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Thread: The Special Delivery (Loneiy x Insert)

Anya smiled a bit and moaned out as she continued to kiss and nibble on her, waiting for their desert to arrive before she got up, smiling as she followed, her hips moving side to side sensually as she followed I can't wait to get home now she whispered into her ear, running a hand down Roxy's back gently, eager to get to the car so they could get home. She wondered what Roxy had planned for her, since she was sure that they were going to have fun, already she had wished that they had continued what they started earlier, but hopefully it would all be worth it to wait until home.
Thread: The Special Delivery (Loneiy x Insert)

She growled back into her ear and smiled laughing gently. She moved to the car that was brought around and got in waiting for her to get in and drove home and leaned back casually. SHe bit her lip wondering what she was going to do to her when she got home.
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

When the door opened, Cara glanced up, eyes widening slightly as she took in who she assumed was 'Marisa' as their correspondence had entailed they were both so different. From her delicately applied eyeliner to the orderly way she seemed to present herself, every hair in place, clothing clean and immaculate. With a soft frown Cara shifted and moved through the door, feeling the weight of a judgemental stare being passed down onto her from those hazel eyes. It was unnerving. The other woman seemed to be keeping a straight face and an air of calm though, and it made her hopeful they would be able to discuss things in at least a somewhat civil way despite the already glaring differences in lifestyle. Maybe we could discuss the roommate agreement first? She replied easily. The apartment was was large and in a great central area and a lot closer ro her work and school than where she was living now. She could easily see moving into the space with no qualms about the physical apartment...just maybe with her new roommate. Go over rules and boundaries you have since it would be me moving into your established space essentially. We can discuss guidelines and make sure we would be somewhat compatable, she shrugged even as her eyes roamed over the living room. Then if you think we can live together you can get my hopes up on this place with an official grand tour. No point looking around if you wouldn't be interested in potentially living together, you know? Cara knew she would be able to stomach an uppity perfectionist as long as the other woman didn't cross into her personal space.
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

Mari knew she could be intimidating at times, and it worked to her benefit more often than not. However, she noticed the small frown that marred the other woman's features and quickly realized that she might lose a potential roommate before the proper first impression could be made. She tried to ease herself into a more casual stance, loosening her rigid shoulders and applying a better-than-nothing smile on her glossed lips. Of course. Was her reply as she shut the door with a soft click. Agreements and contracts were her forte and it was a comfortable territory for her. She had a manila folder packed with forms to sign resting on the kitchen counter but that could wait until later. Marisa bit back the urge to turn the sentence around and proclaim Cara as the difficult individual, knowing that would only make things worse. First off, smoking. Smoking in the apartment or anywhere inside the building is a big no-no. We do have a small balcony but I prefer any lit cigarettes be taken away from the premises. I'd actually prefer there by no smoking at all but... She muttered the last bit. Drinking is acceptable but only before nine and any acquaintances or special friends must leave before ten, nine if drinks are involved. In the same vein, distractions such as loud music and electronics turned up to a high volume are prohibited if the other roommate is present. There is no light's out curfew but sleeping schedules and comfort must be respected. We will rotate cleaning duties such as bathroom and general upkeep along with sharing the costs for grocery shopping. Meals and cooking will also be shared. Any broken appliances will be paid out of the pocket of the person who broke it... so on and so forth. Marisa glanced at Cara to make sure she was still following. She knew that there was plenty more to go through but decided to stop there. It was getting a bit out of hand. She scooped up the folder and held it close to her chest. Everything you need to know will be detailed in here, given that you're still interested. She knew that, roommate aside, the apartment was relatively perfect. Everything was where it should be, clean and tidy. There was not a single piece out of place. Would you like a tour or shall I show you the door?
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

