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▶ unbreakable_king

[allahuakbar]

They'd drank some. Jibril hadn't drank a lot but enough that he's very tipsy as they make their way back to his apartment. Rhy keeps kissing him, hands on his waist and hips and it is heating Jibril's skin, his face flushing more than it had from the alcohol alone. He stumbles back against a wall down the hall from the door to his apartment, a laugh drawing from him as he looks up at Rhy's face. He leans up to press his lips to the other's, arching off the wall to press against him.

He should drag Rhy toward the door but he's distracted with the desire to kiss him.

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[unbreakable_king]

Alcohol, it really was something that had Jibril weak to, and Rhy needed to remember to not let the man drink very much. But in moments like this, well, he laughs in delight into the kiss, holding those shapely hips close to his own. There was so much he could do. But he supposed he shouldn't, not here.

[allahuakbar]

Jibril isn't thinking about the things that they should or shouldn't do or where they were even. It just felt good to kiss Rhy, to arch to press against him and try and pull him closer.

"Rhy," he mewls softly.

[unbreakable_king]

“That is my name, my love,” he agrees, moving right up against his lover, holding that eager body against his own. “Have you imagined what it would be like, were I to press you down into your bed?”

[allahuakbar]

Jibril moans when the other presses back against him, the other's words stirring the heat of arousal all the more. His breath uneven as images came into his mind. He nods slightly.

"Yes."

[unbreakable_king]

Too bad they don’t have the bed at hand. Rhy’s hands pull at Jibril’s pants, wishing they were gone.

“So beautiful, my sweet lamb. Do you want that? I would give you all you ask.”

▶ helpdesk_hero

[indefatigableness]

Simon shows up later with cookie dough. The autopsy had taken a bit longer than he'd wanted it to but he had texted to let David know he was running later than he thought. He knocks on the other's door, tired but looking forward to pasta and some time with the guy he's been sort of dating -- not officially yet.

[helpdesk_hero]

Late sucked, but he understood sometimes you did things for the investigation. Perhaps he was yawning a little by the time Simon showed up, but that was because for him it was even later. But hey, he moved to open the door of the small place he maintained in the city for when he wanted to get away form his coworkers, and opened it for Simon.

"Hey. Things going okay?"

[indefatigableness]

Simon wished he could have been there earlier but it'd be a lie to say he doesn't love his work. Each body is a life and a truth to discover -- and Simon gets to learn from the best. He's lucky David has put up with it at all, honestly. A lot of gues definitely couldn't handle it when he had to stay for a dead body instead of coming to their warm one.

Smiling when David opens the door he holds up the bag of cookie dough.

"Yeah, I'm sorry it took so long. I got your favorite."

[helpdesk_hero]

"You're a fucking hero. Now go scrub your arms again in the sink. I keep the antibacterial under the kitchen sink. Be sure to scrub under your nails."

Not that he didn't trust that Simon did the same at work when he was done with a body. No, David was just careful and tended to double scrub himself.

"Wine with dinner or no? I think I need it today. We just wrapped the ugliest murder suicide."

[indefatigableness]

Simon chuckles at the other's instructions and moves to set the bag down and then goes to grab the soap and scrub himself again. He definitely is careful at work, always changing out of scrubs before he even leaves the building.

"Mm, yeah, wine," Simon sighs. His case hadn't been pretty either and there were still a ton of questions that needed answering but he and Harrow could work on that tomorrow. "I'm sorry you had a hard one."

[helpdesk_hero]

"We figured it out. It's all being dealt with," David answered. "But it's been almost three days since I've had good sleep over it. That's why I wasn't getting back to your texts very fast. I'm sorry."

But he knows he has to do his best about all of this. And his best isn't being a good boyfriend at the moment. If he's a boyfirend.

▶ hybrid_prince

[garrrr]

Gar shows up not long after. The offer is one he can’t refuse because why would he ever want to? He lets himself in the door and searches out the other.

“You really did set us up with some options,” he grins.

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[hybrid_prince]

Oh he really had settled a few places up. He’d bypassed the couch to instead make a pillow fort, which he was in now, waiting with pillows and blankets to cuddle with Gar.

“This work? If not, I put more pillows on the bed.”

[garrrr]

Of course, Gar heads straight for the pillow fort, diving in and rolling onto his back. It's sturdy enough it seems.

"This is great."

[hybrid_prince]

Oh, definitely sturdy enough. Teddy laughs at Gar's pleasure, and moves to join him. Once he's in the fort he pulls Gar close.

