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Post by PARKER GRIMLY on Oct 29, 2011 22:34:29 GMT -5
parker grimly wasn’t wearing his clothes.
okay, okay, he was wearing clothes, but they didn’t belong to him. instead of his signature hooded jacket and modern era clothing, he was covered in what we would consider costumes from the pirates of the caribbean franchise. with an elaborately decorated captain’s hat nestled on the crown of his head along with a crimson-black embroidered jacket too small for his physique, parker had recently raided an anonymous pirate’s wardrobe. he had intentions to steal from his brother, however, he had made the mistake to pillage another’s clothing by raiding what appeared to be a woman’s wardrobe. no matter, the point of today’s escapade was to plunder from a pirate, regardless of the gender. games of give and take without the give, forever plucking at his ‘enemies’ minds, words and clothing. they were what kept him entertained still, although sometimes… he felt too old for this kind of simpleton trickery and tomfoolery.
the dining room was a mess. seats were usurped and other nameless items were scattered across the room. the cluttered confusion proved that the lost children were restless cretins, especially during games concerning their favorite codfish. wearing the stolen pirate garb, parker played the part of hook while the others took on the role of the former lost boys as they took him down just as pan did once upon a time ago. they created dissonant tremors as they swashbuckled and wrestled, uneven and unkind, while they knocked into each other. the waywardness lasted for a good hour or so before the group dispersed. parker was left alone and from where he was lying he finally noticed the mess that was made. the den mother won’t be pleased to see it, but parker didn’t really care as he relaxed on the ground, still wearing that too-tight and too-small pirate jacket.
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Post by CLOVER SONG on Oct 29, 2011 23:24:40 GMT -5
clover had spent most of the day out and about doing her pixie job which was very long and very difficult at times. looking for the perfect clovers to make four leaves took skill and practice and now she was a master at it but having worked all day, her little feet hurt and she was tired and grumpy. right now all she wanted was a thimble full of wine and a couple of good crumbs of cheese and she would be happy for the rest of the evening. flying into the hide out of the lost boys, she swiveled here and there until she finally reached their dining room to see a pirate sitting on the floor of what looked like the after effects of a long battle.
flying straight into his face, she pulled out the needle at her hip sheath and pointed it at his eye. "what did you do to my friends, pirate?!" she snapped at him, ready to jab the needle right into his eyes until she noticed who it was. laughing like a maniac, she pushed the needle back where it belonged and propped herself up onto parker's knee. "well look at you. don't you make a fine pirate, parker. almost look like that traitor brother of yours, minus the weird white hair," she grinned at him. she pushed herself down into a sitting position, cross legged on his knee and looked up at him brightly.
despite their height difference, clover was always flirtatious with parker. it was an emotion that overtook her naturally when ever she was around him. being a fairy, it was hard to have more than one emotion at a time so when she was angry she was horrible and when she was flirty... well, watch out. looking up at him with dreamy eyes, she began to lay it on thick. "i bet you are here waiting for me because you missed, me, right?! i missed you," she grinned brightly at him. not so subtle or so clever.
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Post by PARKER GRIMLY on Oct 30, 2011 0:17:50 GMT -5
parker pulled himself together slowly, cracking his spine a couple of times before removing the obnoxiously feathered pirate’s hat to run a hand through his already disheveled hair. he’d noted some torn holes in the jacket he was wearing, leaving seams unraveled and long strings of fabric hung loose from the frilly cuffs. how unfortunate to have ruined a finely tailored jacket, and even more so unfortunate for the previous owner. he fiddled with the cuffs as he allowed the silence to weigh down for a while. however, the quiet solitude was ruined by an alarming feminine squeak as he was met by the vision of the point of a needle, hovering dangerously close to his crimson eyes. it had taken him half a second to consider the owner of the familiar voice. “i stripped away their dignity and clothes, bound them against the rocks and waited for either the waters or the croc to claim their lives,” parker gestured with his arched eyebrows and laughed to himself — a gruff laugh most pirates would make at the face of danger.
