send me ☯ if your muse has ever thought about mine naked
"Because I’ve certainly thought of you naked… actually, you’re permanently naked in my mind, Darling."
Sasha sauntered up close to her boyfriend, grinning up at him, before she nipped his bottom lip. “Is that so, well,” she moved back, only to lean in and nip at his jaw. “I’ll have to refrain from saying, certain, words, around you.” A purr was the emphasis on each word. “Like,” she whispered close to his ear, “Fuck!” The growl that accompanied it was deep, and more something one would expect from a tiger.
His grin matched hers as Sasha approached, purring appreciatively at the initial nip, and canting his head at the second one with a light rush of breath. “Yes, please control yourself… my virgin ears just couldn’t take such foul language.” Vincent wasn’t sure when his eyes had fluttered shut, but he would bet it was when her lips brushed against his ear. The growl that Sasha poured into him made him jolt from the inside out, fingers itching to tangle her up and drag her close as he drowned away a soft groan with a hum to carry on his game. “You’re gonna make me blush at this rate, Darling.”
"Oh your virgin ears, huh?" Sasha breathed the question against the side of his throat, reaching her hands around his back, sliding down to his waist, grinning up at him, lapping at his bottom lip. She growled against his ear again as she reached down, grabbing his ass nice and firm. "Maybe I should pop you cherry as it were, lovely." Her eyes glinting, heat already pooling in the base of her stomach. All she wanted was Vincent. "So you’ll blush," she held his hips arching back away from him, bucking lightly against him. "If I say, I want you to pound me into next week?"
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[text to: Cosmic’s Keeper] Sorry, I realized after I sent it. Mum finally did get that text from me.
[text to: Cosmic’s Keeper] I think, Nigel might be looking to get rid of the motocycle, now that she’s come home.
[text to: Cosmic’s Keeper] We were there for a bit, we thought his wife had, left him. Since he’s been married three times. First one; divorce, second one; vanished, this one; she’s staying.
[text to: Cosmic’s Keeper] [with attachment] He hasn’t said why she was absent, for so long but now that she’s home, well, his shop’s not going to be open for a few weeks. ^_~
[text to: Cosmic’s Keeper] I know, just I didn’t want you to worry, but we’re all wondering why she vanished for so long.
(OCC: And if you’re wondering, that’s Hitomi Tanaka.)
[text Ssh]: Oh, well, I’ll take the motorcycle if he doesn’t need it. Much more useful in tight situations.
[text Ssh]: Three marriages? Maybe I’m just cynical, but if round two doesn’t work, I think it’s cheaper to skip attempt number three.
[text Ssh]: …okay, scratch what I said. He can marry the hell out of this one.
[text Ssh]: Not for any particular reason, of course. You know I only have eyes for you, Darling.
[text Ssh]: Back to your brother - I’d strongly recommend someone figure out where she went. My experience… you only disappear for that long when you’ve got something to bury.
[text to: Cosmic’s Keeper] I’ll talk to him about it and see what he wants to do with it. He just might.
[text to: Cosmic’s Keeper] Just so long as he’s not going potty in his old age and decides to collect wives. Would that make him like Hugh with the Bunny mansion? I know they’re not his wives, he has girlfriends but you know what I mean.
[text to: Cosmic’s Keeper] Yeah that cherry blossom is his current. She’s a really sweet woman.
[text to: Cosmic’s Keeper] I know you do hun. Just everyone, yours truly included, can’t help but appreciate. As long as we don’t linger, we don’t get in trouble, right?
[text to: Cosmic’s Keeper] Well she has returned, only, my brother knows where she went. I have asked only to be told the conversation is black carded.
Sexy picture for Thomas.
"You look beautiful in that dress. Red is your colour."
"Thank you, I hoped you’d like my variant of Jessica Rabbit."
"Oh, c’mere Darling." Vincent motioned for her to join him, drawing Sasha in close and wrapping her up until she was secured in his arms. A kiss was pressed against her temple, light and fluttering about to leave a smaller trail of kisses down the bridge of her nose with a smile. "You know I’d never do that, because that’s the thing about dreams… they don’t ever come true."
