› FIRST TOUCH PROMPTS → receiver to sender (pt. 2) … espionage / spy / romance inspired.
brushing hair behind their ear
hands grazing while reaching for the same object
catching them by the waist
sliding a hand over their holster while checking for weapons
tending to a gunshot wound in silence
brushing fingers over their pulse to check they’re alive
pinning them against the wall to keep quiet
wiping blood or sweat from their brow
gripping their hand tight during an interrogation
pulling them behind cover with a firm grasp
lifting their chin to check for signs of life
steadying them after a sudden explosion or attack
wrapping a scarf or cloth around their neck for disguise
touching their lips to silence them
brushing past them in disguise, pretending not to know them
adjusting their cufflink or watch mid-mission
helping them out of a tactical vest
gripping their wrist before they walk into danger
holding their face after a close call
brushing dirt or ash from their cheek gently
sneaking a hand under the table to reassure
linking arms to pass as a couple
tracing a fresh scar with careful fingers
pulling them close while hiding in shadows
fixing their earpiece, lips inches apart
pushing hair away to whisper a secret
pressing a hand to their chest to feel their heartbeat
zipping up their suit slowly, lingering at the collar
wiping a cut on their cheek with a thumb
lacing fingers together before parting ways
touching their face to make sure they’re real
grabbing the back of their shirt to stop them
brushing a hidden note into their hand
tapping their knee under the table for reassurance
laying a head on their shoulder after a long mission
cupping their jaw while patching them up
gripping their coat lapel to make a point
letting their fingers linger after handing over intel
holding their gaze while adjusting their glasses
brushing off shards of glass from their back
wrapping arms around them after a near-death moment
trailing fingers down their spine to check for wounds
sliding their hand over theirs in a tense car ride
resting a hand on their thigh mid-interrogation
pulling a splinter or wire from their skin
grazing their fingers while sharing a burner phone
tilting their chin up with two fingers to meet their eyes
tugging gently on their jacket to stop them from leaving
laying a hand over their heart after a confession
smoothing their collar after a close encounter
letting their fingers linger on a fresh bruise
catching their wrist as they reach for their gun
leaning forehead to forehead behind enemy lines
pressing a palm to their back before a mission
brushing off flecks of blood after a takedown
squeezing their hand before going separate ways
resting a palm on their chest during a rare moment of quiet
helping them out of a disguise, brushing hands often
letting their hand hover before finally touching
Sesame, who transcends time and space, is here to viciously and vigorously slap this new person into the depths of oblivion
❝ Woaaaaah there, lil guy. What's wrong? Hey now, it's alright. No need to throw those paws 'round here. ❞
The vet remains standing still, a hand on his hip, and he watches the feline swipe at him with ferocity and agitation. Ifa blinks his teal eyes, feeling no need to scold, correct, or stop the cat. He allows Sesame to get it out of his system before taking a knee and meeting Sesame on the same level.
❝ Hmmm, I see. Gotta show ‘em you ain’t one to mess with, huh? Always gotta fend for yourself. That's alright. Here, I'm no bad guy, alright? ❞ Ifa offers a feline puree stick to Sesame. Cats love to lick those.
❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞ \ clenches fist , ororon
It is late at night and Ifa was invited for dinner at Ororon's place. The two Natlan warriors are still seated at the table after the delicious meal was done and they idly chat, having coffee and cookies.
Ifa made himself comfortable prior to the meal, his white coat hanging on the back of the chair and he removed his gloves. His hat is flipped over on his lap and Cacucu has nested inside the cowboy hat, sleeping soundly with a tummy full of food.
Ifa has an elbow on the table and rests his chin in his palm, his other hand gently and sweetly petting over Cacucu's feathery head as the qucusaur sleeps.
Cacucu almost never knocks out when visiting Ororon. Those two are always buzzing with energy and they genuinely enjoy each other's company, but the Tlalocan vet and his assistant had quite the busy day at the clinic and Ifa doesn't mind Cacucu snoozing away inside his hat. After the chaos of today, Cacucu deserves to rest.
Ifa continues to listen to Ororon's stories and tales while petting Cacucu's head. A smile soon spreads over his bronze features in this peaceful and perfect moment. A soft and fond smile; a smile that is equally exhausted, but warm and full.
Cacucu has been with Ifa through the thick of it all, through hell and high water, and still he remains by Ifa. Cacucu is such a good and wonderful companion. Ifa feels so grateful, his heart swelling with love and …
Ororon says something odd again and it pulls Ifa from his thoughts.
❝ My what? ❞ Ifa blinks at Ororon. His smile? Did Ororon compliment his smile?
Ifa chuckles nervously and feels the warmth in his heart rush to his cheeks.
❝ Nah, I'd just … we had a long day and we're tired, dude. I should get going. I gotta get this little guy to bed anyhow. Th-thanks, though … for dinner! ❞
hands cacucu a machine gun
❝ Sorry bro, but I don't think those talons can hold that gun. I appreciate it though. We at the Flower-Feather Clan have tried to arm Qucusaurs before in the past, but they have their own natural ways to defend themselves so there's no need to give these dudes guns. ❞
“Seriously! Seriously!” Cacucu squawks out.
❝ Qucusaurs, like Cacucu here, are able to blast fire balls from their mouths. Cacucu, however, can only fire one every four hours or he'll have wicked heartburn. ❞
“Nut-uh! No way, bro! The heck are you on about?”
❝ Sorry, he's a bit … touchy about that. ❞
how do you describe the feeling of missing a rp partner’s interpretation of a muse because if I go looking through the character’s tag … it’s not actually who I’m missing, like it’s not the same so all I can do is 🥺
Ifa flinches and looks over his shoulder. He's use to such mischievous behavior from patients and doesn't take it personally. He does, however, give the bard a sly smirk.
❝ You bored, miss? That's not how you get someone's attention, y'know. ❞ Ifa turns his journal so she may see his sketching, where the pencil in his hand had ran across the picture from his flinch.
Sneaks up and blows into their ear like a TOTAL JERK.
do you think the reason why Cacucu is bonding with Wrio because Wrio looks like Ifa (they quite literally have the same face/eye design that resting bish face )