Cara smirked a bit at the other woman, armed with her rules and papers. It was almost cute in a way when she bumped into people like this, ones who were wound up so damn tightly that they clung so desperately to what control they thought they had. Just gave her an excuse to get creative with finding loopholes and ways to unravel the bindings they tried to inflict on her...and Cara was good at unraveling things. Well, she said easily, after this Marisa had detailed the terms of her guidelines . The smoking thing is fine, I get cigarettes aren't everyone's thing and will respect that. I will keep it to when I am driving and out and about with the exceptions of my days off or a particularly rough day, then I will use the porch. Like hell if she was going to quit for this girl or this apartment, though. Cara folded her arms over her chest. Your apartment, your rules with the alcohol, but I will let you know, I like to sometimes have a bit of wine when I am painting and I paint when the mood strikes me. I will try and keep it within your 'timeline' though. The woman never specify how early she could start and she thought one in the morning would be a brilliant time. As for my friends, I can just as easily go to one of their places to chill for a night and give you space with the ten o'clock kick out time if I am craving a later evening but what about overnight guests? She took a moment to glance over the woman in front of her with a small grin. I mean, I know what they say about quiet shut in types being wild between the sheets but you didn't specify rules for having someone spend the night. A single guest, overnight, restricted to the bedroom and gone before breakfast? She asked, leaving it open for the other woman to think over. Cara moved on tried to keep from laughing too openly at the next topic she was about to address. Speaking of breakfast, I usually grab food on the go when I am out or a day was busy, like today, she thought bitterly when her stomach betrayed her at the thoughts of food and rumbled angrily. If you want to insist on taking turns cooking and risk yourself to my distinct lack of culinary skills? Be my guest but I can't guarantee you will survive the experience. I would prefer to just do our own separate meals unless you wanna do pizza or take out and go in on it together. She shrugged. Rotating cleaning and a you break it you replace it policy sounds fair enough to me. Now, she said with a small shrug and charming smile, I think I will take that tour now...unless of course you are no longer interested and would like to show me the door. It was a risky call, the very slight mocking she knew may push the other woman over the edge if she had no sense of humor, though it was too difficult to resist an opportunity to potentially call this woman's bluff. She knew Marisa could have, probably would have turned her away right off of the bat from her appearance alone if she had any other choices lined up, so Cara played her hand in hopes that they were both desperate enough for this to work.
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

Marisa wasn't someone who normally negotiated, that much was evident, Cara could see it in her body language and hear it in the slight huff of irritation. This was going to be an experience, but even if this potential new roommate turned out to be a bit of a control freak, it was still the best potential living space she had seen to date. Cara glanced over at the small round dining table, her arms folded over her chest as she contemplated just what she was going to do. It didn't take long before she walked over, bending at the waist to begin filling out the necessary paperwork and sign the documents where needed. She set the pen back down and glanced over every page a second time to ensure she hadn't missed anything before shutting the folder, picking it up delicately to hand back to Marisa. I need to run back to my place for the night and pack but should be ready to move in by tomorrow morning. In truth she was mostly packed and had been tentatively living out of a large overnight bag as a means of being prepared should an opportunity arise such as this. The offer to help had her raising an eyebrow as a slow amused smile crossed her face. I mean...if you want to. Would hate to cause you any trouble, she said easily, leaning a hip against the table. But by all means if you want to waste a day tomorrow sorting through paint tubes and helping me unpack my clothes? Be my guest.
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

It was fruitless. She was already in possession of the bundle of signatures, which she held onto tightly, which meant that there was no reason to maintain her polite charade. It was a friendly gesture, but I guess you don't want that. Marisa said curtly, pursing her lips. In reality, it was a bit more than that. She didn't like the idea of things being put in places she didn't approve of, but even she was aware of how ridiculous that sounded. Besides, it could have very well been an offer of truce, she reasoned with herself. Drumming her fingers against the folder lightly, she glanced at her soon-to-be new roommate, Like I said, I'll get these to the landowner by tonight and get you a key. It was still early enough that she could give them a call and have it all sorted before the 'big moving day'. Plus she needed to clean out the room. All Cara needed to do was show up though if she continued with her current judgement, that might be too much to ask for. I'll see you tomorrow then. Marisa continued, trying her best to maintain some modicum of professionalism. You've still got my number so let me know if anything happens. She didn't want to drag this on any longer than needed, and now that she had another goal in mind, she was determined to wrap this up quickly. Sauntering over to the door, she unlocked and opened it. Make sure you're here tomorrow, 11am sharp. And when she said sharp, she really meant sharp. Hopefully Cara would get the gist of it sooner or later. Thanks for dropping by.
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

