truevikingericnorthman:

littlelionjess replied to your post: I don’t think I can dumb it down much further, my hick only goes so far. Maybe you can ask Cheeto to translate.

Excuse me but I’m not a hick.

I never said you were…

No, your progeny did.

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i-just-wanted-some-pie:

littlelionjess:

Her palms came to rest on her hips as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “Cute, really. But see, it’s not really funny anymore. Call me spoiled but,” she met him face to face, her smirk remaining as she rested her palms on his shoulders and brought her knee to his stomach with all the power she’d been missing, “I don’t like when people touch what’s mine.”

    It were as if the knee she drove into his stomach was like that of a hammer being thrown full force. The air was knocked out of him, I don’t like when people touch what’s mine was what he heard last before slipping back up, his eyes absent of those big ol’ blues— just blank canvases, slanted with anger.
     An ancient and feral anger, at that. The primitive ire that stirred deep within Victor
         (and others like him)
    bled through his gnashing, thick, ivory canines jutting from his salivated gums, his claws grew with that hauntingly stretched shlick sound while his neck tilted to one side to let out a sickly crack as the juncture of it and his shoulder let loose.
    “Y’an’ I both know y’been havin’ this comin’ t’ya fer awhile now, darlin’…” And without hesitance in his stride, what seemed to be a lion’s roar, was wrung from his lips as he brought his forearm below her chin and pinned her to the car he dented earlier in the beginning of their rendezvous. Left hand raised and claws at the ready, the decision of whether or not to swipe at her face lingered before it was decided. 

She steadied herself on her feet as she waited for his strike. Jessica knew what she was getting herself into, but it was really only now that she could do it. Now was the only time she’d be able to rebound from the man’s hits. Her fangs remained bared, as she watched, waited.

There was a small part of her that doubted her decision as his eyes met hers, but her pride and her wrath squelched the worry as he came at her. Years of being tossed around had taught her to go with the blows and so she flew easily under his force, a small squeak the only protest to his forearm against her windpipe. Thank God I don’t have to breathe. ”Aw— Come on…” she shifted slightly beneath his hold, her knees easing up along the sides of the beast, “You don’t wanna mess up this pretty face.”

As she grit out her final word the soles of her shoes pressed up against his torso, effectively kicking him off of her and in the blink of an eye she was off of the car and ready again, her smirk returning, “Did I sense a little hesitation, Victor?”

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sleepingineternaldarkness:

littlelionjess:

sleepingineternaldarkness replied to your post: Jessica? Jessica?

Oh, ok. I may need your help.

What can I do you for?

I need somewhere to hide.

I’ve got a spare room you can use, if you still need it.

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truevikingericnorthman:

littlelionjess:

truevikingericnorthman:

She knows better than that.  She also knows my temper and that I have a tendency to…Jump the gun. I’m hotheaded like you are.

Oh no. 

She’s following your example. Have you not noticed in the smallest of ways, she has been jumping into trouble just in similar ways as you? Yes, you are hotheaded like me, but you are the female she looks up to. You need to be aware you jumping into danger allows her the idea she can too. It’s different with me. I am the father figure. I am to be seen as the knight in shining armor to an eight year old.

I had realized I could better be ready for parenting and grandparenting with guidance books.

You realize she’s not just an eight year old? Believe it or not, Creed actually got me thinkin’. Do we coddle her too much? Treat her too much like the child she is physically even though mentally shes older than me? 

I…Lord you’re really takin’ Emily seriously, aren’t you?

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sleepingineternaldarkness replied to your post: Jessica? Jessica?

Oh, ok. I may need your help.

What can I do you for?

fucking-sookeh:

littlelionjess:

fucking-sookeh:

littlelionjess:

Sorry…

OOC: Got hit with the limit?

// Yup.

OOC: You are the third person. I wonder what put you over the limit.

// I was posting consistently up to 4am, I have a feeling that did it.

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fucking-sookeh:

littlelionjess:

Sorry…

OOC: Got hit with the limit?

// Yup.

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truevikingericnorthman:

littlelionjess:

truevikingericnorthman:

Glad we are on the same page then. Behave yourself.

No.

I don’t think I heard you right…I believe that was a ‘yes Poppa’? I’m correct right?

Actually that was a “No”

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truevikingericnorthman:

littlelionjess:

truevikingericnorthman:

littlelionjess:

truevikingericnorthman:

I was gonna handle it!

Well, I did instead. Stop putting yourself in harms way. You aren’t the parent. You’re the child. It’s my job to take care of you and Svetlana. It is your job to make crafts, love each other and do….girl things…

Enforcin’ gender roles, huh? I can take care of myself for right now, I’m not human I can handle it!

I don’t want you to handle it. It’s not gender roles. It’s parental roles. I’m the parent. You are the child and you are the only female role model that Svetlana has. If you jump into trouble, she’ll follow your example. Common sense.

…I may or may not have been reading parental guidance books…

She knows better than that.  She also knows my temper and that I have a tendency to…Jump the gun. I’m hotheaded like you are.

Oh no. 

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