[There's a possibly unfamiliar voice on the line as David has been bodyswapped with Rhys.]
Hey.
Uh, hey, Bela? Are you there?
Hey.
Uh, hey, Bela? Are you there?
It's me. Umm, it's David.
Something happened. Am I... Am I there... with you?
Something happened. Am I... Am I there... with you?
I don't know. There was a flash of... lightning, I think, and I was suddenly... not myself.
I... I don't think so. I think I should find Rhys. But I wanted to warn you, in case... Well, if you see anything or anyone odd or something happens to you too.
A bright red box with a silver ribbon is delivered to Bela. Inside are pink snowflake sugar cookies and a fun selfie. The back of the picture reads:
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Thank you for being amazing! 💗 Elle
Bela's gift is left in a gold-wrapped box with a pink bow. The card inside reads: "Happy Christmas, Ms. Talbot. For the lady who has everything. - Jefferson"
[ There's no actual text this time either, just a selfie in a mirror, white shirt unbuttoned the whole way down, exposing chest and belly and a light smattering of hair, a curl of black just there, where the button of his trousers is also undone. ]
Edited 2023-01-19 01:15 (UTC)
[ This is a bad day (week) for Castiel and his attempts at 'thirst traps'. Most are meant to go to Georg or Yennifer or Elle for advice.
And yet. ]
No, it wasn't. But I suppose it doesn't really matter at the moment. I'm trying to get better at what I've been told are 'thirst traps'. Was this alright?
[ Castiel doesn't have any shame; they're just bodies and this one technically isn't even his, but evidently there's an art to photography. ]
And yet. ]
No, it wasn't. But I suppose it doesn't really matter at the moment. I'm trying to get better at what I've been told are 'thirst traps'. Was this alright?
[ Castiel doesn't have any shame; they're just bodies and this one technically isn't even his, but evidently there's an art to photography. ]
[Enclosed is a short video clip of Rhys in the shower, dark hair plastered to his back and suds and water running down his tattooed chest and stomach. One deft hand toys with a pierced nipple, then his touch glides down to stroke his growing arousal, slick and wet in the hot spray.
Maybe he's oblivious, or maybe he's putting on a show. He doesn't look at the camera, though, enthralled as he is by his own touch.]
Maybe he's oblivious, or maybe he's putting on a show. He doesn't look at the camera, though, enthralled as he is by his own touch.]
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