Three Types of Love

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THREE TYPES OF LOVE MEME

This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!

- Post your characters and include preferences (if any!)
- Others reply.
- Go to RNG and enter numbers 1-3 to get a love type, then 1-12 to get a scene.
- Or go for the record and try to play 1 of each type of love!
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01; 06?

[a_fatalist]

[Damon only comes to see her a few weeks at a time at worst... every three days when he is charitable. But every time, he makes sure to treat her well. Fred, to him is much like a delicate flower despite how obviously capable she is. He stays away because of that, more than his own nature. Attachment... would be a real problem]

:D

[_fredless]

[She's tucked up in the window seat of her townhouse, reading. Fred promised herself she was done being still Done waiting. Because one of the hardest things to own in those first few months back from Pylea was how she'd stopped. Oh, not surviving. That'd been too ingrained.But she had stopped looking for a way back, believing. And that stillness -- it lingered far longer than wanted to admit. It's what kept her in that room, and put words on those walls.

So now, even with Damon? Even for Damon? She doesn't wait. She just can't]

[a_fatalist]

[he always comes at night, if ever. It's not so much the preference as much as.. it's closer to turning in. And when she is winding down.. prettiest. To him, at least] Going to invite me in? [he smirks casually from the doorway of the threshold he can cross without the permission.. but he enjoys hearing it]

[_fredless]

[She stops to jot a few more notes down on her notepad before glancing up at Damon. It isn't a game, or an attempt to be coy. It's simply that when she reads somebody else's thoughts, it is impossible not to have a few of her own. She'd like to remember them.

Finally, Fred looks up. And smiles.

Much like thoughts inevitably lead to other thoughts, Damon and his teasing words seem to come with the unavoidable consequence of a smile. The few times where it hadn't? Well, she had her reasons.

One corner of her mouth sits slightly off kilter, higher than the other]

You'd be downright unbearable if I didn't. [But she doesn't seem overly bothered all the same. Especially since they both knew he could walk any place he wanted in her house now] I guess that makes you invited.

[And with all the expected and proper flair...]

I invite you in. Damon.

[a_fatalist]

...You have a talent for that, I must say. [he steps inside, gait smooth as he shrugs out of his leather jacket and folds it over his arms, in front of her, smirking] Certain.. naughtiness. I like.

[_fredless]

[She laughs at that. Honestly, she probably laughs at that sort of thing more than she should. But that smoldering look is so far removed from anything she grew up around -- for all that more times than not? It normally has it's desired effect.

She just has to pick apart underneath the laughter to the warmth that always coiled tightly in her center]

Seems to me it's a shame, I'm not even certain that's a proper talent to have. I can't even list it on a resume.

[She slips her feet to the floor from the window seat, finally closing her book and putting it aside]

[a_fatalist]

Miss me? [he asks, dark blue roving over her own eyes before he glances around to see what's changed since he's been here last. Any new relics, ornaments.. oh, emergancy stakes...]

[_fredless]

[She's always collecting new things -- anything that captures and holds her interest. Though it's apparent from Fred's expression that only one thing is keeping her interest now]

Isn't that what you want? For me to miss you? [It's a quiet acknowledgment of Damon's visitation habits. Fred stands] What do you think? Is it working?

[a_fatalist]

[he chuckles, hands lifting to frame her face. Crossing the room without a moment's notice, check. He smirks a little at her words] I think so.

[_fredless]

Only think so?

[She'll never not be fascinated by that. And not just by Damon being -- well, Damon. But that actual, real physics that have to exist underneath that particular skill. Her head's always bit dizzy with the math after. That? And a few other things.

Face still caught between his hands, Fred lifts mouth slowly until she's grazing it over his own. There's something measured and deliberate about it that stands in sharp contrast to the way Damon closed the distance between them]

[a_fatalist]

[it's also sneakily coy - which he likes. It's something that suits her and Damon... he leans his body into Fred's just a little bit more. Low growl in his throat] Careful... I'm not in the gentle mood tonight and you're tempting me...

[_fredless]

[She drags her mouth against Damon's again, savoring the taste and texture of him. It's an almost-kiss, close but not quite]

And yet you're gentle enough to give me warning, all the same.

[a_fatalist]

Fault of being raised a gentleman, I'm afraid.. [he presses her against the door firmly, arms locking gently tight about her as he decides enough games and being playful can only go so far... his next kiss is sure, purposeful and real. He hums against her mouth, the warmth of her body, blood singing beneath her pulse...]

[_fredless]

[A gentleman.

Fred might've had something relatively witty to say on the topic -- after all, she's always fairly well-stocked with words as they go -- except they always seem to leave her for a while when Damon does that. Which is kiss her quiet, sending an insistent pressure to the back of her knees. She simply folds into him that much more, tilting her face towards the kiss.

Between the door and Damon? Fred knows which one she prefers]

[a_fatalist]

[sensing her falter, amusement there? Damon chuckles briefly into the kiss, and when she folds into him so willingly, he lifts her up against his body, flush. Hips pressing hard into her as he lets her legs wrap about his waist and tugs her back, pressing her down.

Floor, because he can't wait... but his hands cradle her as he almost tears away her clothes, fangs grazing her neck softly... He won't pierce her, but the element of danger is there.. he likes the jump in her breathing a lot when he does this...] Mm... pretty, delicate Fred.

[_fredless]

[Her breath hitches as his fangs graze her throat, the reaction inevitably bringing her closer. All those years ago, in her infatuation with Angel she never once let her mind fully consider the realities of this.

Of course, she's had her full share of an education now...

The trip to the floor took seconds at best, and Fred is well and lost in the sensations illicited by their tumble down from there to here when his words jerk her forward in nearly the same way as his teeth. 'Pretty' she can't take objection to. But delicate?

Fred's survived far, far too many things in her time -- including him -- to ever be delicate again. If she ever truly way. And even more? She knows that Damon knows better.

Still, she sets out to remind him, hips lifting up to grind flush against his own even as she begins to tug at his shirt]