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strangetrip2017-02-13 10:19 pm
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Entry tags:
- # inn-world: valentine's day,
- alex kane,
- angua von uberwald,
- caroline forbes,
- constance bonacieux d'artagnan,
- dean winchester,
- dorothy williams,
- henry winchester,
- ignis scientia,
- jack robinson,
- kitty pryde,
- lara croft,
- lindsey mcdonald,
- molly carpenter,
- qui-gon jinn,
- river song,
- river tam,
- sam winchester,
- sansa stark,
- snow white,
- stephanie brown,
- vax'ildan,
- wyatt logan,
- yasmeen
[GP] Shoot that poison arrow
None of the guests noticed when the spiky-haired man-child in jeans and purple t-shirt, wrists wrapped in cheap leather and metal bracelets, arrived at the Madonna Inn a few hours before midnight on February 13. That, in itself, wasn't all that surprising. Eros, otherwise known as Danny Valentine, had millennia of experience doing his job without being spotted.
What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.
Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.
At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.
No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.
What was surprising was that the dude at the front desk did see him. Tall and Nondescript waved him over and then gave him a room number 'in case you wanted to rest'. But Danny didn't.
Want to, or rest. He spent the time before the clock struck midnight polishing his love gun. Not like that. He'd find a girl to spend his nameday with. He always did. No, this little beauty was made by Hephaestus himself. It shot love darts that disappeared on contact.
At midnight, kitted out with more love darts than there were people in this pink and gold monstrosity, Danny left his room and shot the first person he saw--and didn't wait to see what would happen.
No point getting a slow start. He had a lot of work to do.
Re: Daytime meetings
Sam scowled at the ground and then glanced up again to look at her. "I'm not the kind of guy that people suddenly want to kiss. Dean, maybe, but not me." It wasn't self-pitying or anything. Just true. Women threw themselves at Dean. They tended to need a little time to get to know him first. "If you wanted me, you'd probably know."
Shrugging, Sam tucked his hands in his pockets. "If you still want this when whatever this is passes, we can pick it up where we left off."
Re: Daytime meetings
"I didn't want to kiss him," she said.
It wasn't helping, not looking at him. She still knew he was there. "Can you just go? I'll... come apologize later or whatever."
Re: Daytime meetings
But since she'd asked him to go, he didn't wait for a response before he gave her a little smile and left.