ᴀsᴍᴏᴅᴇᴜs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟᴜsᴛ. (ex_whoring777) wrote in monstermatch, @ 2016-03-11 12:09:00 |
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Blair was relatively certain that he had much more game than he was currently exhibiting with Noelle. He had, after all, managed quite decently up to now as an incubus and the truth was that you simply couldn't be an incubus if you couldn't get somebody into bed.
Maybe the stumbling was because he genuinely quite liked Noelle. You know. Deep down. Under the miles and miles of emotional bedrock, in the mushy core of Planet Blair.
He liked her well enough to let her call him Lindy, a distinction reserved for only three people alive. Mathias, his sister, and now Noelle. It was a small and exclusive sort of thing, but one which he doubted would be understood. He didn't have many close people anyway.
He arrived a few minutes early, and waited until precisely the time of. Punctuality was important to Blair; nothing happened off-schedule. Or, rather, nothing happened late. He was perfectly accepting of the fact that the world would continue to confound him with unforeseen circumstances. He'd come to terms.
Taking a deep breath, Blair faced her door. He looked down at his attire: jeans and knee-high black riding boots, a white t-shirt, and a red-and-black checker button-down worn lose over the t-shirt. Acceptable, nothing too fancy and... definitely not a kilt. Yeah. Okay. He took another breath and knocked on the door.
This was gonna go great. He wasn't even a little nervous. (Was he? No. Right?)