Sasha more than happily buried herself in Vincent’s safe embrace, closing her eyes as he kissed her. Trying to still her nerves. “It was so vivid and so, horrid. I twas like, I don’t know what it was like but you, went mad. Breaking things, shooting up my shop.” She buried her face in his shoulder shuddering. “It was so real.”
It’s a high school dance, and my muse is standing off outside waiting for their date that ditched them. How does your muse react to this?
Sasha was dropped off the the school dance in the family carriage. Other students were dropped off by parents, in hired limos,etc. She came to the school dance with a horse drawn carriage. Classic Cinderella styled pumpkin fashioned styled carriage complete with footmen. Who just happened to be older brothers who were dropping her off.
Stepping toward the hall she saw one of the boys from her school looking more than a little sad, and without a date. She figured he’d either been stood up, or she’d dumped him at the door. Either way, pretty crummy thing to do to anyone. She didn’t have a date herself but then, Sasha just came to the dance to have fun. She didn’t need a date.
Which was to say, she hadn’t been asked by anyone to go with her. Clicking around to the side of the fountain where he was sitting she fished a tissue from her bag and handed it down to him. “So, you got stood up?” Shyly he took the tissue, and just looked up for a mere glance before he went bright red, before he nodded. “Well their loss. I’m Sasha.” She held a hand out beaming a smile. “And I’ll be you date.”
"Pretty girls like you always have dates," he whispered shyly.
It was Sasha’s turn to blush. “Thanks, but no one asked me.” Now he looked up, shocked. “Nope. Came on my own, to have some fun and the like. But since we have each other. You, can have every dance with me if you like?”
Granted that he should have known it was too good to be true, but Vincent had hoped that the nice girl he’d spent weeks building up the courage to ask to the dance would have at least walked through the doors with him. Instead she never really said a word, finding it much more direct to walk past him while arm in arm with some other boy. She even kissed her new date in front of him, and Vincent had felt tears sting his eyes as he stood there and wilted with the flowers he’d brought along for the occasion.
He had let the flowers drown in the fountain, mourning the fact he could be so stupid to think the night would have ever gone any better.
Except it started to brighten when an awfully pretty girl came up to him - her name was Sasha and somehow Vincent thought that this was the prettiest name he’d ever heard - and she was terribly kind to him. He blinked up at her in wider surprise at her last suggestion, Vincent blushing furiously at just the thought as he stammered. “I… I’d l-like that. B-but it doesn’t have to b-be every dance if you d-don’t want…” Taking her hand, he introduced himself before they went in with a duck of his head to hide beneath a mop of curls and nervous bite of his lip, “My n-name’s Vincent. Th-thank you for being my new d-date.” His smile was shy and genuine, and Vincent sincerely hoped Sasha didn’t mind the fact he didn’t plan on letting go of her hand for the remainder of the night.
There was more than one moment when Sasha saw the other girl who had been her Vincent’s date, she made sure to chat to him about her favourite classes and one of the teachers at the school. Mr Boris. He was her favourite teacher because when she moved to the area he was the first teacher she met and he was so nice. He made sure she was settled into their high school. She even helped in finding the Principle’s dog Kiki when she went missing. She thought if she talked about the mundane things with Vincent, he wouldn’t notice the popular girl being all bitchy and trying to hurt his feelings more. ‘Pity she wouldn’t fall in the punch bowl,’ Sasha thought to herself, as she slipped in front of Vincent’s eye line asking about his family. Her Mum ran one of the local bakeries.
When they were dancing a simple waltz together, Sasha smiled up at him, he was so terribly shy but in such a cute way. She was quite pleased she had decided to come, even without a date. Her mum had been right about that.
