William Grey | Immortal | Angel♠ Face Claim: Ben Barnes. ♠ Multi-verse character.♠ Canons and OCs welcome.♠ Para roleplay preferred. ♠ Ask Box is open. ♠ Submissions are open.♠ Magic!Anon: None.♠ Tracking: #alluringhailstormx
She hadn’t expected William to pay too much attention to what they were learning. Napoleon could only interest someone for so long before they went absolutely crazy, after all. And after working on this for over an hour, it was safe to say they were both beginning to feel a little wild. Multiple times William—who had, somehow, conquered the bed from her—would try to swat the textbook out of her hands. She’d hit him, they would argue, and then more studying would ensue. It wasn’t pretty.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, the girl stifled a yawn and asked. “Now, what was Napoleon’s greatest vict—”
“Don’t care.”
“You have to care,” she pointed out. She craned her head up to look at him. He wriggled closer to her, his head dropping beside her own as she spoke. “This is… important… W-Will…” It could be scientifically proven that the closer he came to her, the slower and less steady her speech wound up being.
And he knew that. And he took great advantage of it. With a devilish smirk that hardly lasted, he leaned in and kissed her lips, one hand sliding down to play with a lock of silken gold hair. She opened her mouth against his, sitting up a bit straighter to allow for more and—oh. He’d pulled back already.
“Now, what was that about Napoleon?” he quipped. All Echo could wonder was—what Napoleon?
Notmain!Verse—11: Collarbone Kiss
She’d been eyeing the guy with the collarbones all night. Blame her or don’t… but he had great ones. She was happily seated around a table at a bar with her coven members—most of which didn’t drink… but hey, screw it, it was Darcy’s birthday, and they deserved a little fun from time to time, right? And she’d been having fun, until Mr. Low-Cut-Shirt decided to show up and haze her mind until all she saw were his eyes, and those clever-cut collarbones poking out through the fabric.
“Psst.” Juniper nudged her under the table, a wicked grin on her lips. “Your turn for truth-or-dare, Coventry.”
Echo nodded haphazardly, muttering, “dare,” at her, so she could return to staring.
“Dare you to kiss Collarbone-boy.”
“What?” Echo snapped to attention, eyes wide and fearful. “Juni, I can’t—I… that’s insane. He’s a total stranger. He’ll think I’m crazy.”
Juniper, for her part, simply smirked and shook her head. “Don’t care. You know the rules. If you deny a dare, you have to take three shots in a row.” And we all know how you hate liquor, her triumphant gaze seemed to say.
Downtrodden, Echo stood up and fixed her shirt, her hair, her everything, before she made her way over to the man in question. She strode right over to him, met his gaze, and boldly said—“Look, I’m gonna kiss you.” He raised his brows, seemingly intrigued and shrugged as if to say ‘hey, have at it!’ And so she did. She ducked her head down and lightly kissed each collarbone, much to his confusion, and would have scampered off if he hadn’t asked to buy her a drink.
“I just want to do good work. If it’s shot in Hungary, if it’s shot in Russia, if it’s shot in America, if it’s shot in England, you just want to do something you can stand up and say I’m proud of it.”
Goddess? “I mean, I don’t have to be a professor to see that the new students this year are not warming up to you. It’s mainly because you’re not engaging. I daresay- boring even.”
“Well the female students are very engaged. More so then the male ones. Possibly because I look better then half of them there. Though, what pointers do you have?”
Update; all of my drafts will be finished in about two weeks, I am getting a new laptop and I am planing on starting a new with William. I’ll keep everybody updated.
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