11calls: Walking in mist is a bad idea, Alex. (Default)
Alex Reagan ([personal profile] 11calls) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2018-05-06 05:39 pm

Open post for May.

who: Alex Reagan and Open
what: May normal stuff, plus mingle stuff and possibly sickness plotting stuff.
when: Month of May!
where: All over Riverview.
warnings: Possible illness stuff, shippy stuff.

nobasisinfact: (81)

[personal profile] nobasisinfact 2018-06-08 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He smirked slightly. Richard knew exactly what Alex meant, but tormenting her was far more enjoyable than telling her how endearing it was. In fact, he would go to lengths to make sure that she didn't know just how charming he actually thought it was.

He doubted Coralee would have done something so silly, she was, without a doubt, a far more logical woman than Alex. One who could apparently easily leave her family without looking back. The fact of it would never cease to sting him to the core, but he didn't want to think about Coralee right now. Not when he had Alex in his arms. Even if not doing so would always be a struggle. Coralee had been a part of his life, his soul, for over twenty years after her disappearance. She was a large part of the reason he was the man he'd become.

He flicked back to her friendr profile and smirked.]


Very clear of you.
Edited 2018-06-08 02:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nobasisinfact 2018-06-30 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Richard resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her prodding, at least until the second elbow to the ribs. then he rolled his eyes. Alex was, beyond a doubt, the most insistent and irritating woman he had ever met. That was including his Charlie, up to the point where she decided it was better not to have him in her life.

Even so, he knew he was more stubborn than her - most of the time. There was a battle of wills that worked between them that was tantamount to flirting for them, and, if he were frank, he relished it with a joy he hadn't felt in years. Her faces and tone was always a joy to watch come from her. The look of frustration was always just the beginning before it slowly dawned on her what he was doing. Then came the smirk that matched his own and, soon after, the battle of wills.

Fighting with Alex was, for Richard, almost like foreplay.

So he sighed lightly and looked over the friendr again before shaking his head and hooking it back over her shoulder.]


It's concise, at least.