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"You're welcome, Maria. You know I'd do anything for you." Frankie replied, and she meant it, leveling her gaze at the other woman so that her words would truly sink in. She stood up, gesturing for Maria to do the same. "There's a nice little spot not too far from here, we can grab a drink, on me." She offered, smiling. "Mm... life has been life. Not too much to report other than work is stressful, as usual, and I have no real personal life outside of socializing with you. And you? How are things?"

"Thanks." Maria smiled gently at the other, glad that Frankie wasn't going to push her for anything further. "Not hungry, but a drink would actually be amazing." Ever since they first met, Maria was so incredibly grateful for Frankie, glad to have someone like her in her life. It meant a lot to her. "Tell me about life. How have things been for you?"

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"I always feel real and alive when I'm with you." He offers easily, perhaps too easily, but then he's always been like that, never one to filter the thoughts before they come tumbling out of his mouth. It's been a problem for Brady in the past, but it's also been a blessing at times. It just depends on the circumstance.

He offers Aphelios a sweet little smile, like he's some kind of angel, and leans over the balcony again, a little further this time, the wind whipping his curls, his arms outstretched like he's Jack Dawson or something. "It feels good having a spot like this... you know? Somewhere up high no one else knows about, where no one else can bother me." It meant a lot that Brady had brought them here, that he was sharing this with them, it meant he found them safe. "I would never hold back on you... what are you asking me? What else I do to feel real and alive?" He pauses, frowning just slightly before lifting his blue eyes up to meet the other's gaze again. "You might not like the answer."

They have much to learn about each other still. Aphelios keeps his cards close to his chest as best he can, trying to keep Brady from seeing them before they're played. They will deal as things pop up, for now whatever this is is nice, an actually welcome change from the norm. Lately Phe is thinking there might just be room in his life for more than Alune. Possibly. A corner of their lips twitch into an expression that can almost be described as a smile as they watch Brady be so free. "It certainly is," they agree with a nod before they too take a deep breath. It's quite soothing, honestly, and stills some of Aphelios' inner turmoil. "I can understand that... Anything that gives you that feeling is worth chasing." It's how I feel about you, he thinks to himself, not nearly bold enough to confess something so personal. Yet. "Is this the extent of it? Or are you holding back on me? Share with me."

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Robin's always been sweet, naive, wearing his heart on his sleeve. It makes him an easy target for people like Topher, though their motivations always vary. So far, it's been a mostly symbiotic relationship between the two of them, and Robin likes Topher's company, he just doesn't like some of the unsavory things the other gets up to.

He frowns, knowing he's already failed. "C'mon, Toph! There's no way I'm going to suggest anything half as interesting to you as this bullshit." He says, gesturing. "Can't you just agree to one day for me? Next time, I'll do what you want. Okay? Seems fair..." What was he getting himself into...

There's an almost innocence that surrounds Robin. It's drastically different than anything Topher's ever seen or experienced, so needless to say he's obsessed with it. Maybe holding onto someone so good will cause that goodness to seep into him, change him, make him worthy. Change is a process and Topher's got a long road ahead of him, this is just the very beginning. "Are you fucking serious?" The answer is obvious so Toph doesn't wait for an answer. "What would a day for you look like then? Convince me it's worth it to change course and I'll consider it."

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Fox sits there with it, the I love you swirling around in his mind like water going down the drain, like an echo across a canyon. He blinks a few times, scrubbing his hands over his face, but then she's apologizing, and he's looking at her funny again. He leans forward, grabs her arm, "Wait..." The last thing he wants is for her to backtrack, to leave. He pauses for a moment, eyes searching her face, then he pulls her in and kisses her, a good firm kiss, like to say all the things he doesn't know how to say out loud. Then he pulls her closer still, into an embrace, their chests pressed together as their hearts find the same rhythm. He waits a beat, two, three, then he says it, right in her ear, just for Jolene. "I love you." And it's real and true and the most difficult thing he's ever expressed, but somehow he feels a thousand pounds lighter because of it.

She hates that she can't tell what he's feeling just by looking at him, though it's very on brand for Fox (and really at the end of the day she doesn't actually hate it at all; she loves it). It is nerve-racking to not know and she feels anxious as all shit while waiting for something, anything from him. What he does give her is a whole lot of nothing. Jolie can't make sense of any of it. "I'm sorry, clearly this isn't the revelation you wanted or expected. We can just move past it, it's really not a big deal," she tries to deflect and downplay, anything to salvage the situation. She can't handle the thought of things being weird between them on account of her. Their bandmates didn't deserve that.

