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such_a_teez) wrote2018-10-07 07:46 am
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Entry tags:
- hadriel,
- open,
- rp,
- voice mail
Hadriel Voice Mail
[The sound of static hits for a moment, then fumbling can be heard. Then Tyki's voice can be heard muffled and irritated, but the words can still be made out, just barely.]
Stupid god-forsaken piece of junk...
[Then the noise clears, and Tyki clears his throat.]
Leave a message, will you? I'll get back to you at my earliest possible convenience.
Stupid god-forsaken piece of junk...
[Then the noise clears, and Tyki clears his throat.]
Leave a message, will you? I'll get back to you at my earliest possible convenience.
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Julie moves into the kitchen area to treat herself while he makes himself at home in whatever way he sees fit.]
You know what I'd love to have here? A Polaroid camera. Found one back home. It was great.
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He tilts his head at her comment though, he knows what a camera is, but that's new.] I think that's past my time. Or I'm just not paying attention well enough.
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[Julie looks down at the cup in front of her, a wistful smile pulling at her lips.]
I think it's important to preserve memories, you know? Any way you can.
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That wistful smile tugs at him, and he doesn't disagree with her sentiment.]
You're right. Life is short, and what we love can be taken quickly. It's best to hold onto whatever mementos we can, to keep the moments with us.
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[Her fingers hesitate in their gentle tapping against the edge of the counter, then resume the light movement. How quickly things can be lost, among other factors, is part of how she became so impulsive in the first place. There's no time to wait when things can so quickly be gone.
She leaves the coffee to settle and moves to Tyki instead, smoothing her fingers up the insides of his lapels before she grips, and tugs him down.]
God, you're so fucking tall. [A kiss follows that remark, pressed firm and warm to his mouth.] I think I have a type.
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Her response to him is quick, eager, falling into the kiss he chases after and following it up with another. She forgets about the coffee, winding her arms around his neck instead and holding herself against him.]
I could show you what other things I enjoy. [She says, pressing a smile to his lips.]
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[Tyki nips gently at her lip, then kisses the same spot. He never pushes with her, he never even brings up anything beyond kissing, but this is his way of letting her know that he's at her whims.]
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The coffee has been entirely forgotten.
A thought occurs to her, though, and she looks at him with a curious smile as her lip tingles from the bite against it.]
Just how new is this experience?