Later when they were sitting together at one of the tables Sasha took off her garland, having had it getting bumped during one of the more lively dances. One of the little pansies had come loose and unable to set it back she leant over to Vincent and slipped it into his jacket. “There, we can break with tradition,” she smiled over at him. “I’ll give you flowers.” She blushed a little offering her flower crown over to Vincent. “Who says the boy has to be the one to give the girl flowers. Why can’t it be the other way around. I’m glad you’re my date too Vincent,” she smiled, if a little pink on her cheeks.
Give my muse a petname and see how they react.
"See, now that one I don’t mind because we all know it’s accurate. Don’t we, Honeybun?"
"With or without music," Sasha grinned. "Only you just gave me an idea for when you mentioned riding. You know of the song Pony by Genuinine, I think his name is? It’s from the 90’s." Sasha licked her lips. "Unless something like My Neck my Back would be more you style for that." Leaning in close she purred. "Maybe i could let them give you a little kiss each, but I, don’t know, sharing my, Vincent."
"With music, of course… how else do you expect me to keep on pace, Darling?" His brows rose and fell in amusement, a filthy grin curling over his lips as he followed the flick of her tongue and matched her purr, brushing his nose along her cheek with a hum before he pulled back. "Aw, just a kiss? And what would you do if they asked for more, curled me around their fingers and assumed they could do what they wanted, hm? What if they thought they could get a ride too?"
"Well I think i could allow that, if," Sasha gasped against his cheek. "If you gave me a happy face," she nipped at his jaw. "I’m more than certain that talented tongue of yours could make me cry out your name, while I shared kisses with them both." Sasha pulled Vincent closer, taking one of his hands in her own, biting her bottom lip, all this talk was getting to her, making not just her appetite wet. "I don’t know if I can wait for them," she whispered, taking Vincent’s hand and letting it hover near her underwear. "Vincent," she whispered in his ear. "I have a fire, a burning, building," she let out a little whimper, a needy little whimper. "Help me quench it."
"Oh I’ll leave but not before I save your life," Sasha bent down taking her shoes throwing them in the air. Something shattered, broken. one of the windows chinked and split as a bullet pierced and broke the pane. Collecting her stilettos and sending them into the…
However what was on the stick was not schematics for a plan for Parliament but rather four people tried up in a darkened room. What looked like a shipping container. “Miss me,” a familiar voice echoed through. The group looked up and around, for the voice but they were alone there. There were two women, one in the front, the other in the back with an elderly gentleman, white the other woman was up the front with a younger man. They appeared to be the same age. The woman in front yelled to the unseen voice what had they done with ‘Baby Coco’. “You Baby Coco’s been a good girl. Making a delivery or two for me. You listening Sherlock. You and Mycroft better be. You see I know her secret. These people protect her but she’s now vulnerable, thanks to you. I saw you, throw her out, heard you. I am disappointed. For someone so smart, you can really be so blind sometimes.” The group then looked to the camera, pleading silently to the viewer before the container was bathed in light and the feed disrupted. Sasha meanwhile, heartsick that she had played one part found herself alone in the back of a church waiting for the well dressed young man. She did not have long to wait, not looking back as she took the envelope handed to her. As she handed back the hidden microphone and tape recorder.
Sasha: Let’s see how much we can get done.
SashaMun: Unless I run away to write Sam Winchester fan fiction or play Pasteria. Oh that’s so much fun.
In Slavic mythology, Vesna (right) is the goddess of spring, fertility, and youth. She overlooked all of springtime, and was also associated with the birth of everything alive. Morana (left) was considered the complete opposite of Vesna, being the goddess of winter, death, and the night. They are both considered beautiful; Morana being the pale goddess representing beauty in decay, while Vesna’s rose cheeks and luscious looks represent spring and renewal. A widespread ritual of the burning of Morana existed. At the end of winter, many Slavic tribes made a rag and straw doll that symbolized Morana and burned her to help Vesna, spring, arrive earlier. (x)(x)
Sometimes I like to pull a card before I even get out of bed for the day. The Hierophant is one of my favorite cards from The Wild Unknown deck. Beautiful artwork and it’s meaning is always a welcome sight. Seeking knowledge or finding the key to enlightenment is what I always take away from this draw.