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When they’d first met, Zephyr had been pretty adamant that this wasn’t going to be some love connection, they were just going to be physical lovers, but that had quickly fallen by the wayside as Crash and Zeph fell hard into one another, for one another. Crash fell first, probably harder, too, and was still falling all the way down the rabbit hole for his lover with no signs of slowing or stopping. He didn’t mind. He enjoyed the ride. He laughed at the suggestion that they might be lucky in lottery tickets since they’d been lucky in love, his eyes glittering with the force of it. “Doesn’t hurt to try, does it?” He asked, arching an eyebrow, wrapping his arm around Zeph, letting it hang there. “Mm… I just meant, what’s next for us? I keep thinking about all these future possibilities with you, and I want to know what you’re thinking, too… just to discuss it, not to necessarily move onto the next stage right away. Ya know?” He asked, shrugging his shoulders, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of Zephyr’s face. “Mm… I know, I’m always safe with you. My sweet, sweet lover. You’ll never hurt me.”

Love really is a beautiful thing under the right circumstances, and nothing is more right than being with Crash. In his last attempt at a relationship, Zephyr hadn't liked the person he became. Now though? There's no fear of turning into a monstrosity since Crash brings out the best in Zeph, and the reverse is true too. They're so good for each other and the future has Zephyr curious and excited. "Not particularly, to be honest. It just might be in our best interest to play given our luck in finding each other." His eyes sparkle as he just stares at the love of his life, grateful for his affection and touch. "Tell me what you thought, darling. I want to hear every thought that passes through your mind, no matter how insignificant they may seem to you. You're safe with me," they say gently as their smile widens. "This will be a safe crash this time. No damage done to that beautiful head or body of yours - I'll soften the blow for you."

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They squealed together when Cadence started, hands held and feet stamping like two excited little girls. Sydney's eyes were positively glittering, and she laughed at the other woman's words, rolling those eyes upward and around before shaking her mane of golden hair. It was true, she was ridiculously pretty, but could she get away with anything because of it? "I'm perfectly capable of looking like a jackass, and you're going to console me if it happens, you hear me?" She asked, poking Cadence in the chest before winking, taking a step back. "I definitely think this requires prep work. Besides, I'm totally wearing the wrong shoes to try to skate."

Cadence let out an excited squeal when Sydney agreed. She was happy to be victorious and even happier to see her own energy working through the other woman. "Okay, fair, but counter point? I seriously doubt you're capable of ever looking like a jackass. You're inhumanly pretty, it's just not possible. Even a blunder will come off looking cool or adorable." The implication of Syd's last words make Cade blush ever so slightly though her demeanor doesn't change. "Oh, yeah, babe, it'll absolutely be worth your while. Cross my heart... Do you wanna take some time to prep for this or should we launch right in? You set the pace here, I'm just along for the ride."

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Riley was nothing if not impressed by Mark and his nude form. He was a work of art, something sculpted by the gods, and he deserved to be worshiped. Riley wanted every piece of him, ached for him, and pushed his body back almost whining for it. He nodded his head, turning just so to sign back, "Yes, I need you so bad." There was an urgency there, desperation in his open mouth, his half-lidded eyes. He knew it was going to hurt but he welcomed the burn.

Mark was by no means a small man. He was one of the larger drivers in height and weight, despite being mostly lean muscle. His aching cock was just as big as the rest of him and, for a moment he worried about giving into Riley's request. Gently turning him around, he pressed the man to the cold wall of the small shower, reaching around with one hand to stroke Riley while his other moved between his cheeks, circling his puckered hole. Mark nipped and kissed Riley's shoulder and neck, his eyes and ears fixed on him because he wanted to make sure this was what he wanted while also knowing he couldn't verbally check to make sure. Only when Riley preened into his touch did Marcus pull his hand away, grabbing his cock before teasing Riley's entrance. Briefly pausing his stroking of his partner, he asked, "You sure you want this? Don't want to hurt you, Baby, but fuck, I need you."

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Zachary could be charismatic, could find it easy to talk to other people depending on the circumstances. He definitely found it enjoyable to converse with Calliope, she was fun and artistic and challenged him in ways that other people didn't. "What an angel." He snarked, laughing lightly as he shook his head before she got close, made her suggestion. He thought about it for a quiet moment then nodded his head, "A good suggestion. Might not be the easiest, it's definitely risky, but I've thought about it before. It's interesting to have someone else put it to words." He didn't know that he had enough faith in himself to do something like that, but if someone else backed him up, he might be able to go through with it. "Touring with you?" He leveled her with another grin, "I think it sounds absolutely fascinating, tell me more."

