heIIshound

/ PLS also i’d love to continue or other rps too if you want to

@heIIshound    ( … )    [     nadia   jerked   with   a   sudden   cough,   colour   flaring   hot   across   her   cheeks   as   she   folded   her   arms   tight   over   her   chest,   as   if   she   could   physically   hold   her   dignity   in   place.     ]     that’s   not   what   I—   okay,   that   absolutely   came   out   wrong.   what   I   / meant /   to   say   is   that   I   can   smell   the   gasoline…   and   a   hint   of…   chocolate ?   it’s   faint,   but   it’s   there.   like   someone   spilled   fuel   and   then   walked   through   a   bakery.

⋆.ೃ࿔ @shiftsense  ❜͟   
            
            nice to meet you too. 

you know what  ,  i don't understand how you're okay with being dirty  .  [   disgusted  ,  stepping away further  .  ]

⋆.ೃ࿔ @he4rtlust  ❜͟   
            
            [ a short chuckle sounds from him. ]    good thing you got shoes on.  

i'm a visual learner when it comes to  ..  dirtiness  .  and  ..  ew  !  i almost stepped in grease  !

[ for a moment, there was too much of an expectation shown in her face, shining in her eyes as a soft trail of laughter followed her remark. her face fell at the silence, and she swallowed softly. ‘jesus, lottie.’ she nearly shook off the question, realizing it was ridiculous to ask such a thing too soon. 
                 her lips swish to the side, chewing the inside of her cheek her eyes flit upwards again at his answer, his gaze now meeting the ground. ] scott… [ she practically gushes, head tilting to the side. ] okay, i won’t make you say anything else; just know i feel the same way. 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @adoreaus  ❜͟   
            
            [ scott goes still.  her question lingers in the air and for the first time (in who knows how long) he doesn’t have an answer.  there’s an instinct to brush it off,  throw something dry back at her and keep whatever this is safely undefined.  but the smile tugging at her mouth makes that harder than it should be.  ‘shit.’  his gaze drops for a moment before returning to hers. ]    i think i stopped thinking of you as just a hunting buddy a while ago.   [ the admission is quiet,  almost reluctant.  his jaw shifts as if he’s already debating whether he’s said too much. ]   

[ her lips press into a thin line unsure of what she was expecting with that question. her brows raise, trying to see if there was anything hidden in his expression— doubt, or a dismissal disguised as cavalier endorsement just to get her off his case and avoid the question entirely. her expression softens, though her eyes do roll at the sound of her full name. so proper and serious; fitting. ] thank you for being honest with me. [ she nods, a smile tugging at her lips. ] does this mean you and i aren’t j͟u͟s͟t͟ hunting buddies anymore? not that i don’t l͟o͟v͟e͟ killing monsters with you (…) 

well, i do have a few questions but i guess the main one is—  what are you scott? and what can you do? 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @adoreaus  ❜͟   
            
            you don’t need to worry about me,  lot.  tell me about you.   ( .. )   what is it do you want to say? 

no, no. i’m alright. first, i wanna ask are you feeling better now? i’m guessing your feeling better and heal quicker given— everything.

@heIIshound  [halfway inside gwen is shrugging off that bulky jacket, wincing as her arm was still quite stiff though not as much as earlier,  her ‘buddy’ was already working on healing the temporary tender flesh.  she folded the leather and tossed it aimlessly on the nearest sofa, turning to him with impatient expectancy of an essay long explanation ]  we’re inside, see? home base.  now what the shit was /that/ back there?  or else i’ll—[a bear, swaying her arms] i’ll tell Jesus.  that’s right—of Nazareth.  and not the white one either so you KNOW it’s authentic! 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @undamned  ❜͟   
            
            don’t be ridiculous.   [ the words come out more blunt than anticipated.  maybe it’s the stress—-  maybe it’s the urge to hide his real purpose of being out instead of at home.  he doesn’t give her a reaction as she swats at him and curses to herself.  scott walks just behind her and to her left,  like a dog trained to protect its owner.  it was only natural for him,  given the circumstances.  on the way back to the house,  he’s on high alert.  
            
            once arriving back to the house,  scott opens the patio door for her.  dark eyes scan the line of the wooded area,  confirming they hadn’t been followed.  even if they were,  it wouldn’t matter due to the protective charm that had been grated by a friend. ]    ..  after you. 

@heIIshound  [gwen made a couple of faces] yeah,  kind of.  she feels the thing coil inside her like a snake ready to strike; protective of its vessel that had clearly been hurt, though it was on accident. ‘buddy’,  albeit ancient,  refused to see the difference]   what the shitty fuck, fuck.. [her words stammer, she swats at him with both hands,  stomping back the way she came, all the way to the house.] 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @adoreaus  ❜͟   
            
            [ it catches him off guard,  but he accepts it anyways.  as he’s told,  scott pulls his phone from his pocket and pulls up her contact.  her name is bright on his screen—-  well,  her nickname.  he taps the phone icon,  calling her.  that’s when he hears it.  a smile forms,  wide and exposing his teeth.  finally,  a short chuckle. ]    it’s going to be hard to top that one.  

of course i do. here— call me and i’ll show you. 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @adoreaus  ❜͟   
            
            you have a custom ringtone for me? 

/       :o

/ you know it!!

* on gwenny pls

⋆.ೃ࿔ @adoreaus  ❜͟   
            
            alright,  maybe just a little funny.   [ the small smile he allows to show is less from the scene and more so from her. ]    and i smile—-  just not at everything.