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SUDDEN MARRIAGE MEME

▌ POST AS YOUR CHARACTER. ▌ ANON GIVES YOU ANOTHER CHARACTER + ONE SCENARIO. ▌ YOUR CHARACTERS ARE NOW MARRIED. ▌ THREAD ACCORDINGLY. SCENARIOS 1. EXPECTING A BABY/ADOPTING A BABY. 2. GETTING A DIVORCE. 3. HONEYMOON. 4. GETTING BACK TOGETHER AFTER SEPARATION. 5. DOMESTIC CUTE TIMES. 6. PILLOW TALK.

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[ioudas]

[(Anonymous)]

lil/2 crying

[foreshadower]

[ Well, this is...awkward.

Perhaps Cross's charms finally got to him. Or whatever, but he's relaxing, in his birthday suit. Smoking on a pipe. ]

Hm.

Interesting.

[ioudas]

(charms? or those bottles of wine they downed. whatever it is, it's done and over with. he reaches over for the pipe, not wanting to waste his own cigarettes before taking a puff of it and deciding that it's not strong enough for his tastes.)

That's not what you're supposed to say after what we just did.

[foreshadower]

[ The shade takes his pipe back sullenly, shoving it back in his mouth. ]

Well, it was hardly something I found that great, no offense. I think I prefer the fairer sex.

[ioudas]

Even at the height of my drunken fondling, I'm a great lover.

(he does take offense to something he barely remembers. if it wasn't for the magic, the hangover would kill him. he reaches for the nightstand, pulling out his very special pack of cigarettes that are so terrible for you that they stopped making them forty years ago. lighter? no problem, it just lights it self with magic.)

You're welcome, by the way.

[foreshadower]

Are you?

[ He chuckles, softly. He doesn't really worry about the implication that Cross should be so "good". It's not that he wasn't impressed, but rather that it didn't get his engines going quite so much. ]

Oh yes, I should greatly thank you, I suppose, for lavishing me with such attention.

[ioudas]

I am.

(this post-coital cigarette should really be a put me the fuck to sleep so that when i wake up this asshole isn't in my bed-rette.)

I'm sure I rocked your world.

[foreshadower]

[ He laughed. ]

I don't know. Cross, I'm hardly easily rocked.

[ioudas]

Fine, I shattered your world.

(he put effort into sexual intercourse, don't make it be for naught.)

[foreshadower]

I don't know about that, either. I'm not exactly the sort that's surprised all that much anymore, you know. Call it a side-effect of being immortal.

[ioudas]

I am the one you have waited for. Your body is going to yearn for this.

[oedipusrat]

[It has been so long since he's spoken to his dearest husband. Not-so-dearest. The whole situation has been far from normal. Usually when Silva feels betrayed or has no more use for someone, he would just have them killed, but that would just be too...messy. Better to just take a nice break from the whole...marriage thing, go flirt around with James (and others of course), live the bachelor life again for a time.

And now he's back at Cross' flat. How did that happen? He could just let himself in, but that doesn't feel very appropriate. He knocks instead. Hopefully Cross won't slam the door in his face.]

[ioudas]

(it's not cross that opens his front door, but a petite blond wearing one of silva's shirts that cross had appropriated for his own use. she asks if he's looking for someone, the way that she leans up against the door implies that she just wants him to go.

cross doesn't care who it is, he's calling for her from the bedroom.)

Tell them to go away.

[oedipusrat]

[One of his shirts. Not that he terribly minds the sight of a cute little thing in one of his shirts, but given the situation, he gives her a wide, toothy smile. Like a hungry great white eyeing a seal from far below the surface.]

Ignore him for a moment, dear. I believe that doesn't belong to you. [The shirt, or Cross? Hard to tell.] You're going to get dressed back in whatever you came here in, and you're going to leave, and Mister Marian is going to be thrilled to see his husband, isn't he?

[ioudas]

(he recognizes that voice, and he treats it with the same disdain as he does having to put on pants. within seconds, he's at the door wearing absolutely nothing and staring at silva.)

I'm not, actually.

(he gives her a small kiss on the cheek before she goes back to put some other clothes on.)

What do you want, Raoul?

[oedipusrat]

[It's a good thing he's a man of great patience, else he might be a little huffy and tap his foot.]

You, of course. But if you're otherwise busy...

[ioudas]

I am busy.

(Cross doesn't want to see him, nor does he have any desire to put effort into wanting to talk.)

[oedipusrat]

...This was supposed to be a lot more romantic. My imagination must have carried me away. May I at least come in?

[ioudas]

(He stares at Silva, wondering whether or not to let him back in.)

Fine, do whatever you want.

(She's still there, in Silva's shirt and making breakfast of all things.)

[oedipusrat]

[Is patience for that woman is, however, running extremely thin.]

You mean, do as you do? [It comes out snappier than he'd like. No, don't start that up. There's a reason they parted for a time, and he doesn't need reminded of the whys.] You can tell me if you don't want me back, but I thought you might have missed me. Although...I see that you do. She really doesn't have my hips, dear.

[ioudas]

(Cross reclines on the sofa, not caring about the sight that he's presenting to Silva. He must look shameless; mistress in the kitchen, laying naked on Silva's favorite couch.)

As you can see, I don't. (It's a lie, but what would he really do?)

[oedipusrat]

Cute blonde in one of my shirts? Oh, did you tell her to let you call her Raoul while you fucked her? [He leans over an arm of the couch, hands braced on it.] Or while she fucked you?

[He lets a beat or two pass.] I'm not here to fight. I really am not. If she'd like to stay for a threesome, that's fine.

[ioudas]

We made it a point to do it on your side of the bed.

(he's so apathetic about it all, maybe that's what makes it a little cruel. he's used to people coming in and out of his life, but they never get to wander back in- it's the other way around.

he tilts his back, calling to her in a tone that used to be reserved for him and Silva, mornings spent together before heading back to bed and doing nothing.)

Darling, don't bother; the morning's ruined anyway.

(she raises an eyebrow, but what does she care? offering cross another kiss before disappearing.)

[oedipusrat]

Should I have come back on my knees, begging? [All of the blatant innuendo there.] We can work this out. I'm certain of it. But if you're not interested...