a smirk laid comfortably on his lips as his eyes met the familiar face belonged to clover. she was his little lady luck and the one fairy that held his interest since the day they met. he was used to her mood changes and flirty behavior, and although he should intervene whenever she pulls bunny’s hair out of spite, he actually took in the pleasure of her jealousy streak. something about her ferociousness from such a tiny creature fascinated his teenage mind. currently, parker found himself leaning toward clover until their proximity became borderline alarming in what would be – and it is, really – the first taunt of the night. “oh i know. i was actually considering to join the legion of codfish just for the outfits,” he jested with a wry grin.
of course, parker was incredibly familiar of her flirty nature, especially the dreamy eyes and her blunt nature. Despite the height differences flirting back was as natural as breathing, for he had a different chemistry with clover than he did with most others. “oh yes, I missed you terribly after a whole day of not seeing you”, he remarked with playful sarcasm, poking the side of her head with the pad of his thumb. Before she knew it, parker plucked her from his knee and held her upon the palm of his hand. “did you bring me any four leaf clovers, little lady luck?” he inquired as he drew her close, his gaze a few degrees short of teasing.
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Post by CLOVER SONG on Oct 30, 2011 12:25:54 GMT -5
grinning something wicked at parker, clover laughed at his mention of simply wanting to join the crew of pirates just for their clothing. she looked at his big chest and the tight jacket and raised a finely shaped brow at him. "is that so. i have to say, that jacket looks a little on the tight side on you," she jested playfully at him. truth be told, girl jacket or not, he looked rather dashing dressed like a pirate. his long limbs filled it out well, although, as stated, the jacket seemed a little on the tight side. the better for clover to check him out in. pirate jacket or not, clover didn't discriminate against pirates, only those who hurt her friends and this one looked yummy. lost boy in pirates clothing. what a fun game.
however, the moment that she was plucked into his palm, clover sunk down into his hand and laid across it, her legs dangling off of the side of his large hands, laying lazily upon him looking as willing as ever. her eyes gazed up at him with a sort of heavy lidded amusement that didn't fade, even when he pulled her close to him. she ran a tiny finger against the inside of his palm, as if in thought, her eyes moving up as if she was thinking hard. "perhaps i did bring you something special but i won't give it to you," she taunted the lost boy. when it came to affections, hers for parker ran very deep. it was sad that the two could never truly be together. she being four inches tall and him being close to that of six feet, if not taller. none the less, the feelings were there, even though she knew not how to categorize them.
"don't be sarcastic with me! i missed you. honest," she smiled, crossing her finger over her heart and looking at him as she lazily lounged across his palm, feet playfully dangling off the side of his hand where he could have peaked up her skirt if he had wanted, only to see a pair of white frilly undergarments.
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Post by PARKER GRIMLY on Oct 30, 2011 15:56:04 GMT -5
he chuckled; it was a really tight jacket indeed. honestly, it looked like he was about to hulk out of the embroidered clothing considering how strenuous the buttons were in the torso area. sure his long limbs filled out the arms of the jacket while the hemline barely reached his pelvic region, but now it was starting to become really uncomfortable fashion. in reality, the jacket was as tight as a man corset. “a little tight? that’s an understatement,” he laughed under his breath at his own distaste while his other hand worked to unhook the buttons. one after the other, and soon the grimly was able to breath again. his chest was open while the jacket hung against his shoulders, which was probably a welcoming sight for the little lady luck while she dangled her feet off the edges of his palm.
his wicked expression quickly fell, however, when clover taunted him with the deprivation of a certain gift. his body seemed to be accustomed to just picking up small signs of her, whenever she was within a certain radius to him. like he'd developed some kind of radar specifically for her in his mind, and so far he knew she was leading him on with her taunts and teases. parker’s crimson eyes held her gaze for a moment or two, resisting the urge to laugh at her ridiculous attempt at being coy to him. “whatever have i done to you to deserve this treatment?” he inquired with a faux pout, which quickly returned to his typical cheshire cat grin. “whatever, i guess i won’t give you something in return. i’ll share my gift with bunny,” he taunted with a coo. being nice was not a feature in parker’s personality, not when it came to a passing amusement. yeah, he was an ass; that had been established a long time ago.
however parker really did have a gift, which was originally met for himself. he not only raided a nameless pirate’s wardrobe, but also their liquor cabinet. hidden underneath one of the floorboards in the lost hideout lie a couple of bottles of rum, reserved solely for himself. covetous as he was, parker wanted to bait her for that ‘something special’ she had mentioned, whatever means possible. putting up an act was an easy feat for parker, and so was teasing little clover.
