Angels' Blood is certainly a book I took 10+ years to finish lol it was fine... I won't continue the series, but it has a rich lore that is very tempting to do so. It's just... I sort of I don't think I'd be interested in following Elena's story. If the story expanded past her, I would have (later books and short stories do suggest that it does). But I finished, 3/5. For the lore alone.
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[ KISS ]: sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately. ( don't look at me ,,,,, @ serval )
Pinned Against A Wall Prompts | Accepting!
Was it the pleasant atmosphere? Was it the jovial mood set by the back and forth playful banter? Was is lingering unresolved feelings resurfacing at the second chance she gave Sampo that lead to this..? That's all that made sense in the blonde's mind as to how the situation ended up this way not that Serval is complaining.
They had shared several amused but warm looks throughout the last hour. Blue locks had snuck into her shop while she was occupied behind the counter and gave her a friendly scare. The lass threated him with a good tickling but wasn't really committed to the threat, mostly too tired to do so. Serval had called him, affectionately, a 'scamp' at some point though, as she picked up a few things here and there. She was moving from the back of the shop towards the front, intending to put something on the desk near the entrance, but was stopped half way through her journey.
It wasn't an aggressive shove, no, but it was intentional and firm- resulting in her dropping the item in her hand. It ended up forgotten on the floor mere seconds later. Sampo had gotten close enough to then press her against the shop's side door, it creaking quietly at the action. He had his hands at her hips, and she was about to plead for mercy, thinking he might taken her idea of tickles as a threat and use it on her instead- but the hands only held still, keeping her firmly in place. Hands laid atop his, grasping them in case she was correct in her initial thought, ready to pull them away to save her sides.
A few beats of silence passed between them before she felt as if she was being caged as the lad had leaned in closer. Then she felt it. Lips pressed warmly against her own. Eyes widen in shock, her own grip immediately becoming slack. This.. this was happening. Sampo had kissed her-- was still kissing her. His hands had even given her hips a squeeze for good measure. If Serval hadn't been working all day, she would have thought this a dream, one she would have had a long time ago closer to when the first met. Yet every time she slowly blinked, it registered in phrases that this, in fact, was reality.
Perhaps the lad had taken her frozen state as a good thing, cause it took several more movements of slotting mouths together for Serval to seemingly snap out of her internal shock. Now, she embarrassingly hadn't had an overly large amount of experience in.. these types of things, but she had enough that she had a vague idea of how to reciprocate- although she ended up just following Sampo's example and lead. Why not let him lead when she's the one with the least amount of familiarity in the intimate gesture.
Shakey hands ghosted up the lad's arms, one stopping just above his elbow and the other making it to his shoulder. It was not even a minute later and the blonde felt light headed, nerves blazing under her skin- leading her to swiftly slide the hand that was once gripping a shoulder to slip between the two of their faces, palm then covering Sampo's mouth. Serval knew she probably looked as flustered as she felt, so she looked away, staring off at the floor to the side, absolutely not even going to attempt to make eye contact. She'd rather not make a fool out of herself, especially not right now, thank you very much.
" Okay----- tim-me out-- time out! "
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a father’s day special! happy father’s day everyone !! 💙
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Rhysand: Fishing is so boring. All we do is sit!
Edward: That’s my favorite part, aside from the...
Rhysand: The... what?
Edward: Catching— when the big gnarly beast takes the bait.
Rhysand: But what if I can’t catch it? What if it’s too hard to reel in?
Edward: You can and you will. Believe in yourself, Rhys.
Edward: Lina couldn’t catch a fish. She’d retrieve the line too fast.
Rhysand: You took her fishing, too?
Edward: Of course! It’s a right of passage as a proud Beauchamp! She and Clem were around your age when I brought them out here.
Edward: Lina hated it. Hates the outdoors, the bugs, all that stuff. Clem loved fishing with me, loved spending time with her papa and sister.
Edward: Clem got a hold of a big fish. Her arms were shaking, but she was determined to catch it. She kept saying, “I got it, papa!”
Rhysand: She didn’t get it, did she?
Edward: It got her.
Edward: She was yanked right into the water.
Edward: Before I could even react, she came up out of the water grinning ear to ear. I never took them fishing after that.
Rhysand: Maybe sitting isn’t so bad. Better than getting soaked in pond water.
Edward: I second that.
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