Cara could see Marisa's attitude changing, her patience thinning when she had gotten her hands on the paperwork. It looked like the slight attempts of familiarity was all an act...two could play that game. Now the paperwork was signed as long as she didn't blatantly break any of the terms? She felt she could be little bit more herself. Cara felt her stance relax as her eyes roamed over Marisa, a slow smirk spreading over her features. All right, Marisa, she hummed as she took a step forward. See you tomorrow at eleven...sharp, she said easily, having moved into Marisa's space, breaching personal boundaries and enjoying it since she had a distinct feeling Marisa would be the type to push her own boundaries later. Thanks for having me, she said with a smirk, hand reaching out to tuck the tiniest stray strand of that blonde-brown hair that had fallen loose back into place. With a brief good bye, and not waiting for a reaction or response, she turned quickly and showed herself out, making her way out of the building and down to the street she had left her car parked on. It was a quick drive home and the night seemed to race by as she spent it packing her little car with all of her belongings and worldly possessions. In the morning as soon as her leasing office opened she went inside turned in her keys before she began the drive to her new home. Cara knew in the long run this probably would end horribly but the lease agreement she had signed had been for at least six months, so she would have a few months cushion to locate a new place should Marisa become too...overbearing. tough Cara had to admit that a small part of her liked the challenge. Tucking a stray honey blonde curl behind her decorated ear she loved the idea of boundaries and limits being put on her that she would break and shatter and find loopholes to. Then again she had always been that way. She pulled up five minutes to eleven, and parked her car in a space near the entrance of the complex before going inside, carrying a heavy box, her overnight bag slung over her shoulders. Cara kicked at the door heavily, her booted foot making the knock sound like a dull thud while she worked to balance the box in her hands while waiting for Marisa to open the door.
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

Cara didn't miss the polite begrudging tone or look that Marisa seemed to have for her. It had her grinning slightly and womdering if it had anything to do with the way things ended last night or just Marisa's general displeasure with her. With a small shake of her head she arched her eyebrows. Nah, would hate for you to break a nail, hurt your pretty clothes or pulls a muscle. Medical bills and seamstress fees aren't exactly worked into my budget, she said with a slight smirk as she walked inside. If you would just be willing to open doors? I can do the heavy lifting. An old friend of mine is going to be bringin' over my mattress in his truck around noon. Well...noon my time, suppose it might be good to synchronize out watches so I can be sure to not disappoint your strict time keeping. Or do so knowing down to the second how much she was pushing. Cara headed back to what was going to be her room, nodding at the door in a silent request for Marisa to help her again. She shifted, the large oversized blue green sweatshirt she wore hung loosely over her frame, the same tattered jeans from yesterday fitted over her legs, this time with bright pink leggings peeking out through the holes, clashing brilliantly with the cooler tones of the hoodie. The boots were the same though, with thick black woolen socks peeking over to tops where they rested at her mid calf. I mean, I could always kick the doors in if you would rather chill inside...figured you wouldn't much care for that though, Cara said brightly as she glanced over with a wink.
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

Marisa decided to ignore her roommate for the time-being, considering it a test-run for the near future as she resisted the urge to close the door right on the womans face. Contracts were binding, after all, and she only had to live with this for six months before she could look for a replacement. She had no doubt that the other didnt intend to stay for an extended visit either. She pressed her lips together tightly, shutting the door behind Cara and following after her, regarding the unfortunately colored pullover behind the blondes back along with the general wear and tear of the entire outfit. She briefly wondered if Cara couldnt afford proper clothes before realizing that to some people, this was a fashion statement. Another blatant attempt at riling her up was met with a cool shake of her head as she swerved past the live-in troublemaker, turning the knob and pushing inside. I suppose you dont need this mattress then if you have your own, she questioned, gesturing to the one already nestled in the room. She tutted lightly, her thoughts not on the inconvenience of moving the thing, but rather where she was going to store the extra her room was way too small and she didnt really like the thought of stacking the mattress against a wall. Her landlord could potentially take it away, but then she might not get it back. She could always sell it. With a small sigh, she brushed past Cara has if she was another corner to turn, as if the room wasnt already taken and placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head at the forlorn looking furniture. It was a single, hardly large and looked more like an airbed if nothing else. A proper funeral could be made for it later but for now, she busied herself with gripping the edge and, with surprising strength, hauled it onto its side in preparation to pull it out if the way was clear.
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

