Leave “Red String of Fate” in my askbox

frommemetoyou:

I’ll generate a number from 1-77 (YES SEVENTY SEVEN OPTIONS!) to see what is in our muse’s destinies then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated.

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steelandstilettos:

>Whatever facade she put up prior is immediately broken when she grins, doe eyes making way for a slow beartrap smile.  Steel clatters the cuffs against the railing, internally thanking whatever deities that be that Droog was the first one to get to her rather than Scratch et cetera.

"Would you believe me if I’d said yes?"

>He kneels down in front of her, smirking when the cuffs clattering against the banister. He sets the cuestick down, blue eyes wandering over her frame, before landing on the handcuffs.

"Not really. Have you got the key?"

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steelandstilettos:

>’Shortly’ meaning approximately twenty seconds later.  Steel prods at Droog’s shoulder with the blunt end of her cigarette holder, flickering to the front before he has time to fully turn.

"Are you ready?"

>He turns a bit when his shoulder is poked, but turns back frontwards when she speaks. He smirks a little, blue eyes locking on her.

"Ready as ever."

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steelandstilettos:

>A brief smile warms Steel’s face as she slips the phone back into it’s proper pocket.  The cuffs- white, of course they’re white- make a neat contrast between her and the banister, dark skin wrapped carefully around emerald wood to keep it from scratching.

>On second thought, this could prove more intentional than embarrassing provided the right steps are taken.  Steel kicks off her heels and jacket, letting the hem of her dress slip ‘innocently’ down her shoulder.  Better a harlot than a fool.

>He transportalizes himself to the Felt mansion, adjusting his tie before opening the door, ultra-violence cuestick in hand in case any of the less intelligent members of the Felt decided to show up. He steps inside, and he nearly drops his cuestick when his eyes land on Steel, handcuffed to the banister.

>If she had just wanted his attention, she could have asked. He approaches her, putting a hand on his hip. 

"So. Handcuffed yourself ‘accidentally’, hm?"

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steelandstilettos:

[Txt]  You never leave your car at home.  I’ll be needing that story, for payment of course.

[Txt]  See you shortly.

[Text]: I suppose I will do as I must.

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steelandstilettos:

[Txt]  If I knew it was this easy I would have cuffed myself to the stairs ages ago.

[Txt]  See you soon, darling.

[Text]: …I’ll see you soon.

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steelandstilettos:

[Txt]  Thee cuffs belong to one Doctor Scratch.  I value my limbs.

[Txt]  It’d be better not to ask.

[Text]: Alright. I’ll be over shortly.

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ultraviolentdiamonds sent:

[Text]: I’m going to need a ride home. Don’t ask why.

steelandstilettos:

[Txt]  Do you need something with a trunk or should I get you in the usual fashion?

[Text]: The usual fashion is fine.

[Text]: I left my car at home and my ride has disappeared.

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[Txt] Casually and with the utmost grace.

[Text]: Can’t you just use your space powers and flicker out of them?

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steelandstilettos:

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