It was oddly easy to talk to Zachary. It was a nice feeling, albeit different since it never happened with anyone. Setting the phone down on the table, she laughed, shaking her head. "Don't worry, if it gets too much, I'll make sure to get you to the bathroom. " His plan didn't seem like a very solid one in her opinion, moving so she could lean forward, resting her arms on her knees and looking at him. "Start your own house." That was a risky move, not one she knew that he would actually find appealing, but he deserved better than this. Better than these people who were clearly using him. Moving her arms, she settled them onto the armrest of his chair, not once breaking eye contact with him. "How do you feel about touring, Zachy?"

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being covered in hickeys and lovebites wouldn't fix me but it would feel sooo good

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Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine.

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Genesis frowned. She couldn't imagine what he felt like having endured the severe and traumatizing loss of everyone in his family, almost dying twice himself, and also finding out that he wasn't biologically related to most of them anyway. It was all devastating. "Do you think you'll be able to hypothesize the way she did?" Gen asked, curious how he was going to navigate this new lifestyle now that Iris was gone and had set off the chain reaction, as it were. "Do you think you're still a target?"

Maybe Erik did belong locked up away from everyone and everything. It was a thought that crossed his mind to try and survive. Sure beat being locked up in a cabin like Iris had done to herself. "I don't know," he said, honestly, he had no idea. "I guess pay attention to things around me like Steph was doing. That's all I can do. I may not be a Campbell but it was definitely fucking with me to prove a point. The fire. Nearly getting sucked into that machine. It wants me to know that it can to me."

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Alexis knew that the desire of many of the spirits of the house longed to be free. He was going to figure out how to free them, if he could, and do just that. But that was easier said than done as he was finding no clues and several of the spirits seemed to not want to help him in any way. "Of course! I get to help people and spirits, and it feels good at the end of the day, but, when I don't get my beauty sleep... honey, there's hell to pay." He smiled, leaning his chin on his hand as he blinked and watched Jordy, shaking his head no. "Play me one of your favorites... one of your songs."

Jordy didn't think he deserved much peace. He knew when he walked into this house that his fate was sealed the minute the door slammed behind him. All he wanted was to be free someday. "At least there's some good spots to it, right? Sometimes you get to do a good thing when it's not someone like the person wanting this house." His head tilted, taking the guitar with a smile, strumming it a few times before tuning. "Anything particular?"

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There was a certain sense of pride to know that Hadlee was on Micah's list of potentials to set up with friends that they really liked. Jordan, Hadlee knew, was Micah's best friend, so to be considered to for something like that meant that Micah thought highly of her. And, so far, she thought Jordan was cool and cute and funny. What could go wrong?

"Hm... self-deprecating humor. I like it. I bet you often come out looking triumphant and cool, thought." She added with a wink as she finished cleaning the area and threw away the gloves she had on. "What other good qualities do you have?" She asked as she washed her hands before coming to take a seat across from him, eyes sparkling. "Nipples? That's a huge difference! I wouldn't recommend that be your next one, unless you like the pain. The healing process is worse than the needle going through the skin."

Micah had really gone through a list of people and no one seemed like a good fit for him, in their opinion anyway. He figured he was just a lot harder to try and pair up than most, especially when you had someone with such high standards as Micah. He was the same, though, when it came to them. Hadlee was pretty, he just had no idea this was set up as some kind of set-up? He thought that Micah was doing this to test him like they always did. "Uh, I always wind up looking like one in some way, it's a me thing. I'm not someone that isn't afraid to admit it either. One of my best qualities if you ask me." Then he paused, a laugh bubbling up before he shook his head. "I think I'm good with just this one for now. Let's see how this one goes before anything else. Who knows, maybe I'll go big next time and get my nipples pierced!"

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Devyn wraps his arms fully around Remy and pulls him into a hug, swaying him on the spot. “Yeah, I know. I’m pretty fuckin’ magical.” He teases, pressing his lips to Remy’s neck to kiss him gently there, help root him in this moment of stress-free clarity. However brief, it was needed for them both. “I see…” Devyn continues, still holding onto Remy, looking at him like trying to solve him and a puzzle at the same time. “Hmm…” He releases one arm from his fiancé to tap at his chin. “Better ways to cope, new strategies. Too bad I’m not, like, super smart, or a therapist or something, I’d be able to help you…” He pauses, eyes widening when he has a realization. “That’s a fantastic idea, Dev!” He says to himself, like patting himself on the back, he’s gleeful. “Maybe we should sit down and start scheduling things out? There’s only so much time in a day, right? And I’m pretty good at schedule making… we can slot in time for all your various tasks. It may not be as much as everyone wants, but it’ll work. We’ll manage it… what do you think? I probably have an extra planner and everything.”

