Troubadour of Death

So why care for these petty obsessions!
Your designer heart still beats
With common blood.
And what if you could have
Genetic perfection!
Would you change who you are
If you could?

Friendly neighborhood zydrate-dealing street rat at your service.
(formerly the-grave-robber)

About

littlebluevialrelief:

[Perhaps this is the part of him she likes so much, the demure side

Puling on her clothing, she steps out from behind the wall, the towel now drying off her luscious locks.]

I’m all done. Want to get some dinner?

[Without thinking, Elise tugged him closer by the lapels, and almost all in one motion, those plump lips hovered over his, standing on tiptoes to gently press her lips to his. 
The kiss was brief, and left her feeling idiotic as she sprang away like a daisy pulled too tight, leaving him as she coughed a few times, starting off in the direction of the cafe.]

Good to be back, tiger.

[He turns his head back just in time to catch that last bit of her uttered question while actually… well, standing on his own, one supposed. For in the next moment, her smaller hands were on the lapels of his coat, pulling him into her smaller form.

Just like that, the woman’s lips are on his painted ones, lingering there for maybe a few seconds. Briefly. Almost sheepishly. But nonetheless, gently, affectionately.
It left him just slightly… stunned as she pulled back. Maybe also remaining with open mouth for a few moments, staring at her a little dopily, half disappointed it ended so quickly.]

…heh.

[Clearing this throat too, though barely helping a more sly smile from crawling onto the very lips she just kissed, he shrugs, following her.]

Nice to have you back, kitten.

littlebluevialrelief:

[A slight pout forms on her lips, but without another word, she turns her back to him, dropping the towel as she reaches for the spare pair of jeans and black tee-shirt hanging over the half-demolished wall.]

You are lucky, handsome.
Gimme a second, and don’t peek~.

[Doesn’t even try to conceal his eye roll, sliding both hands into the pockets of the long, fairly trademark coat that should really a bit too warm to wear now, and scoffs.]

There is a fine line between peeking, and not looking away, kitty.

[He almost sings out that line, though turns his head away in spite of the teasing. All things considered, a part of Graverobber still remained somewhat of a gentleman, and thus, leering was not appropriate.
Just look at this drug dealer’s priorities, huh.]

littlebluevialrelief:

theglowdealer:

Mhm-hmmm.

I don’t see the problem. This look suits you.

[An arch of the eyebrow, toying with the towel. It’s a shame they were standing in the middle of the alleyway.]

Really now?
It’s a shame we’re in such a public venue, perhaps the towel would be unnecessary.

[Ah yes, quite awful indeed. Funny predicament, really. She was more or less in luck that this alley was one of the less crowded ones.
His eyebrow followed riiight after, arching upwards as a smirk crawled onto the dark lips.]

Oh, I know. It is heartwrenching.
I do hope you have spare clothes stashed somewhere, because I still am not lending you my pants.

littlebluevialrelief:

theglowdealer:

Ah, ah! They’d look all baggy on you, dearest.

Whatever would you need them for.

Why, to cover myself up with of course.
Or have you already forgotten that I’m in just a towel?

Mhm-hmmm.
I don’t see the problem. This look suits you.

Anonymous said:

What would you do if an old lady ran up to you and hit you across the face with her handbag for selling Zydrate to her Granddaughter?

littlebluevialrelief:

Oh, Mr. Wolf, I can be very possessive of a great many number of things. 

Perhaps your pants then? 

Ah, ah! They’d look all baggy on you, dearest.
Whatever would you need them for.