Well, I mean if you have grown so physically attached to the thing I could always ask my friend to hold onto mine for whenever our arrangement ends, she said as she set down what she was carrying. Her eyes did widen at the sheer strength the other girl possessed and Cara raised an eyebrow appreciatively. She would have thought the other woman to be more worried about mussing up her hair and clothing and definitely did not expect a show of strength like this. I will give him a call, quite your grunting and heaving, Cara teased, waving a hand as she tugged out her cellphone and called her friend as she slipped back out the room to head back outside for more boxes. Cara wondered exactly how this was going to play out as she ended the call, luckily Jonathan was more than willing to store her mattress in his basement, which was promising in case the proverbial 'shit hit the fan' here. Lighting up a cigarette she took a few heavy drags as she tried to push back the way that Marisa had treated her almost like she was just an obstacle to pass by and move around. Not to mention the sigh the other woman had made was going to become an absolute pet peeve of hers if Marisa made it whenever Cara did or said something she didn't agree with. Shaking her head she finished her cigarette, grabbing two lighter boxes, making her way back upstairs and not really caring if Marisa complained of the smell. Honestly, Cara hoped slightly the other woman did complain.
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

It has nothing to do with physical attachment Marisa bit back lightly. Im merely explaining that if you have one of your own, then this will just be a waste of space in an already small room. She honestly believed that Cara was being intentionally particular. The woman wasnt exactly subtle either, not so much as pushing her buttons as she was slamming every possible limb against whatever she thought would piss Marisa off more. It would have worked if the attempts hadnt been so awkwardly unbelievable. When Cara excused herself from the room, Marisa let out a long, frustrated breath. The mattress sat on its side and she wondered if she should move it anyway, just to be difficult, before deciding that it would be too much of a hassle for her. Especially since the blonde could simply call her friend for a mail-order mattress. She left it as it was, stepping over boxes and telling herself off for the desire to kick over a couple, knowing that the mess shed make would annoy her more than her insufferable roommate. She made her way back to the kitchen for a drink of water dealing with people like Cara always gave her a bit of a headache when the door opened. Her roommate had returned with more of her belongings and bringing with her the unmistakable stench of nicotine and hundreds of other pollution scented particles. Marisa wrinkled her nose, her glass almost overflowing at the momentary distraction. She twisted the tap shut and took a big gulp of cold water, ignoring, ignoring Marisa couldnt. Maybe use something other than cigarettes as a perfume.
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

Cara smiled and winked at the other woman, And what, miss out on the cute way you scrunch up your nose whenever I walk by? Believe me Marisa, nicotine is what is keeping me from losing my everloving- she probably shouldn't start swearing in front of the prim and proper woman in front of her, -mind. Cara made her way back to her room, resetting the mattress after she put down the boxes before making another quick trip to her car again, this time offering the silence the other girl seemed to be craving so Marisa could ignore her. It took a few more brief trips while she gathered the last of her possessions from her vehicle, her last time Cara parked her car in the lot, walking the short distance back to the building with a final box of art supplies and a few canvases tucked under her arm. Cara made her way back into the apartment, dropping the box and canvases gently onto the mattress before smoothing a hand over the chaotic mess of curls she had tied back before returning to the living room to see where her roommate had gone. So, she called out easily. What exactly do you do for fun? Twiddling your thumbs and or dusting doesn't count. Cara dropped herself onto the couch, ignoring the aches in her body brought on by a stressful week and then a move today. She knew she should unpack but Cara felt exhausted and just needed something to let her mind escape a bit, to relax and unwind and hopefully work out some of the tensions she felt.
Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

They were so far past an impasse that it seemed almost irreparable to the blonde-brunette, who shook her head mutely. It was an interesting development, she had noted after Cara quickly diverted her language to safer territories. She wasnt beyond cursing to herself and she honestly couldnt care less if her roommate had a sailors mouth. But she knew that was how people saw her, church-going, cleanliness akin to holiness, all that. In truth, knowing that things were clean was the only thing that kept her mind sane and in the same vein, it made her insane. Marisa quickly realized that her thoughts were straying so she quickly busied herself with scrubbing her glass and drying until not a single drop of water remained before setting it back in the cupboard. By the time she was done with that, Cara had brought the last of her belongings into the apartment. Fortunately she hadnt been called on to help with doors again, Marisa thought to herself sourly as she remained seated on one of chairs tucked into the little table, flipping through the pages of a magazine yet not really digesting the pregnancy of another famous red-carpet walker. She glanced up at the sound of her roommates voice, the sound drifting as Cara fell onto the couch. Fun was subjective she bit her tongue from replying as much. Read, study, she answered shortly, her eyes wandering down a list of ingredients for a lasagna. She supposed a conversation was in order to avoid any awkward silences not that it wasnt already awkward. Hang out with friends. There are a lot of clubs around here, places you can go bar-hopping if that suits your interests. She reminded herself to buy some air freshener when she was able to. Jazz clubs too.