg, or whatever. something fun. ❞

60 SCENARIOS : accepting.

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@unhonored : ❝ you like me because I'm a scoundrel. ❞

❝ I would never call you that! ❞ meadow laughs. parties have never been her scene, but for once, she stands confidently. maybe it has something to do with riven's presence at her side. though, he's somewhat of a scene stealer himself, everyone's eyes drifting over to him as he keeps meadow company. ❝ anyway, I like you for so many other reasons. you just also happen to be somewhat scoundrel-y. ❞

she gives him a small grin before lifting her drink to her lips. it's something fruity and simple; a lightweight like her can hardly handle anything stronger. ❝ you know you don't have to keep me company, right? you've got tons of admirers all around. ❞ meadow tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach when he looks at her. glances over at the gorgeous brunette across the club. ❝ she's been eyeing you since we got here. ❞

FLIRTY PROMPTS : accepting.