[It's cold. It's raw. And McGillis Fareed is, most definitely, not having a good time.
Kidnapping was one thing; interrupting his plans was another, and it's only after a great deal of grumbling that he manages to find shelter in the form of a dilapidated building. Falling apart, just like the man in question, who huddles in the corner and hoards his blanket as if it's his last salvation. And it very well might be.
Should you decide to approach this surly looking individual, he glares daggers and tells you:]
Go get your own.
[Seems somebody never learned to share. But maybe he'll relent if you pester him a bit... or maybe he won't. Snakes do tend to bite when cornered, after all.]
ii. obligatory texting thread.
[Your device beeps with a flurry of messages. None are friendly, arriving rapid fire, one after another.]
Explain yourself.
Why are you soliciting me with sex?
I have no interest in your eggplant.
Revoke it at once.
Or I'll revoke you.
[A case of mistaken identity? Perhaps, but he won't let up until you reply. Enjoy McGillis lighting up your inbox with all the anger of a rampaging beast.]
iii. that's a bingo.
[Well, trying to muscle his way past the bodyguards didn't work. Take a gentler approach, they said. Love your neighbor, they insisted. Which just earns a doubtful sigh from McGillis, who tracks down the nearest "neighbor" to fulfill the task. Because he's got places to be, and worlds to reform, and you happen to be on the menu. He pulls up his card and orders you thus:]
Assist me with this card. So I can get back to business.
[There's a variety of choices, and although McGillis was a pushy man on his best days, he won't force anything on anyone. If you refuse, he'll try to peek at your card instead, solely for the sake of biting commentary. He's also smirking like the biggest and broadest of assholes, just to rub it in.]
How distasteful. You really should be ashamed of something so debased.
[The nerve! The audacity! You're not going to let him get away with that, are you?]
iv. wildcard.
[Hit me with whatever you've got! Happy to workshop any ideas.]
(( Relevant information and permissions, along with an opt-out for sensitive content. Feel free to pick anything off my "yes" or "maybe" list for the kink prompts; I love to chat and I'm happy to plot this out too. M/M only for smut, but open to all for everything else! Bring me your men, your women, and everything in between. ))
mcgillis fareed | iron blooded orphans
[It's cold. It's raw. And McGillis Fareed is, most definitely, not having a good time.
Kidnapping was one thing; interrupting his plans was another, and it's only after a great deal of grumbling that he manages to find shelter in the form of a dilapidated building. Falling apart, just like the man in question, who huddles in the corner and hoards his blanket as if it's his last salvation. And it very well might be.
Should you decide to approach this surly looking individual, he glares daggers and tells you:]
Go get your own.
[Seems somebody never learned to share. But maybe he'll relent if you pester him a bit... or maybe he won't. Snakes do tend to bite when cornered, after all.]
ii. obligatory texting thread.
[Your device beeps with a flurry of messages. None are friendly, arriving rapid fire, one after another.]
Explain yourself.
Why are you soliciting me with sex?
I have no interest in your eggplant.
Revoke it at once.
Or I'll revoke you.
[A case of mistaken identity? Perhaps, but he won't let up until you reply. Enjoy McGillis lighting up your inbox with all the anger of a rampaging beast.]
iii. that's a bingo.
[Well, trying to muscle his way past the bodyguards didn't work. Take a gentler approach, they said. Love your neighbor, they insisted. Which just earns a doubtful sigh from McGillis, who tracks down the nearest "neighbor" to fulfill the task. Because he's got places to be, and worlds to reform, and you happen to be on the menu. He pulls up his card and orders you thus:]
Assist me with this card. So I can get back to business.
[There's a variety of choices, and although McGillis was a pushy man on his best days, he won't force anything on anyone. If you refuse, he'll try to peek at your card instead, solely for the sake of biting commentary. He's also smirking like the biggest and broadest of assholes, just to rub it in.]
How distasteful. You really should be ashamed of something so debased.
[The nerve! The audacity! You're not going to let him get away with that, are you?]
iv. wildcard.
[Hit me with whatever you've got! Happy to workshop any ideas.]
(( Relevant information and permissions, along with an opt-out for sensitive content. Feel free to pick anything off my "yes" or "maybe" list for the kink prompts; I love to chat and I'm happy to plot this out too. M/M only for smut, but open to all for everything else! Bring me your men, your women, and everything in between. ))