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Post reblogged from Of Wings And Weapons
The young woman chuckled. “I can totally understand why.” She admitted, glancing over the shoes. They were pretty damn cute, she’d give Sim that. “Alrighty.” she said, accepting several boxes from her friend so she could try them on.
Sim smiled and set the boxes down on a bench. She sat beside their stash of shoes and watched Wynter with a grin. “Make sure you’re comfortable in ‘em as well.”
“See, that’s the problem with heels….one must either have comfort or style….it’s hard to find a pair with a balance of both.” She mused, slipping into a pair of strappy black pumps. Wyn stood, strutting about in the glossy heels. “Not bad, not bad….but these are gunna cut up my toes…” she mused, checking them in the mirror. “A shame…they are like the perfect height and just the right heel…” she added, slipping them off.
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Post reblogged from Aimin' t' Misbehave
“Oh believe me, there is no need to thank me.” She said softly, taking a moment to admire his chest. Sooo, Mal shirtless was pretty much amazing. Despite the fact his arms were wrapped firmly around her, Wyn managed to shrug out of her vest and the button-up she wore, tossing them aside.
He looked down at her nearly bare chest and lowered his head to place kisses over the bare skin he found. “Mmm, I’m not sure if I want t’ look at ya, taste ya, or just hold ya.. there all so tempting.” Mal grinned and glanced up at her, wanting to see Wynter’s reaction to his kisses.
Wyn’s head tipped back and a soft moan escaped her lips, her eyes rolling with delight as his lips found her flesh. “O-Or there is always the combination of all three.” she murmured, her cheeks flushing a brilliant crimson.
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Post reblogged from Aimin' t' Misbehave
Wyn nodded and headed out. A short drive later, the pair arrived at their destination. Wyn parked and grabbed her bag, leading Hansel inside. There was a quick meeting with owners before they left for the night, leaving Wyn and Han alone in the massive home. “The energy in here is insane…” she admitted once the couple had left. “Certainly dark…” she added, digging through her bag for a few things.
As soon as he stepped into the house, Hansel shivered and looked around quickly. Something was very off and he didn’t like it. “Insane is one way of describing it..” He agreed with her, instinctively reaching for a gun and Mina’s wand. “I don’t like it… worse than the average dark witch…but not as bad as the higher level witches..”
The young woman offered him a bit of a smile, tucking a container of salt beneath her arm with a thick, ragged looking book. “I don’t like it either, however I’m one of the most ‘qualified’ people to remove it right now.” She explained. She turned, tossing him his own container of salt. “You’ll need that.” Wyn said simply.
“Right, let’s take care of business.” she breathed, grabbing an iron crowbar that had been packed away in her bag. With Hansel behind her, Wyn began to explore the home, getting a feel for the energy and the layout. While the floor plan was rather open, the place was stuffed with furniture and knickknacks, making it hard for her to move around without bumping into things. “No one told me it was going to be like a museum in here.” She whispered.
(Source: sugarsicknessucks)
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Post reblogged from You have...my pumpkin.Wow…that hit him harder than she thought it would…Wyn made a ‘one minute’ gesture and went around the counter of the shop, grabbing her stool for him. “Here. I know, it’s got to be a lot to take in….How’d you even end up here, anyway?” she asked, rather curious as to what had pulled the hunter out of his own time.
Almost as if moving through a daze, leather clad hand groped for the stool before he perched himself upon it, eyes occasionally shutting as if the motion could help his mind wrap around the situation. And he thought the truth of his parents was hard to comprehend. “I’m uh, not sure…” Hansel said, frowning slightly. “One moment I was with my sister chasing after this meadow witch and…the next thing I know I’m here.”
Wyn drummed her fingers against the counter top thoughtfully. “Did she hit you with anything? Spell wise, I mean.” She asked, trying to work out the various spells that would have enough kick to send him into the future. A thought dawned on her, her eyes widening a bit as she began to dig around beneath the counter, searching for one of her own journals.
“If I can determine how you got here, I might be able to send you home.” She mused, dropping the massive book onto the counter, the force of which rattled several other objects perched on the wood.
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Post reblogged from the bluebird is no more
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Post reblogged from Heaven's Outcasts
“Ooo, you do know how to spoil a girl, don’t you?” She asked, kissing him once more. “Cinnamon rolls sound amazing.” She added.
He laughed a little and pulled away to get the cinnamon rolls. “I believe they’re in the oven.” Cas winked and dressed as he walked away from Wynter slowly.
Wyn admired the view as Cas wandered off to the kitchen. Mmm….just mmmm~ The young woman smiled to herself, taking a moment to remind herself just how lucky she was to have him in her life~ Once she was wrapped up in a spare shirt she had found, she joined him in the kitchen, her arms draping around his shoulders. “Hey there, handsome.” She purred.
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Post reblogged from Heaven's Outcasts
“OoOoO, promises promises, love.” She said with a chuckle. “But at least let me get something in my stomach first.” she added teasingly.
“I always make good on my promises.” He growled in her ear before kissing her cheek. “Well, we’ll get ya some food, and I’ll see about making those things I whispered to you earlier come true.”
Oh lordy….Wyn bit at her lower lip as he leaned in and growled in her ear, his lips brushing ever so softly against her cheek. “You are going to be the death of me.” she murmured.
(Source: thefallentwin)
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Post reblogged from Thawed Out Capsicle
do you ever look at your rp partner’s reply and just
(Source: savingpeopledoingmoosestuff)
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Post reblogged from Let's get Creative!
“Yeah, I don’t need to eat, sleep or even breathe.” he says with a nod. “And Thai sounds great.”
“Huh….See, I don’t know if I could handle that. I mean, it be cool to not have to breathe, but sleeping and eating are pretty big for me.” she chuckled, fishing a take-out menu out from one of the kitchen drawers
“Well, i’m sure it’d be different if you grew up not doing those things. I actually had a rough time trying to learn to breathe regularly like you do so i fit in. I still forget to sometimes.”
“True, true.” she consented. “I can see how it’d be difficult to pick something up after a couple thousand years.” She mused.
“Everyone has their habits, and they’re pretty hard to break.”
Wyn nodded, flipping through the menu. “Here. Tell me what you’d like.” She said, handing it over to him.
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Post reblogged from Heaven's Outcasts
“Attack me,” Raz repeated, not moving from his spot a little ways in front of her. “I’m the one Heaven sent to kill you. It’s you or me, a fight to the death. Attack me!” He growled out the last two words, eyes flashing purple in a menacing fashion.
Wynter paled. She couldn’t tell if he was serious or if he was trying to motivate her to fight, but which ever one it was, she was going to obey. Wyn’s blade gleamed a little as it slipped into her palm, the brilliant sunlight catching the highly polished metal. The young woman sized up her opponent for a moment before flying at him, slashing and thrusting, though to be perfectly honest she was holding back…
(Source: keeperofsecrets-raziel)
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Post reblogged from The abomination with a conscience
(Source: viciousdesire)
