IC CONTACT POST

[uberboned]

[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[It really was, but goddammit, he was feeling so vulnerable and exposed. This was such unfamiliar territory for him. She cared about him, which was really all it took for Gabriel to fall in front of someone on his back and be take me, I'm yours. He needed that comfort, that stability. Before he came here, he'd lost everything. Everything. Every tie he'd gained between Heaven and this was cut off. He'd planned on dying, which was the one thing he'd never tell her. He hadn't even really tried to forge too many bonds here- the ones that happened were great. Fine. Dandy. He didn't make the mistake of assuming they meant much. This was different.]

I think we've had enough emotional epiphanies for one night. Gotta save something for the next explosion, right? [He smiled and ducked his head, only looking back up when she kissed his fingers.] I burn cold. One of the perks of being too far from Heaven. They turn off the heat, which means if you had any hopes of spooning... That's probably gonna be a pipe dream. Some girls get mono from their dates. Me? I'd probably give you hypothermia.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Hopes of spooning? [She quirked her eyebrowless brow.] Did you forget after you got an axe in the chest? I laid there while you were gushing blood and practically comatose. I can deal with cold.

[Thank his dad for this subject change. She scooted over and started tugging him down.] We can fix cold. Just... not like we did earlier. [Wow, that gave her body a sudden tingle.] I'm okay with hypothermia if you're okay with taking me to see my doctor when I come down with frostbite. But right now? You're warmer than the rest of this damn room, so sit your ass down.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Well, I was kinda disoriented from the axe in the chest part. Y'know how it goes. [But damned if that wasn't... The sweetest thing he'd heard in awhile.

He feigned complete resignation at being tugged down, although halfway to sitting down, he cracked a smile.] Okay, okay. Geez. You're so controlling.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Right, right. Been there and done that.

[She grinned when he called her controlling and yanked him the rest of the way down.] Get used to it, angel boy. I'm controlling, jealous, and one hell of a bitch. [Also, she was a cat. Immediately, she made herself comfortable in his lap. Shoulders and head on his thighs, she looked up at him with those big, tired eyes. Reaching up a hand, she smoothed back his hair.] From this day forward, you're mine. Deal with it.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He situated himself on the couch as comfortably as possible and ran his fingers through her hair.] I can live with that.

[It sounded better when Kali used those words anyway. ....He was just going to hope that Jinx didn't know any bloodspells.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She closed her eyes and smiled at the feeling of his fingers through her hair. Rolling over, she pressed her nose against his stomach and curled her knees up against her body.]

Can you live with staying here until I fall asleep?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He kept petting her hair, tracing lines through it and occasionally moving his hand down to rub her arms or her back, completely soothingly.] 'Course. Hell, I'll give you the rest of the day. [He shifted to save him from having to do it later in the day, and got comfortable.] My schedule's clear.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

You should probably... [yaaawn] ...be gone by the time the boys wake up. We don't need Claudio having a panic attack. He's fragile.

[The purring was starting up, which was a very silly and somewhat feminine way to snore.] You...smell nice. Keep petting me.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Fine. When I hear the house spontaneously burst into Dashboard Confessional, I'll get lost. But until then, they can deal with it. [And he's just gonna keep petting her, because, well, if the lady insists.] Go to sleep, Jinx.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

No. [That was just her being defiant. Lazily, her hand tugged at his shirt and pressed the material against the bridge of her nose. Less than twenty seconds later, she was out like a light.]