[So someone has been busy playing dressup. Enjoy your selfie of your Queen in a beautiful wedding gown with another vampire in a golden suit. Yeah, remember that guy? You should, Solomon, even though he's not on his knees this time.]
[There's approximately a six hour delay between receiving the photos and processing them, summoning the right response. He'd rather not deal with it. Part of him would like to sniff the pair out, while the other half's happy to continue with his day as if he'd seen nothing.]
[He allows himself to be pulled -- a stark lack of resistance can be felt from JJ's end, most likely. Something about him being incredibly forward sits hindered at the tip of his tongue; expressing anything like that is a recipe for him to utter the most unappealing dick-retracting thing feasible.]
For someone who pulled the beds apart, you seem to favor intimacy.
[He'll shift, bodily moving to straddle JJ's middle rather than lay at his side like those old people at the end of Titanic. His fingers slip between the skater's, pressing the back of his hand to the mattress without actual force.]
[ Solomon's right in assuming that; JJ tends to favour physical closeness, even among strangers. Personal space is more of a suggestion as far as he's concerned, and it plays right into his playful personality. There's no weight behind his actions however, they're flighty and easy, lacking the intent that Solomon's weight over his middle might imply.
This isn't inline with any of his previous experiences, and the shift in attitude takes him off guard. He smiles all the same, keeping his confidence. ]
I do. Seems like you do too.
[ It's unexpectedly bold. At least, in JJ's limited understanding of Solomon, who had come off as a proper English gentleman. ]
Now it all makes sense. Was this entire evening a long plan to get you here?
[Who even texts Solomon? Nobody. So when his cell phone chirps at him, he's stirring, glancing about the room for the source of whatever dinged at him; it's a colorful signal that eventually steals his attention, flashing intermittently to signify a received, unchecked message.
It's within arms reach, so he'll snatch the device up, squint unpleasantly at the screen...]
[The message is read about four times before he can comprehend what's going on, as if the sender shouldn't have made the meaning a glaring thing. It's too early -- late? To wrestle with the dokis.
He will eventually rise up, make a quiet trek into the living room, gross moccasin slippers helping him in making a silent entry. He'll linger by the doorway, arms crossed. He's donning his most normal ensemble yet.]
So you made it...
[Playing it cool; he'll belatedly tuck his phone into a pocket, as if to erase his purpose here.]
[Even if it were..he's a terrible person to ask about it.]
And what could you be talking about?
[Because surely he wouldn't be talking about a traditional harvest. Maybe it's heaps of bodies, a blood donation to apologize for something yet to occur.]
text; thank god for spellcheck because its the only thing making her messages readable
i have a friend
very good
Oh? Something like that was inevitable.
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glad i lost my html there
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text;
you do right
amshel made you drink enough of it
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im sorry
what do you think
am i pretty
does it suit me
[Say yes.]
this is messed up (1/2)
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[The Solomon-equivalent of "K".]
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( text ) FROM: ✨👑KING JJ👑✨
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cont from before i aint linking that
For someone who pulled the beds apart, you seem to favor intimacy.
[He'll shift, bodily moving to straddle JJ's middle rather than lay at his side like those old people at the end of Titanic. His fingers slip between the skater's, pressing the back of his hand to the mattress without actual force.]
Or have I misunderstood?
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This isn't inline with any of his previous experiences, and the shift in attitude takes him off guard. He smiles all the same, keeping his confidence. ]
I do. Seems like you do too.
[ It's unexpectedly bold. At least, in JJ's limited understanding of Solomon, who had come off as a proper English gentleman. ]
Now it all makes sense. Was this entire evening a long plan to get you here?
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have they been speaking french this entire time
volley vou coochie avec moi
please stop
jmapple solomon silverplates hon hon hon
looks 2 heaven 4 strength
whats a god to a nonbeliever
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text; sent at like 3am from ur couch
yours drifts a ghostly sick white
frozen like the morning mist
numb hands intertwine
flaxen waves drift, not fragile
trodden steps reaching nowhere
the path we weave together
will it reach the end?
lingering at dawn, at dusk
what can be seen in red skies?
i'd rather look to your eyes
with nothing behind
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It's within arms reach, so he'll snatch the device up, squint unpleasantly at the screen...]
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He will eventually rise up, make a quiet trek into the living room, gross moccasin slippers helping him in making a silent entry. He'll linger by the doorway, arms crossed. He's donning his most normal ensemble yet.]
So you made it...
[Playing it cool; he'll belatedly tuck his phone into a pocket, as if to erase his purpose here.]
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[It's an abrupt invitation, hardly giving him enough time to react to his initial statement.]
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text; the day of divas net post
[it's endearing]
Hey
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[She must...............]
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[gone without a word for weeks and all he can do is talk about the weather??]
I've come to possess a surplus of harvest. Want to take care of it?
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[Even if it were..he's a terrible person to ask about it.]
And what could you be talking about?
[Because surely he wouldn't be talking about a traditional harvest. Maybe it's heaps of bodies, a blood donation to apologize for something yet to occur.]
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text;
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backdated to christmas
imagine if i were on time
hugs softly
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