Devyn's touch is like magic. It can't cure all of Remy's anxieties, not permanently at least, but it soothes him in the moment which is more than enough. No one has this ability, not even Remy's parents. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he steadies himself, before reopening and regarding his partner with affection. "You're a fucking wizard or something. Just see right through me," he mumbles as a gentle smile brightens his features. "I love you for suggesting that and even more for all the added sweet words. The thing is... I don't want to wait. Marrying you is the most exciting thing I've got going on, Dev. Claiming you as my husband is, like, everything I've ever dreamed of. Putting a pause on that won't help since I'll be thinking about it anyway." Something had to change though or he'd stress himself to an early grave. "I think I just need to find better ways to cope. New strategies, you know?"

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Tyler wasn’t the most present parent for Sylvaine, and she, perhaps, misses him the most of all because she had him the most when she was younger, and that guilt eats at him like rot in a tooth, but he tries not to focus on it, tries to move forward instead of staying rooted in the past. Sometimes, his kids are with him, sometimes, they’re still stuck back there like he gets. Like they all get, he supposes. And that guilt kicks him right in the gut, too, it’s like a never-ending cycle that Ty can’t help but try to make up for even when Sylvaine clearly wants nothing to do with his platitudes.

He's only minutely shocked when she looks at him the way she does, spews off her vitriol for his manner of speaking. His brows raise slightly and he purses his lips, but he doesn’t say anything, just lets her get it out, lets it wash over him. His eyes raise to look at her, and Tyler pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, folding his arms over his chest like that’ll protect his heart from any more blows. “I’m just trying to be honest with you about my feelings, I didn’t think that it would upset you like this…” Especially not since they weren’t bad feelings. But then Tyler could never anticipate how she would react. She was a firecracker, that was part of what made her incredible.

“You’re my daughter, Sylvie.” He said, leaning across the table now, looking at her almost pleadingly. How could she not see how great she was to him? “You’re smart and funny, loyal and tenacious and the toughest mother fucker I ever met. You’re strong. You don’t have to have all your shit figured out, not yet, you’ll get there…” He paused, her final words hitting him like bullets, knocking the air right out of him. He inhaled a shaky breath, leaning back just a little, trying to hide the tremble in his fingers. “I’m sorry, Sylvaine. I didn’t mean to fuck you up so badly. I know, I’m a piece of shit, sorry doesn’t cut it, but there’s nothing else I can do but say it, mean it, and try to be better.” Which he had been doing for several years, though the damage was already done.

Sylvaine isn't a robot who lacks understanding of human emotion, nor is she a monster who revels in the misery of others. Hurting her dad's feelings doesn't feel great but she isn't about to lie to spare him. That would be a whole different sort of unkindness that she just can't bring herself to do. The way he speaks in response though, that has her conflicted. On one hand it's nice that he's accountable for his actions and isn't trying to tell her she's wrong for what she's said. On the other, the sweetness is too much, it feels like overkill. She doesn't want to hear him say how much he loves her when she literally just said she hates him at times. It doesn't feel fair or appropriate.

"Why do you have to be like this? God, you sound like you're reciting dialogue from a fucking Lifetime movie or something." She pauses to wet her lips, knowing she's got more to say. "Incredible humans, huh? What am I doing that's so incredible? I barely have my shit together, in case you forgot. I don't know what I'm doing with my life, I don't have ambitions like Remy or talent like Delphine. I guess it makes sense that it's easier for them, they don't remember as much. You didn't fuck either of them up quite as badly." The bite in her voice that was present initially gives way to a vulnerability she doesn't express often, especially not to Tyler.

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full name: phineas david thorne nicknames: phin birthday: april 17 age: 20s gender/pronouns: cis-male, he/his hometown: winchester, england sign: aries religion: atheist orientation: pansexual occupation: electrician family: rhys thorne (father), maddison thorne (mother), alistair thorne (brother), maeve thorne (sister) +: enthusiastic, hopeful, creative, positive -: impulsive, impatient, competitive, hardheaded blurb: phin is the youngest of three. he grew up in a traditional home in a nice little village in winchester, england, but he couldn't wait to get out. unlike his brilliant brother and sister, phin had some difficulties with school. he had a hard time focusing and had to work harder to get his grades up to what his parents expected. he made decent marks on his finishing exams and went on to university like his parents wanted, but he had no clue of what he wanted to do and wound up diverting a few years in. sociable and outgoing, he spent a few years just trying to enjoy his life as a young man before deciding to go back to school, this time in a trade so that he could guarantee better for himself. he wound up becoming an electrician, working for himself per a seasoned veteran's suggestion and racking up quite a nice bit of cash in the meantime. his father helped him open the business and phin has already paid the man back and is currently saving up to buy a place of his own.