OOC: Warning,
I will not be on much for the next two nights. Need to get my school stuff situated.
But I’ll be back Friday night <3
I will not be on much for the next two nights. Need to get my school stuff situated.
But I’ll be back Friday night <3
my Sheva muse ran off somewhere. I’m sure she’ll be back sometime soon. I love you all. I’m getting off for the night. I’ll finish replies tomorrow <3
Can we plot? I’ll open up a chatzy and link you, but I have some evil plots formulating in my head… o.o
oh yes, let’s do this. c:
http://us7.chatzy.com/85207374357963
Mwahahah! come to me my love!
Sheva shot a look at him as soon as he stood. She watched him dress, frown never leaving her face. She didn’t want to undress, maybe. But she didn’t want him to leave either. Gulping, she stood quickly and walked over to him.
Sheva laid a hand on his wrist and tugged slightly, much like a child as she looked up to the taller man. “No,” she breathed, “Please don’t leave.”
She looked down quickly, noticing that she was still in her bra. “I’m sorry….” she apologized quietly before moving away from him and grabbing her shirt. Sheva slid the soft fabric on over her head. “I, um…” she shifted uncomfortably, feeling guilty for making him want to leave, “I shouldn’t have agreed to play the game in the first place…”
“Sorry…” she apologized again, nodding.
Sheva stepped over to the counter and took the bottle of whiskey in hand, taking a short swig before offering the crystal tumbler to Billy. She gave him a kind smile, “Please stay… We can just.. talk?”
So distracted by his self-deprecating thoughts, Billy hadn’t noticed Sheva approaching him until he felt her touch on his wrist, soft and faint. He looked down at her briefly before averting his gaze upwards, trying to give her some privacy because she was still shirtless. She appeared to have noticed it too because she apologized, slinking away from him.
Still he didn’t say anything, and he heard her shuffling behind him with her clothing. While normally, Billy didn’t do awkward moments, this came pretty close to being one.
“No, I shouldn’t have brought it up,” he muttered lowly, running a few fingers through his dark hair, brushing it back. Some of the loose strands fell back a bit before falling back in place messily.
When Sheva offered him a drink, he finally did look at her again. He took the glass mechanically because he personally didn’t really want to drink anything right now. He released a low breath then. “If you want,” he said, leaning back against the counter top, glancing down at the alcoholic liquid.
Though that would be a problem because Billy didn’t know what to talk about at the moment. Funny, how normally it was so easy to talk around women; he always did it. But, then again, he was used to women not being so innocent around him.
Well, this is quite the predicament you’ve put yourself in Coen, he thought to himself, dryly, forcing himself to take a sip of his drink, more so to have something to do than actually desiring a taste.
Sheva crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back against the counter top. She sighed and shook her head, nostrils flaring a little in annoyance with herself. Why’d she have to ruin everything?
“I’m really, really sorry, Billy…” she said again, voice hushed. She unraveled her arms and pulled herself up to once more sit on the counter top. Reaching over, Sheva grabbed a few kernels and popped them into her mouth.
Her heart was still heavy in her chest as she, stole a quick glance at his face. It was cold, almost stoic. And his eyes seemed so far off. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to leave. She didn’t blame him. Often times, Sheva seemed to ruin things with people she wanted close.
She stopped, eyebrows furrowing at the thought. Did she want him close? Bill of all people?
“Um… Where are you from? Originally?” she asked as calmly as possible, hoping to rid the tension from the air between them. Hoping that it would somehow bring the pair back to their normal lighthearted joking manners.
Can we plot? I’ll open up a chatzy and link you, but I have some evil plots formulating in my head… o.o
Seriously, get over it.
(Source: jilly-sandwich)
And…
Crispiggan?
Hunispan?
Crisgrid?
xD what am I doing with my life??
I CANNOT BREATHE, OH DEAR GOD.
Jettigan?
o.o
Hunniham?