"So much better than furs.

[garrrr]

Gar smiles as he's pulled in by the other's strong arms. He stretches his legs out.

"And you're probably the superior cuddler too."

[hybrid_prince]

"I mean, I really am," Teddy agrees. "Always exactly what is needed for your cuddling needs. Big and strong, soft and round, hell, even fluffy if you need it."

Maybe he couldn't do animals int he same way Gar could, but he COULD do fur.

for whichever hobbit you want XD or anyone, really

[bythewaves]

The Shire is a very quiet place. Quite insular, in many ways. They don't necessarily like Outsiders much, in the Shire. But those who come and stay? That's different. Those folk are Shirefolk, now, and the Shire protects its own.

It's probably why no one ever mentions the fact that Master Mack who lives in a small hut out behind the Bird and Baby Inn is very definitely an elf, and not a hobbit. In fact, it's not entirely clear if the Shirefolk even realise that the minstrel who plays from 5pm to 8pm sharp Mondays to Fridays and mostly potters around in his garden the rest of the time is an elf at all. They certainly don't seem to think it odd that he's been doing this now since Carlo Blagrove's grandfather was the Tavernkeep, and doesn't seem to have aged a day (Or if they do, they're far too polite to say so. In public, you understand - it's simply not done.)

Either way, no one mentions anything except that he's very good, and knows all the best dancing songs, and can tell a good yarn with the best of the old gaffers, and minds his own business, which really just makes him the perfect neighbour.

Certainly, he doesn't seem to much like Gandalf, and always manages to be away when the wizard is in the Shire, but as said Wizard mostly spends his time up in Bag End or the Tooklands, no one brings it up, and Gandalf never asks. He's a Disturber of the Peace anyway, is Gandalf. No one can blame Master Mack for wanting too keep his Peace, can they? Why, his only failing is that he does not smoke and wears shoes. Nothing to be helped for that. Oh, and he seems a mite leery of Old Mad Baggins, but that's a Sensible Precaution, if you ask anyone who Has Sense.

All of which is to say, if you want some real dancing music, folks say, you should go down to the Bird and Baby between five to eight, and if you buy him a drink, Old Mack is quite happy to have a chat. He does requests too, if you ask nicely.

for Vi

[powderedblue]

[ It's been a while now, since that cop bitch took Jinx's sister and stole her back to Piltover. As if Jinx didn't have enough reasons to hate the shining metropolis. But, a few months have passed, enough for tempers to cool to only a simmer, enough for Jinx to take over Silco's old connections in the undercity, enough for Vi to get herself a nice little place in Piltover. It's quaint, in an overly-polished and pretty way, Jinx thinks as she slips in through the window one night. She can see the little ways Vi has taken the prim and proper, cutesy decor that the place probably came with, and dirtied it up a little to make it more homely.

She sits down in the biggest chair in the living room and puts her feet up, waiting in the darkness for her sister to get home. ]

[theirkeeper]

[ It doesn't take but a split second for Vi to sense something's different when she enters the apartment. There's a tiredness that's weighing on her, shoulders dropped now that no one's around -- or wouldn't have been around to put on a front for. She's not particularly happy about joining the enforcers but with Caitlyn they'd been able to make some changes and the whole situation is still difficult given everything that's happened.

Still the last thing she expects the light comes on is to see Powder... Jinx. She stares at her, brow furrowing. ]

What are you doing here?

[powderedblue]

[ Even before the light comes on, Jinx's violet eyes seem to glow in the dark, seeing everything... She sees the way Vi's shoulders sink, like they always used to after a long day shouldering the weight of everyone's responsibilities. After shouldering the weight of Powder's mistakes.

What is she doing here? What is she doing here? Why did she come and wait for her sister in the dark, all alone? Why aren't they off somewhere, together? The way they should be. ]

Does she make you happy? Your cop girlfriend.

[theirkeeper]

[ Vi's eyes don't waver away from the other and she's not necessarily afraid though she is wary. She still doesn't think Powder... Jinx... would ever hurt her. She knows her sister is still there. ]

Why does that matter to you?

[powderedblue]

[ Jinx's posture is relaxed, but there's a fury in her glowing purple eyes that can't be covered up by even the deepest of acts she could put on. ]

You chose her over me. I just want to know if you think it was worth it.

[theirkeeper]

[ And Vi still knows how to read her sister better than she can read anyone else honestly. Jinx is still Powder. ]

I didn't choose between the two of you.