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Post by CLOVER SONG on Oct 30, 2011 16:19:37 GMT -5
clover groaned when he didn't fall for her flirtations. he seemed more so interested in her gift than in her which made her pout in turn. pulling it out from behind her, where she had it under her dress, she pulled out a four leaf clover for him and waved it like a large green flag in her hands. "there you go. what you use me for you horrible boy," she shot at him and turned on her side away from him once she was done tossing the leaf into his hand. she didn't want to look at him now. if all he wanted was her luck than he could have it! she didn't care, but it only made her upset.
when he said that he had a gift for her though, clover's eyes got bigger and when he had the nerve to say that he would give said gift to bunny, she almost wanted to turn around and gouge his eyes out with her bare hands but she curbed her anger that sparked in her like a match in a gas tank. she relaxed for a moment and then slowly turned around and looked at him. "oh yeah? what do you have that you think i might actually want?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow at him and feeling like she wanted to hurt him after those harsh words of throwing bunny in her face. one thing that you didn't do was toss bunny at clover. the two did not get along. especially after she caught the two of them sleeping together in his bed!!!
lucky for parker, his gift would not go far with clover. she was tiny and would drink about five thimbles full and be drunk off her ass! she could not handle her booze when a thimble was the size of a pint for a normal person or pirate in this case. no, clover would not be able to handle it so there would be plenty left over for parker to party with after giving clover her share of said booze that he was hiding somewhere on his body... his body which clover couldn't help but check out since he had unbuttoned his shirt and had his pale bare chest out in the open for ogling. clover was a bit of a pervy fairy if she may say so herself.
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Post by PARKER GRIMLY on Oct 30, 2011 18:16:25 GMT -5
“a leaf is it? what good is a lucky clover when i already have lady luck herself,” and it was at this point that parker smiled briefly not only because he was particularly humored by her pout and sour demeanor, but also that for once he was being genuinely honest. “and here i thought you were going to give me a kiss, or the very least a panty flash.” there it is, the pervy nature of a teenage lost boy. even so, parker had to admit that angering the little fairy was something of a favorite pastime for him. he’s spiteful, hurtful and a major jerk. it almost comes off as natural as living itself and who could blame him for who and what he is? even as clover turned away from him, parker held her close and read several similar emotions, most of which were related to her upset behavior. she’ll get over it just like all the previous occasions of him hurting her feelings.
parker smirked at the shallow sound of her sarcasm, taking no offense to her scornful voice. he was well aware of her opinion on bunny and because of her negative attitude toward the albino lost girl, he often invoked her jealousy as means to get what he wanted. parker thought that perhaps over time clover would have loosened up, let her walls down gradually, something that involved her not being so stubborn about every single thing. but he also knew she made her own assumptions about him and bunny, usually based off on her own imagination and observation. “i was thinking you’d share this brandy full of rum with me,” he admitted as he reached into his inner pocket and pulled out the item in question, “i have more hidden underneath the floorboards too.”
he held the brandy with his other hand and waved it as to gesture clover to accept the gift. eyes flickering to hers, parker gave her an amused smile as he noted her pervy stare and stated, “i’ll drink this all myself since you’re too busy staring at my chest.” what a cocky son of a bitch, though it was probably only the “alcohol” speaking for him since he’d already had some of it during his raiding escapade earlier.
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Post by CLOVER SONG on Oct 31, 2011 10:36:39 GMT -5
panty flash? oh please. parker could have seen a panty flash when ever he wanted. all he had to do was grab her by the foot and hold her upside down so that her dress could fly up and he would be able to see her perfect white frilly bottom panties. it was as easy as that. however, when he suggested that her gift should have been a kiss, she lazily shrugged her shoulders up at him and rolled onto her stomach in his palm. with her body pressed down on him, she pushed her lips into his hand to give him a kiss. it might have been a sensual thing for her but he probably wouldn't even be able to feel much of it. not even her body pressing into his. her chest pancaked into his strong palm. looking up at him though, she pushed her cheek against his hand and looked up at him.
