March - April Test Drive Meme

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➞ Post with a character you wish to test drive in this game's setting.
➞ Tag other people's starters and thread out shenanigans!
➞ Invite your friends! Try out new characters! Come play with us!
➞ Have fun!

NOT SURE WHERE TO BEGIN YOUR TEST-DRIVE JOURNEY?
CHECK OUT ALL THE LOCATIONS WE HAVE AVAILABLE IN:

JOHTO | KANTO | SEVII ISLANDS

Feel free to make various prompts in multiple locations!

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Comments

[crimsonhex]

[If it is a dream, Wanda is going to soak in every second of it. Her eyes begin to sting a bit as she buries her face in his chest and inhales. He smells different, but somehow so familiar. Like home.]

What do you mean? [She pulls back enough to look up at him, but not so much as to break their embrace.] Like human human, or - [God, she doesn't even know what she's saying.]

[sparkoftheseus]

[He meets her eyes when she looks up at him.]

Like, I'm afraid that you'll have to get used to this face, darling.

[It took him barely even a thought to put on and remove his human disguise. But now... nothing. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate.

Although his darling Wanda looking up at him made it very hard for him to concentrate.

The hand in her hair moved to her cheek again, memorizing the smoothness of her skin with senses that felt both blunted and sharpened to an atomic edge. It was maddening, in ways that weren't entirely appropriate for the middle of a public street. He barely managed to whisper,]

I want to taste you.

[before he was kissing her, and god, it was decadent. Intoxicating, even. It was familiar, and yet brand new. It was definitely the type of kiss that would have made their boys go 'ewwwww, gross!']

[crimsonhex]

[Wanda brings a hand up to his face, running her thumb over his cheek. Even when he had been in disguise she could feel the way his skin was just slightly too smooth, the slight temperature difference between them, and know that he was her Vision. He's different now, skin has slightly too much give, a bit too close to her own body temperature, but somehow she still knows who he is.]

I don't care what you look like. As long as you're here.

[On instinct she angles her head even before he closes the distance to kiss her. Somewhere in her brain she is aware they are on a public street with dozens of people around, but she can't bring herself to care.]