October 2011
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I have but two choices.
darcylewis-:
theeverdashingone:
Flee like a coward…
Or face the villainy that is this apartment’s filth.
If you leave, you will so regret it.
Leave!?
Why on earth would I ever do such a thing? *nervous laugh*
What room would you like for me to start in?
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I have but two choices.
Flee like a coward…
Or face the villainy that is this apartment’s filth.
darcylewis-:
theeverdashingone:
Assisting you. Is this not romantic? *gently tosses her on the bed with a smirk and begins to work on stripping down to just his pants*
*lands with an ‘oof’ and pushes her hair out of her face* I’ve always considered being tossed around like a sack of potatoes a type of foreplay.
Sometimes, my dear Darcy, I cannot decipher your tone. Is it sarcasm?...
darcylewis-:
theeverdashingone:
darcylewis-:
theeverdashingone:
I shall… leave you to your nap, then, milady.
Will you stay until I fall asleep?
I can do one better than that! *picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom*
*grunts* Ow, surprise, much? What are you doing?
Assisting you. Is this not romantic? *gently tosses her on the bed with a smirk...
darcylewis-:
theeverdashingone:
I shall… leave you to your nap, then, milady.
Will you stay until I fall asleep?
I can do one better than that! *picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom*
darcylewis-:
theeverdashingone:
I shall… leave you to your nap, then, milady.
..........*slips out of the apartment quietly*
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Heroics
Despite adapting fairly well to Midgard in most areas, Fandral still refused to submit to mortal trends and clothing. He enjoyed his Asgardian attire far too much for that. But this often led to strange and awkward run ins with the Manhattan natives when Fandral went on his regular outings into the city for this or that. He’d wised up enough to conceal his sword by use of a coat but his...
thor-odinson:
theeverdashingone:
Aha! By the time I reach you you’ll be braiding thine own hair and knitting by the fire instead of waging battle!
Careful now. It has not been that out of hand! *laughs*
Verily, we must do something together soon. I am told that I am supposed to be having some sort of party soon to celebrate my upcoming marriage. It would not be the same without you!
...
brave-coeur-de-rouge:
Valhalla above..
I’ve never been on someone’s “crush list” before.
You honor me, good sir.
Only the most deserving are to be found on such a list.
And you are both that and most fair.
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thor-odinson replied to your post: Stop over thinking it and just allow them to call you whatever they wish. Trust me, it shall work out in the long run.
Aye! I agree. I have taken to baking and bathing a puppy as of late. You must come save my masculinity!
Aha! By the time I reach you you’ll be braiding thine own hair and knitting by the fire instead of waging battle!
thor-odinson-inactive-deactivat asked: Stop over thinking it and just allow them to call you whatever they wish. Trust me, it shall work out in the long run.
darcylewis-:
theeverdashingone:
Is it customary of Midgardians to frequently label their relationships? I am not entirely knowledgeable of the… process.
It’s a Midgardian girl thing. We always need to know where we stand and blah blah blah. It’s also a possession thing. I’m just entertaining myself by pairing you with labels that obviously don’t fit you.
Ah, possessiveness is certainly...
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darcylewis-:
theeverdashingone:
But that just sounds so detached. Not that I long for attachment in the first place. <_<
Whatever pleases thee, milady.
I could call you my boo.
No. No, sorry. Just pretend I didn’t say that. I knew that would be a disaster the second it left my lips.
Is it customary of Midgardians to frequently label their relationships? I am not entirely...
darcylewis-:
Calling Fandral my ‘boyfriend’ is weird though.
I should probably refer to him as “that guy I’m seeing” or whatever.
But that just sounds so detached. Not that I long for attachment in the first place. <_<
Whatever pleases thee, milady.
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darcylewis-:
theeverdashingone:
I had almost forgotten how handsome I am until I saw this.
What a nightmare.
I am glad you understand my hardship.
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darcylewis-:
“Excellent.” Darcy smirked, shameless about enjoying the agony from women she didn’t know. They got him for the majority of his life, and now it was her turn.
She gave a halfhearted stir to the batter, looking at it with pursed lips. “I was going to eat the batter by itself, but if you’d prefer, I’ll bake it.”
Pouring the batter into a well oiled pan, she watched as it evened...
darcylewis-:
Darcy shrugged, not even ashamed of her trouble-making. “A lot of things. Drinking…” Her lips curved upwards with a memory.
“My neighbor had me watch her child. I’m the world’s best babysitter.” The twinkle in her eye suggested the opposite.
“How about you, Westley? Breaking any hearts in Asgard, I hope?”
“There was much weeping as I departed,” he said with a nod...
darcylewis-:
“Yeah, it’s good, huh?” Darcy agreed, and then blinked, eyes wide. The cold and sticky sensation of the batter across her lips surprised her. But none more-so than Fandral kissing her. She really should have guessed he’d do that.
She eagerly wrapped an arm around his neck, clamoring to press her body against his. Once the chocolate had disappeared off her lips, she leaned back...
darcylewis-:
She smirked. “Of course you are.”
Her attention was brought to the silence where music had once played. Knowing that it was overwhelming to Fandral at times, she let it slide. Usually, she threw a fit when someone touched her music.
Waving her spoon, she pointed to the kitchen. “I’m making brownies.” Then she considered it. “Well, the batter anyways.”
She dipped the spoon into...
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She pointed the spoon at him, not visibly impressed. “Does it look like I’m the type that’s wooed over for flowers?”
Snatching the bouquet from him, she leaned down to smell it. “Space flowers. Are they magical? Can they sing?” Darcy stared at them for a moment, waiting. When they turned out to be normal, she looked at him.
Of course she loved the flowers, what kind of girl...
darcylewis-:
Licking brownie batter off a spoon, Darcy sang along to the music playing. There was no one home and that meant sweatpants, no makeup and comfort food. Her neighbors hadn’t complained about the volume of the music yet and she planned on ignoring them if they did.
It took her a minute or two to figure out that the pounding sound was not part of the song and she looked at the door...
The familiar beams of light from the bifrost filled the sky and Fandral once again found his feet on Midgard soil. That seemingly impenetrable grin on his face as he inhaled a deep breath of fresh New York air was indeed something to behold. Dressed to the nines in his finest Asgardian robe, a large bouquet of flowers in hand, he began the short on-foot journey to Darcy’s.
Asgard had been...
