Lin wore little else aside from boxer shorts and a thin white tank top. He hadn’t shaved in two days and his hair wasn’t even brushed. A strange state to be in, a very human state to be in, but he had to relax some time and embrace the comfort of laziness. The witch’s bed was horribly undone, he sat propped against two pillows, watching the television with mild disinterest. He had a cigarette in one hand, and in the other a spoon. A half eaten cup of Ben and Jerry’s tucked between crossed legs.
Where Katherine was he had no clue. She probably didn’t expect him to take advantage of her household after their midnight rendezvous, and neither did he to be perfectly honest. But the looming apocalypse was taking a toll on the demon. With the constant lies and sneaking around and the nearly getting his head chopped off twice by the same goddamn hunter, well. He needed to rest in a place he knew only one person could harm him.
The front door opened, and she must have sensed his presence. Drawing in the smoke from the cigarette, Lin perked up, turning towards the bedroom door. “You should join me for ice cream.” He called out, sounding as nonchalant as he could despite the domesticity of his request.
There were few things Katherine expected to find in her home upon her return. She expected to find her home empty as usual, save for the one or two cats that always hung about. Maybe another letter from a certain relative would have arrived, which she would gleefully tear up into pieces before setting it on fire. What she had not expected was to find the Lin still there, though in retrospect she had never kicked him out. Yet she could sense him the moment she stepped through the front doorway as she kicked off her shoes in the hall.
The very last thing she expected was to find him sitting on her bed looking like he had no intention of moving. In fact it left her a little speechless, not a common thing for the Witch to be. The expression on her face could be considered a little bit comical as she took in the odd sight. Honestly she had expected him to leave long before she returned, but it seemed instead he had decided to raid her fridge and make himself at home.
“Well how could I refuse such an eloquent invitation?” The Witch looked as though she was trying not to laugh, just a little bit, the corners of her eyes crinkling. She couldn’t help it, it was funny, a Demon sitting in her bed offering ice cream, well there was a joke there somewhere. A smirk crossed her face as she joined him on her bed, tucking her legs up under her.
“Just one thing,” quick as a snake she snatched the cigarette from his hand, still smirking as she pressed the burning tip to the skin of his leg putting it out effectively.
“There is no smoking in my bed.”
Going to bed before I make any other bad decisions, like try to write more.
Currently I owe:
And that’s it.
If I may, I’d like to give a shout out to the-gunmaker. They are by far one of the best OCs to grace the BioShock RP community. Their canon, style, and ideas are consistently marvelous. And, the mod is a big ol’ sweetheart.
But imagine your otp and Person A is a kinda fumbly new detective and Person B is a criminal that pulls off amazing heists and crimes and has incredible showmanship and the two of them skirt around and go on dates while quietly avoiding that they know about the others job
if you don’t like my starter or my reply and it doesn’t jive or something, seriously tell me. same with my character or my writing in general. i can take it. critique is healthy. i’m not perfect and i can’t improve if people just tell me i’m fantastic all the time. while i appreciate nice words and i do want them if i’ve earned them, i need more than that. if you’re too nervous to tell me, then just send it anonymously. i know what critique is.
- Raise the dead
- Overthrow a nation
- Destroy a hero base of operations
- Poison a neighboring town’s water supply
- Summon demons