"you brought me booze. trying to get me drunk and naked?" she jested, but it was all in playful fun. she knew that he didn't mean a word of it and truthfully, neither did she. she would drink with him but it wasn't as if the two were ever going to be able to do anything together. their height difference was too much. she was tiny, he was huge. there was something there, but it was something kind of sad and tragic. she was going to forever be a fairy and he was going to always be a lost boy. simple as could be. there was no changing that no matter what but her sadness was short lived. there was booze to be had and when she thought of booze, happiness overwhelmed her and she would be able to have a good time.
although she was glad about the booze, parker's little comment about her being a pervert and staring at his chest made her get up and laugh at him. "oh please. you opened your jacket just so that i could have a peak. just like when you come to find me when you are wearing boxer shorts or let me sleep in your hair when you are piss poor drunk and naked. you love it when i check you out. it makes you feel like more of a man," she shot at him with a laugh, flopping back down onto his palm on her knees, looking up at him through pink hair. "wanna pour me some?" she asked him kindly.
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Post by PARKER GRIMLY on Oct 31, 2011 21:46:00 GMT -5
parker physically felt very little of her kiss – a brisk tickle perhaps – but nothing as significant as the ones he’ll often get from those who were… bigger in size. clover weighed no more than a coin, and while she pressed her body against his palm parker thought how unfortunate their relationship turned out to be. if she were five foot four, or rather big enough for his standards, he would’ve shoveled her into his arms and brought her to the bedroom eons ago. instead he had to settle for her ticklish kisses, flirty nature, and taking advantage of the fact that he could easily mistreat her tiny stature in ways he wouldn’t necessarily get away with normal sized beings… like flipping her upside down, for example. still, time had brought them far enough to more or less satisfy every sensation they shared between them.
when clover playfully accused him of ulterior motives, parker couldn’t help but chuckle deeply. “if i wanted to get you naked, i don’t need booze to aid me. i could simply pinch off what little clothing you’re wearing,” he paused for effect, narrowing his eyes a bit and drawing a breath before adding off-handedly, “or i can simply just do this.” before she knew it, parker hung her upside down with her little feet held with just a gentle pinch between the pad of his thumb and his index finger. it was a quick motion for a flip, which probably felt like a sudden wind storm for clover as she was upturned from her original position. “i see london, i see france, i see your white frilly underpants!” parker teasingly snickered as her dress flew down to reveal her undergarments.
regrettably, it was best to turn her right side up before she’ll start to complain about the blood pressure going to the head. after resting her on the crook of his knee, he poured a couple of droplets into the cap of the brandy – it wasn’t quite as small as a thimble, but enough to serve as a cup for the little fairy – and handed the drink to her. in the meantime parker continued the conversation about his habit of de-clothing himself around clover. “you’re right, your pervy nature does make me feel like a man,” his smile widened to show a tiny bit of tooth. “i mean, how many times have i caught you sneaking a look whenever i bathe in the lagoon, or when i walk around with little clothing on?” he stated with a low, velvet snicker resonating before taking a sip of his own alcoholic concoction.
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Post by CLOVER SONG on Nov 1, 2011 17:56:54 GMT -5
clover was about to speak when parker grabbed her by the ankle and held her upside down which made her dress fly up. lucky for her, it was so tight in the bodice that only her underwear was out in the open for his viewing, opposed to having an exposed chest for him to see. she tried her best to cover herself up but it was kind of useless dangling upside down like that until he propped her back upright and placed her onto his knee where she flopped down onto her own knees again and looked up at him with a heavy pout. of course, it was all for show. she could care less how parker treated her, which was usually like a doll whose clothes he wanted to remove just out of curiosity of what she may look like in the nude.
"oh very funny. you must find this all very amusing. me being the only girl that you can man handle into submission so easily," she shot at him with a huff as she grabbed the cap of brandy and took it in two hands. it was rather big and looked more like a popcorn bowl filled of brandy than a glass in the little fairy's hands but either way, being a fine lover of fine wines and pirate rums, she took a long gulp of the drink and sighed once she pulled back. "now that is some fine pirate booze. remind me to remind you to ransack your brothers cabin in the future again, yes?!" she asked brightly. if him playing pirate dress up got them this, she was more than happy to send him to the dogs to get it.
with some booze inside of her though, she was much more giddy and in a good mood opposed to being a feisty and grumpy fairy. instead, she licked her lips and gulped down mouthfuls of the fine liquid before looking back up at mr. parker with a dumb smile on her lips. "oh pooie! you know that you strut around in your underthings just to make me look. and when ever i have seen you naked, it is because you've wanted me to now don't go about saying that i'm the pervert here when you're the one who has forcefully removed garments before," she shot at him. oh yeah, if they were of proper size to one another, things would have been gone down between the fairy and the lost boy but height and race difference really did make matters difficult for them, so they had fun in ways that they could...
like getting shit faced with each other.
