NOW AT @enchantation

This past year has been filled with so much academic stress and family illness, but I’m happy to be coming back to Tumblr (finally)

Over on @enchantation​ I will be writing Amora the Enchantress from marvel comics. Right now, the blog is under construction, but I would love to write with you again! 

If you are looking for me I will be right HERE. 

With love,

                    𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐍   𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄   𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃   in   front   of   them   with   a   suppressed   awe   &   a   gratitude   for   Felicia   that   flares   in   his   chest   alongside   his   pride.   There’s   the   flash   of   a   grin   as   he   struggles   along   beside   her,   pressing   on   forward   through   his   pain,   before   it   overtakes   him   again   &   he   hisses   through   his   teeth.   Her   distractions,   her   crashes,   they’re   just   enough   for   them   to   make   their   way   to   where   Rhaast   slithers   along   the   concrete   towards   Kayn;   Kayn   can   sense   the   desperation   festering   between   the   both   of   them,   &   there’s   an   audible   sigh   of   relief   from   his   lips   when   his   fingertips   reach   for   &   scoop   the   symbiote   up   into   his   palm.

                   ❝  𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉,   𝒈𝒐   —   ❞                    He   tells   Felicia   when   she   prompts,   squeezing   Rhaast   against   his   skin   as   if   afraid   to   lose   him   again.   They’re   still   too   close   to   the   noises   of   the   city   for   the   alien   to   get   his   bearings,   but   as   long   as   Kayn   doesn’t   let   go   of   him   (   &   doesn’t   let   go   of   Felicia   )   they’ll   soon   be   back   in   order   &   FAR   FROM   HERE.   He   looks   up,   the   red   &   black   mass   beginning   to   spread   over   his   skin   :   just   enough   for   his   pain   to   slowly   subside,   the   heavy   breathing   in   his   chest   beginning   to   even   out.                    ❝   𝑮𝒐,   𝒈𝒐,   𝑰’𝒍𝒍   𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉   𝒖𝒑   𝒕𝒐   𝒚𝒐𝒖   !   ❞

      As   the   grappling   hook   soared   up   brick,   the   blonde   continued   to   SEARCH   the   features   of   her...   (   your   what?   )   PARTNER   IN   CRIME.   That   fleeting   flicker   in   amber   hues   like   sparks   off   of   a   small   fire.   She’s   worried   about   him.   Don’t   be.   Don’t   DO   that,   Felicia.   In   the   background,   the   screech   of   metal   and   shouts   of   pedestrian’s   is   a   momentary   and   welcomed   distraction   from   watching   Kayn.   

SHE  ISN’T  ONE  TO  PRY ,        unless  there’s  a  reason .        mia  won’t  take  a  job  unless  she  knew  a  few  personal  details  about  the  person  she’s  helping .        (   HELPING      …        because  she  doesn’t  work  for  anyone ,        regardless  of  what  they  might  think .   )        then  again  she  didn’t  need  to  rummage  through  a  file  to  know  who  felicia  was .        YOU  PUT  YOUR  EAR  TO  THE  GROUND  LONG  ENOUGH ,        you’ll  hear  the  all  the  screaming .        a  chuckle  emits  from  her  chest ,         ❝   now  who  said  anythin’  about  reading  ?   ❞        there’s  a  kind  of  sing   -   song  way  of  her  words ,        arms  coming  to  rest  upon  the  bar’s  surface .        ❝   it’s  what  i  hear ,        and  shit  i  hear  ain’t  exactly  gossip .        cause  i  don’t  tune  into  that  crap  either .      ❞        mia  pulls  her  upper  lip  inward  to  taste  the  hint  of  whiskey  that  linger’s  on  her  lip .        

❝   it’s  your  reputation  that  get’s  around .   ❞        and  reputation  goes  a long  way  in  their  line  of  work .        though  there  isn’t  a  file  or  ten  that  has  all  things  mia  di  salvo  related  out  there .        she  still  made  a  name  for  herself ,        if  not  for  a  woman  named  mia  di  salvo .        but  surely  for        THE  FIXER .        oh  there’s  a  lot  of  talk  about  her  and  it’s  something  she’s  quite  proud  of .        ❝   but  i  don’t  have  to  tell  you  that .   ❞

      REPUTATION.   And   oh   how   colossal   she   was   sure   STORIES   about   her   had   become.   So   much   so,   the   underbelly   of   the   city   was   peppered   with   gossip   turned   LEGEND,   practically   sewn   into   the   very   fibres   of   the   blonde.   Who   was   she?   Feline?   Woman?   So   difficult   to   tell   where   one   ends   and   the   other   BEGINS.   “You   want   an   autograph,”   less   of   a   question   or   offer   and   more   of   a   sarcastic   remark.   

                       ❝    I    DON’T    LIKE    PLAYING    GAMES.    ❞    Gamora    responds    without    skipping    a    beat    because    she’s    so    sure    of    herself.    for    a    moment,    she    almost    brings    up    the    fact    that    she’s    nothing    like    Quill,    then    decides    against    it.    the    zen    whoberi    looks    down    from    the    metal    balcony    next.    ❝    if    i    do    betray    you,    you    should    have    no    problem    finding    me.    i’ll    be    the    one    IN    GREEN.    so,    do    we    have    an    agreement    ?    ❞

Her movements made him skeptical. Though he WANTED to believe she was going the easy route of actually surrendering, her track record just from today alone made him tense. So, he was on the tips of his toes when it came to moving around her. Even now with her words, catching just ONLY slightly off his guard, he kept the gun trained on her figure. But then the laugh unsettled him before the lights flicked off in their typical fashion that accompanied their emergency function. Counter productive if you asked him and it only was PROVEN as the next thing he knew, he felt her reach out and smack at his hand. The firearm in his grip came loose and shot away from his hand, causing him to take a step BACK and lift his arms up in a defensive stance. “Alright, so this is how you want to do this.” 

“no.” he replies simply. she was different. she was not like the other girls that he went after. perhaps he was getting better ( perhaps his daughter was making him a better person or perhaps being the batman was making him better ). regardless, he was not interested in hooking up with her. at least, not right now. shaking his head, he laughs. “lurking is my thing.” he replies simply. “i’m not interested in sex right now. you don’t need to fret on that. just making friends.”