@cometpriincee thank you sm!!! i’m glad you’re enjoying my blog (muscles emoji)
as for wingless pap, it’s something that happens sometimes! just like gecko doesn’t have a long tongue like a regular cameleon would have, some monsters don’t have some of the “characteristic” their specie has! (also if you were wondering, hazel has lil wings under her shirt!)
She’s drunk off her ass and she’s attempting to dance, because three-drink-Katie, loves to dance. She’s been swaying to the beat of country songs, that are playing from some car in the parking lot, with Richie for thirty minutes, when he finally convinces her to take a break.
He makes her sit down on car’s bummer. “You need some water.” Richie hands her the bottle and she takes a long drink. He wipes off the makeup, that she somehow got on his glasses, on his shirt and asks Seth, “You got her? I need to…”
“I got her, go.” Seth waves his brother off, not wanting to hear about his dinner plans.
“I got me.” Kate interjects as she jumps to her feet. She stumbles a little and Seth’s immediately at her side wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her.
“Careful, moving’s complicated right now, Princess.” He chuckles.
Kate snakes her arms around his neck and presses herself against him. “Dance with me.”
He doesn’t push her away, but he stays stock still. “I don’t dance.”
“It’s my ball.” She pouts her pretty pink lower lip at him.
“Ball? What you takin’ about?” He’s pretty sure she’s just drunk-talking nonsense now.
“I’m the princess, there’s music and you’re my prince.” Her green eyes are shimmery from the alcohol haze. “Please, dance with me, Seth.”
He complies because, really, he doesn’t tell her ‘no;’ and rationalizes it with the thought that arguing will just rile her up.
They sway, she stumbles, he keeps her on feet, and finally she sighs resting her head on his chest. He looks down at her, “You gettin’ tired?”
She nods against him and yawns, in the annoyingly cute, puppy-dog way that she does when she’s wasted.
“Let’s get you in bed before you turn into a pumpkin.”
He leads her into the darkness of the hotel room, helps her out of top layer of clothes and into her sleep shirt and shorts. She lays down without complaint and is asleep before he can count to ten.
He thinks about going back out on the patio/sidewalk area in front of the room, but decides against it. He ops to sit next to her on the bed and read the crime novel she’s been enthralled with for three days.
Richie finds them entwined when he comes in later that night. He doesn’t say a word, just snaps a few pictures and laughs to himself about how a little church-girl has Seth Gecko wrapped around her little finger.
This is fluffy and pointless. Thanks for reading. Love to my Loves.
here is the follow up to the bit i posted earlier! thanks so much for the positive reception! I’ll be posting the whole thing on ao3 (waterfront) in a jiffy :)
It was an obvious question. Unless Richie had been turned into a tiny girl with flintlocks for eyes, there was a lot to be answered for. Seth set down his coffee and watched his uncle buttered his morning toast.
“Dunno. We’ve separated.”
Eddie snorted and added a layer of raspberry jam. “How’s that working out for you?”