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Picture Prompt Meme

the picture prompt meme
I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.
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[And yet... here he was, with her on his lap and feeling like if Henry lay a finger on her again, he'd rip it off and-- well. He'd do things that he'd best not get caught doing while he was on earth instead of back home.]
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You really don't think you'll get jealous if I go back over there tonight? To apologize for how possessive my husband is and ask if he'd like to have a drink together?
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Funny, Detective, but I doubt those morals of yours would allow you to let one of your suspects get his hands all over you, even if only to rub it in my face. You want me, denial or not, and that took serious persuasion on my part. If you went over, it would only be to... what, test me? Do you really want to hinge your case on whether or not I'm susceptible to human emotions?
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I didn't say anything about letting him get his hands all over me. I could just go over there to talk to him. To tell him about you. How much control you insist on having, how you work such long hours, how you get me expensive gifts to make up for how little time we spend together. That I suspect you're sleeping with some woman in your office and that's why you work into the night sometimes.
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[ She rolled her eyes at the threat of tearing Henry's head off, shaking her head. ]
You're not going to be here if he tries anything.
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Though, probably not. Maybe. Maze is still rather mother-henny over me and if I can bleed, perhaps I can die. Wouldn't that be a laugh? The devil winding up waiting to go to hell.
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Don't be an idiot. I think a lot of things about you, but I don't want you dead. I'd like to think that's clear by now.
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You're attractive and you have moments where you're not a complete ass. That night was... [ she paused as she really thought about it, a quiet huff coming out before she continued ] It was weakness and I was hoping to get you out of my system, just like I thought it would get me out of yours. I didn't think doing it again was going to come up before you got bored and moved on.
If I thought about things the same way you do then just a fling would be fine, but I don't. And I don't understand is why you're so stuck on me when all you want is sex and you've made it clear that you can get that from any woman you want.
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Don't go...
[She did that. Got him all mixed up inside, then left him to mull over it alone. He'd come to the conclusion that he didn't enjoy it. He'd rather mull over it with her. He enjoyed her as a sounding board as much as he enjoyed her for other things.
But he did hear her, even if he didn't fully understand all these feelings flying around everywhere.]
You said you thought it would get me out of your system. Am I to understand it hasn't?
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No, it hasn't. It's hard to get you out of my system when I have to spend so much time with you.
[ Just having him as her partner was bad enough for that. Living with him for days was doing even less to help. ]
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[Of course, he had no idea that oftentimes, familiarity bred a different sort of need -- proven by his surprise at Carver's inability to shake his 'love' after months.]
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Did you listen to anything else I said?
[ Once she put some distance between them, she turned to face him again. ]
You have flings, Lucifer. I don't. I'm not sleeping with you again because I don't want to get attached to you. Why would I do that to myself?
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Because you want to. You say fling like it's a dirty word, Detective. It's not. It's part of having fun, of enjoying this small flicker of time you have in this world before you're taken from it. Why are some of you so very adverse to enjoying what you have?
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You're still not listening. All you're hearing is that you're still under my skin and you think more sex is the way to fix that. It might surprise you, but sometimes emotions are a thing when people are that close.
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So tell me about it. Make me understand, Chloe. Why is it that the devil, who's gone thousands of years without feeling much more than amusement, is suddenly having an existential crisis that you seem to be in the center of?
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You can't expect me to answer something like that. And if I could make you understand, I would. But I don't know what to say to make you get it.
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[He took another step, closing the distance, an intensity in his eyes as he tried so very hard to understand what it was she thought he couldn't.]
I'm not used to feeling... well, to feeling, and yet here I am, second guessing myself, talking to a therapist, and chasing you. You make me feel a fool half the time. You turn me down. You insult me. And yet for some inane reason, it make me want you more.
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[ She stared up at him as he spoke, taking it in. Then she shook her head again. ]
No. I'm not going to be your first venture into feelings that go deeper than lust. You've already said you don't do relationships and that's what feelings lead to, Lucifer. You're not used to having anyone push back and that's the only thing that's making you want more.
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[ There was surprise at that, though there shouldn't have been. It was logical that he would've been turned down by other people before her. ]
I'm not something to look forward to, no.
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[He let out an exasperated sound, his hand holding hers moving so that his fingers tried to fit through hers.]
But you are, Detective. Wondering what will happen around you is a constant state of pleasure for me. Even getting shot was worth it. You've no idea what millennium of the same old things can do to a body. You offer me new things. New experiences. New sensations. You make me want...
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