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Current M!A: None {Accepting}
shadowofanassassin asked:
She doesn't /slam/ him against the wall per-se, more like... Gently nudge him off to the side before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

mountmassivetherapist:

mountmassivetherapist:

To say he’s surprised by the action would be an understatement —this is hardly the time or place — but he reciprocates eagerly, sliding both hands into her hair and holding her close.

He looked at her and frowned still; frowned even as he nodded. “No one left behind,” he agreed, but even still he wondered.

What he felt for her was genuine and went deep, but lovers were full of pretty words and bold ideals, two things which often turned to so much dust under the pressure of reality. And they were lovers now, in all but the very most physical sense.

If it came down to it, what would she really do? Would she really keep that vow?

He hoped not. Because this was bigger than two people. This was bigger than strong and weak, bigger than their personal feelings. Someone had to get out of this place; someone who would, and could, talk.

Both would be nice, but in a tight spot, he knew where he’d place his bets on survival.

The one-legged man wasn’t it.

Pan knew they were lovers.

   She knew how far and how deep that feeling went within her, and it was further than anyone else she’d been with for a long time.

But her word was true. No matter what— Pan would never stand to give up and let anyone she cared about fall to benefit her in the end. Everything was her sacrifice and her choice and she’d be damned if she let another person lose everything so that she could live on without them. It wasn’t happening anymore— And Pan meant it. 

Survival or no survival—

    He would be getting out if the choice had to be made. Not her.


Anonymous asked:
((From MountMassiveAsylum)) "What?!"

Send me a “What?!” for my character’s reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character’s pants.

She feels his hand slip in— 

  Her face skyrockets into a bright red hue, body going stiff.

Darren—”

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Send me a “What?!” for my character’s reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character’s pants.

inboxideas:

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when ur muse is just so in love with another muse that it’s ridiculous


vigilantepearce asked:
He's been watching her for a couple of minutes now, as she's moved around the room, trying to catch her attention, but he can't seem to. He frowns slightly, and chews his lip before getting to his feet. Long strides move him to her quickly, and he grabs her shoulders, backing her into the wall, before pressing his lips against hers, kissing her hard.

vigilantepearce:

shadowofanassassin:

You officially have permission to slam my character against the wall and kiss them. Enjoy.

Pan’s stuck in her little mindset. She’s straightening up a couple of things, head dipped as she walks back and forth with somewhat of a purpose. Her skill set doesn’t allow his approach to go unnoticed. She turns, halfway through an open-mouthed greeting before she’s shoved back. 

  (Pleasantly) surprised, Pan goes red and feels her back nudge the wall.

She leans and kisses him, keeping close as they break contact. “And that was for—?”

He moves his arms around her, holding her close to him, a long sigh of relief slipping past his lips when she says it back.

"It’s not something I’ve said in a long time.” His expression is soft, almost sad, seeing the tears in her eyes. He speaks softly. “But I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

Pan just sinks into his grasp. She almost wants to just get wrapped up in it altogether— Closing her eyes, she rests her forehead against his chest again. One sigh later, Pan slowly looks back up to him. 

"I understand— It’s not something I’ve said in a while either." Pan tells him, She pulls a hand up to try and wipe her eye, hugging him loosely. 

     ”And I mean it as well— I promise.”


shadowofanassassin asked:
She doesn't /slam/ him against the wall per-se, more like... Gently nudge him off to the side before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

askshi:

mountmassivetherapist:

To say he’s surprised by the action would be an understatement —this is hardly the time or place — but he reciprocates eagerly, sliding both hands into her hair and holding her close.

He pushes her back at that, his expression serious as he slid his hands around to cup her face.

"Pan, I never would have made it this far without you," he says, eyes stinging with unshed tears. "Hell, I never would have tried. But if you see a way out — a clear way — and the choice is between saving me and getting out, you have to go. One of us has to make it out, and you know as well as I do that you’re the stronger of us. Do you understand me?”

"Darren—" Pan gulps and shakes her head.

  “The only reason I haven’t given up is because you’re still with me. You’re still alive. If anything— All of this is to help you get out. Forget about me….” She shivers. “I couldn’t leave you behind. This isn’t about who’s strong or weak- This is about staying alive.” The woman holds his hands tight, looking him in the eyes.

"It is the both of us or nothing at all. Alright? No one left behind."


Your muse sees mine up for sale at an auction. How much would your muse pay to buy them and why?

ask-bloody-fundanny:

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vigilantepearce asked:
He's been watching her for a couple of minutes now, as she's moved around the room, trying to catch her attention, but he can't seem to. He frowns slightly, and chews his lip before getting to his feet. Long strides move him to her quickly, and he grabs her shoulders, backing her into the wall, before pressing his lips against hers, kissing her hard.

vigilantepearce:

shadowofanassassin:

You officially have permission to slam my character against the wall and kiss them. Enjoy.

Pan’s stuck in her little mindset. She’s straightening up a couple of things, head dipped as she walks back and forth with somewhat of a purpose. Her skill set doesn’t allow his approach to go unnoticed. She turns, halfway through an open-mouthed greeting before she’s shoved back. 

  (Pleasantly) surprised, Pan goes red and feels her back nudge the wall.

She leans and kisses him, keeping close as they break contact. “And that was for—?”

He opens his mouth to answer, but his voice doesn’t want to come through, and he’s forced to nod, hoping it’s enough. At this point he’s not sure whose hand is squeezing harder.

The fear he had of telling her is present and strong, and he’s not sure if she can tell that he’s trembling, but he’s doing what he can to hide it.

Pan just stares at him. Her hand holds onto his tight before she finally lets go. They wrap loosely around his back, head dipped and pressed to his chest gently.

   ”I love you too.” She says softly, body shaking.

Looking back up to him, her eyes are watery. “No one— Has said that to me in a long time.” Pan tells him, gulping to ignore her voice cracking.


shadowofanassassin asked:
She doesn't /slam/ him against the wall per-se, more like... Gently nudge him off to the side before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

mountmassivetherapist:

mountmassivetherapist:

To say he’s surprised by the action would be an understatement —this is hardly the time or place — but he reciprocates eagerly, sliding both hands into her hair and holding her close.

"You won’t," he said, arms wrapping tight around her, hand curled into loose fists against her back. "We’re together. And we’ll stay together. I’m not going to leave you." He felt his chest constrict, knowing that there was a chance, a real chance, that one or both of them could die any time. "We just have to keep on, Pan."

Her muscles tighten up too— The constrained and tight feeling hitting her heart. She nods slightly, head leaning back to kiss his jaw.

  “I know— 

      I know we do.” Her head ducks back into the crook of his neck.

"I’m never going to leave you behind. I swear. I wouldn’t be able to make it out without you by my side."