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@dearprey 
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ you’re the first to try my cooking, i’m the first to try your desserts. i think that’s a pretty fair trade.    [ ring-clad fingers intertwine as she rests her forearms against his counter, her chin pressing against her shoulder as she watches him move around his kitchen. this is the first time she’s ever seen ben look so.. well, she didn’t even know how to describe him. he’s always been calm with her, a very sweet man who never let his work stress bleed into his time with her, but this was something different. her eyes drift to the container when he takes it out, her eyebrows raising slightly as she leans a bit closer. ]    i don’t think i’ve ever seen vanilla wafers on a dessert, but i’m familiar with the crunchy-creamy combo.    [ she takes the spoon from him, and slips the dessert in her mouth. it tastes quite delicious, actually. ]    oh, that’s something delightful—- no wonder she made it every month.

i made a dessert and i want you to be the first to try it.    [ ben turns to his fridge,  retrieving a glass container.  in it is a banana pudding—-  a familial recipe. ]    i haven’t told the pack about it because they would’ve eaten it all by now.   [ a small smile to himself.  he grabs a spoon from the drawer and removes the lid from the container. ]    my mom used to make this at least once a month when i was younger.  she said it’s all she craved when she was pregnant with me.  i like carrying on her tradition.   [ he scoops a good amount of the dessert on the spoon for her before offering it to her. ]   here—-  

@dearprey 
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ mm, no? at least, not that i know of. but even if i were, it wouldn’t be too serious. what do you have in mind?

@magicker 
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ hmm.. are we talking about something specific? i’m not exactly following your thought process, nor do i know what could have sparked such an interesting question.

/ okay thank you! 

/      @mystikais   nono, you’re not a bother at all! she does still help them cross over <3

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀spare the questioning /crisis/ and save it for after. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀his voice sharpened. the distance dropped again. ninety metres. the rope creaked overhead as he twisted against it, trying to gain even an inch. sweat slid into his hairline. somewhere past the dunes, something released a low growl that rolled across the desert floor and settled deep in his bones. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀]

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀[ ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ HE HUNG UPSIDE DOWN. BOTH HIS FEET WERE TIED BY EXTRAVAGANT ROPE, THE SORT THAT WASN’T CUT BY A SIMPLE KNIFE. blood rushed heavily behind his eyes, turning every heartbeat into a dull pound against his skull. grains of sand clung to the sweat gathering along his brow. above him, or rather below, from his inverted view, the desert shimmered beneath waves of heat. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀wülfric’s visor caught movement. a faint marker blinked at the edge of his sight, tracking a shape weaving between the dunes. distance numbers flickered quietly in the corner. two hundred metres. closing. he fought the /crimson/ rushing through his veins and shut his eyes for a brief second. her steps halted, but the movement behind her did not. the visor adjusted focus through the haze, sharpening the outline as it moved. caught between death and whatever was bearing down on them through the desert, his jaw tightened, then loosened. before he could change his mind, he spoke through the comm, his thick russian voice cutting through the static. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀]
            
             ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀you’re not the threat i fear. the one behind you can /kill/ us in any moment. if you can’t cut me loose, get my gun and fucking kill it before it reaches us.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀time moved too fast now. every second she spent asking questions gave the thing more ground. the numbers in his visor kept falling. one-eighty. one-sixty. one-forty. the speed of it made his stomach tighten. it wasn’t natural. every few seconds the shape disappeared behind a dune, only to surface somewhere farther ahead than it should’ve been. a reptilian outline flashed through the dust before vanishing again. whatever it was, it crossed the desert with terrifying ease. even from here, he could see sand spilling down the slopes under its weight. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ]

@palfreys 
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ if the woman was going to reach for the gun, she’s stopped in her tracks entirely when he speaks. but it’s particularly the last two words that make her stop cold—- her *name,* from the lips of someone she doesn’t know. the intake of breath isn’t exhaled, caught in her throat. the tip of her tongue presses against the roof of her mouth, where teeth meet gums. dark brown hues stare at him, her eyes narrow and brows furrowed.
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀ “how do you know that name?”  it is all that the immortal woman can say. she knows that she isn’t very intimidating, but she takes a few steps towards him anyway. she has always been afraid of being known, and while this person seems to know her name already, it doesn’t make her want to reach for the gun—- it makes her wish to *understand.* it helps that if he did try to kill her, he wouldn’t be able to do so. she knew that, for she’d tried and failed countless times already.  “i never told you that, and i doubt we run in the same circles, so.. how do you know my name?”

/  fav milf is back 

@scarredtouch / ?

❛❛ have you met edena fraiser? you
            haven’t? oh, she’s the woman that
            JUST REFUSES TO FUCKING DIE. ❜❜
            —  an information thread. pls dni.