Hacker of computers, caretaker of Jane Foster, BFF's with Princes of Asgard and a boss ass bitch with a taser. [[ indie mcu roleplay blog for Darcy Lewis. Secondary blog. ]]
He watched the oddness transpire right before his very eyes, keeping the mortal’s eye-contact when knowing In the back of his mind he truly shouldn’t. The purring noise she emitted created a stir dangerously close to his groin, along with the devious smile on her criminally full lips that all too clearly suggested she was doing this on purpose made a shadow cloud his features, cursing himself for allowing her to distract him so. “Hardly.”
The clone responded wholeheartedly to Darcy’s enjoyment, brushing the shell of her ear with his lips. It served to draw the line for the Prince of Deceit, flourishing a hand and prompting the duplicate to disappear In a flurry of emerald.
“Johnlock?” He questioned, but decided to press later on. A single step forwards was taken at the amusement on her features, emeralds darkening a shade at the wink. “I have a few guesses, mortal…That Is, if I were feeling generous enough to return the favor.”
Her loud laughter could easily be contagious. “In large, bold letters.”
she was forced to bite her lip to keep the laughter in. his tone made him sound like he was attempting to hide something. although she had bitten back laughter, amusement was still as clear as day on her face. just as she was exposing her neck a bit more and arching her back slightly, the clone disappeared. she barely caught her balance on time but did manage to stay on her feet after a few wobbles. ‘ fuck you, man. i took dance lessons when i was younger. ‘
her middle finger with her sharply pointed nail was showed to him before both hands were placed on her hips. ‘ just ‘cause you were jealous. ‘ she held her chin high and poked her tongue out at him again. ‘ but y’know, you could’ve just said something ‘cause, trust me, i was not gonna end up having sex with your clone. ‘
‘ ooohhh! there’s that loki being a generous lover again. but then again…i don’t see you getting on your knees for me because you’re on earth. so. conclusion: generous lover my ass. ‘
she then snorted. ‘ let me guess: in those large bold letters you could only get my initials on it? ‘