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Post by PARKER GRIMLY on Nov 1, 2011 18:57:48 GMT -5
laughing, parker gave clover a playful, but ever-so-suggestive wink (and he was starting to feel the warmth of all that rum in the pit of his stomach), as he muttered, “oh pish posh, don’t tell you don’t like it when i man handle you,” he stated boldly before bringing the rim of his brandy to his lips, consuming the liquid gold while his tummy bathed with its soft caramels. it was as if he was entering a different world, and that’s exactly what parker grimly needed after a day full of boyish tomfoolery and pirate pillaging: the inebriated state of mind. “you enjoy it as much as i enjoy strutting around in my underthings,” he continued airily with the thought, his fingers drumming on the wooden floor, observing her with narrowed eyes and a shit-eating grin.
at the mention of ransacking his brother’s secret stash, parker had already made plans of that for the near future. “no need to remind me. whenever i run dry i’ll take a quick pit-stop at his cabin while he’s out,” parker said as he brought the bottle back towards his mouth, taking a giant swig while doing so. as he wiped his mouth dry, lips full of his trademark stupid grin, he shrugged nonchalantly before adding to his prior statement, “and even if he would catch me stealing from him, it’s no big deal. i can out pirate that codfish any day.” if peter pan can out pirate hook, why couldn’t parker do the same too? leaning against the wall behind him, the lost boy tilted his head toward clover, smirking devilishly as he watched the little lady luck fill her tummy with yummy rum. parker was subtly reminded that one of the few excitements he could share with her was their drunk, twosome parties, and boy he had always enjoyed clover’s giddy nature after getting a little shit-faced.
even though he was able to enjoy the little moments with clover (such as drinking, as an example), it somewhat saddened him that he wasn’t able to do adult themed things with the fairy. for their height, size and race were the boundaries that could never be crossed, complicating his desires and his inability to perform the affection she most likely deserves. no matter, their drunk parties, flirting, and kisses was all that they were able to share… he was fine with the simplicity. yet as she continued to pointedly accuse him as the pervert, parker put aside his drink and began to strip. “you know what, you’re just asking for it,” he stuck out his tongue while he lazily slipped off that fancy pirate jacket as if it was the most natural thing in the world. next was the pants. “hey you, get off my knee, i want to take off my pants.” psssh, he had no shame. he was going to take it off like that ke$ha song.
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Post by CLOVER SONG on Nov 3, 2011 11:17:34 GMT -5
"oh my gosh, parker!!" cried clover, flying into the air quickly to get off of his knee as he began to strip his pants off. she had the large cap in her hands still since she would not loose it just because parker wanted to "take it off" and once he did, she saw his matching socks and boxer shorts which made her cheeks turn a shade of red. closing her eyes, she shook her head and bit her lower lip. "lordy lord! you always do this once you've had a couple of droplets of booze. you need to learn how to keep your clothes on," she shot at him as she floated back down and fluttered down onto the floor next to his feet where she sat down in a Indian style and put her lips against the cap to gulp down three mouths full.
"you really should not walk around here like that, parker! someone is going to come out and see you like this and faint. like what about that little albino girl who is always hanging on your arm, hmm?" shot clover, a tint of jealousy in her tone. truth be told, clover did not LIKE bunny. bunny was always laughing and having fun with parker when he was HER lost boy to have fun with. he wasn't suppose to be letting little cute albino girls sleep in his cot with him and all that other good stuff when all she could do was sleep in his hair. once, when she was drunk, she fell asleep on the bridge of his nose while he was snorting like a baby.
"and don't think that for one second, you getting naked is going to make me do it too. you're out of luck today mr. parker," she smirked at him, enjoying the eye candy though. lord, why couldn't he be a fairy?! he would have been hot! just thinking about him with wings gave her a shiver so she dulled it by taking three more large mouth fulls of her cap full of booze.
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