<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg12315389#msg12315389">Quote from: Cerevan on 13-05-2016, 01:48:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/29379afa8eac684b78695a06a12708cc/tumblr_o4gmfnzEQq1vp8uy6o6_r1_250.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name: </strong> Autumn Towler<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Outsider - University Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Opportunistic <br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous<br/><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 23rd | Early Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Eros Towler | Closed<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest AF</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Of course. Autumn ought to have realized he would’ve seen Charles hold upon her hand. Even brief and perfunctory though that grip had been, it would irk Eros’s sensibilities, if not quite beyond bearing. By now she knew enough of her coolly perfect elder brother to know that had he been truly incensed he would have sent her to bathe. The mere scrubbing—by him, nonetheless—of her hands suggested that he wasn’t too irritated. Or, she thought with faintly raised eyebrows, that perhaps he’d missed her more than their phone conversation had suggested.<br/><br/>With him, it could be difficult to tell.<br/><br/>The possibility caused her to go easily with the unspoken directive of his hands. Easily she tipped her head back to meet his gaze for a heartbeat before lowering her eyes ever so slightly. Not enough to deny him the sight of them, but enough to suggest that she wasn’t attempting to stare him down. “You are late.” From the edges of her vision she caught his lips tilting into a disapproving frown.<br/><br/>“I apologize, Eros,” she murmured. The tone wasn’t quite the sugar sweet she used on adults but it had the molasses quality she’d learned early on that he liked. “There was some traffic outside Richmond.” It seemed unlikely he would care either way. Yet she would <em>not</em> allow some thought to linger in his mind that the tardy entrance might have been her own fault. No. If he could put it off to faceless masses, all to the better. If not? Well, Charles would surely find another job if it came down to it.<br/><br/>Pulled tight to his body, she pushed all thoughts of others from her mind. One breathy moan escaped her throat at his teasing nip. “An entire month without this.” Humming agreeably, she tilted her head as he continued to speak. An office building? That might be nice. Exhausting, trying to keep the peace between her two brothers if they were in close proximity. But nice. If only she didn’t have the suspicion that she would not be the only reason for Eros moving. Still, it’d be ever so much easier to set up a…<br/><br/>Autumn sank happily into the kiss. With Eros, everything was a demand to which she could only comply. Feeling somewhat daring, she allowed her hands to slide gently up his chest. Beneath his elegant suit, he as finely muscled as any of the classic statues they studied in her art history class. Only once he’d pulled back did she say, “It <em>would</em> be lovely to have you so close, big brother. I could bring you lunch, even, if you were in Richmond…”</span><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Cry little sister, love is with your brother</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.unep.org/gwa/images/Ian_Somerhalder_Renee_7_0001.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Eros Towler<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Outsider<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Friday, Sept 23/6:23pm<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Antsy<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> What's in the image<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Towler mansion. Eros' study overlooking the front entrance of the mansion<br/><strong>Listening:</strong> the best of Bach (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EY5RcR-LQj4)<br/><strong>Warning:</strong> <strong>Incest AF</strong><br/><strong>Word Count:</strong> 781<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Autumn Towler <em><strong><strong>[closed]</strong></strong></em></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>...... saving this for the morning<br/></span></span>