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[one_atatime]

Thank you, Black Count, for tending to me today. How ever shall I repay you for your kindness~?

Last night certainly was intresting. Maybe Smeething is right? I need a new choker.

[ooc: As if it wasn't already obvious from the other pan crew posts, Tink is a prostitute xD TIS FUN. Strikes oh SO deleted. Yeah, Peter attacked her last night.

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[all_butone]

That necklace was overrated~

[b_q_smee]

In a beat of your small little h e a r t ~ ♥

[all_butone]

No one is stopping you.

[b_q_smee]

*approaches him slowly, eyes darkening from brown to black as the hair on his neck raises*

You'd do WELL to listen to me, boy

[all_butone]

[arches a brow and looks rather apathetic at the death threat really]

Would I?

[b_q_smee]

*smirks, sinisterly, the ends of his ponytail starting to flutter in an invisible wind*

Indeed~~♥

[all_butone]

[leans forward with a slow, almost seductive smile, speaking in an intimate whisper]

Be not so long to speak, I long to die.

[ironhook]

Shakespeare.

[cue jas behind peter and speaking into his ear]

[all_butone]

And it's the priest's line~
Juliet demands an answer.

[to which peter will close his eyes and look for all the world as if he is NOT sandwiched between to vampires that could kill him in .2 seconds.]

[b_q_smee]

*smirks and decides to oblige, just for the Hell of it*

I do spy a kind of hope, which craves as desperate an execution as that is desperate which we would prevent.

*lifts a hand, cupping the boy's chin*

[ironhook]

[not touching him yet, just BREATHING against his ear]

Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That copest with death himself to scape from it:
And, if thou darest...

[and here, his fingers brush aside his hair before trailing down and gripping his hip]

...I'll give thee remedy.

[all_butone]

[stays still and soft and pliant while Smee lifts his chin, and offers not even the slightest reaction at the breath in his ear- disconnected but not wooed.]

Or bid me go into a new-made grave
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;

And I will do it without fear or doubt.

[b_q_smee]

*smirks, brushing his thumb over the boy's bottom lip in a gentle caress*

Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
And this distilling liquor drink thou off;
When presently through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humor; for no pulse
Shall keep his native progress, but surcease;
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livist;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To wanny ashes, thy eyes' windows fall
Like death when he shuts up the day of life;
Each part, deprived of supple government;
Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death;
And in this burrowed likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt continue two-and-forty hours;
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.

[ironhook]

And this shall free thee from this present shame;

[the other hand also going to his hip]

If no inconstant toy,

[pressing against his back]

nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour...

[mouth open, exhaling against his neck before speaking against his skin]

...in the acting it.

[all_butone]

[voice is soft, leaning forward enough that his mouth almost brushes Smee's when he speaks]

Give me, give me.

[leans back, body almost arching, straightening and looking forward with half-lidded eyes and the hint of a smile.]

Tell not me of fear.

[b_q_smee]

*breathes against Peter's lips, but doesn't move any closer*

....Get thee to bed, and rest~♥ Thou has need~♥