take me back.

“IT  WORRIES  ME,  that  you  are  leaving.”     right  now,  brunnhilde  has  no  issues  on  speaking  her  mind.     she’s  seen  his  suffering,  up  close.     how  fate  tore  him  apart,  and  stitched  him  back  together  after  the  final  battle.     in  her  own,  strange  way,  she  is  concerned.     “if  your  heart  surrenders,  you  will  need  me  to  hold.”     she  holds  pride  on  being  the  new  king  of  asgard,  but  her  heart  and  fears  are  somewhere  else.

            cinderella sighed, trying to find the right words of the feelings that were arising. “ people are just treating me different - like i’m breakable. ”

     “Wow, look at you, Mr. Ace Detective!” His sarcasm is undermined by the wheezy breaths that slip past his lips, the shuttering inhale shaking his body despite his every attempt to hide it. He’s been stuck in No Man’s Land for hours now— not high enough to fend off the hoards of lingering spirits that follow his pal around, but still too high to focus on hiding his clear agitation. 

     Bloodshot eyes sweep across the dingy motel room, jittery muscles wincing slightly as some poor bloody bastard begins to scream words that Sam will never hear. 

     “I just…I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s so loud in here.” 

                       eyes are focused on her own reflection, pink gloss shining against her lips as she runs a hand through toussled blonde hair. ( she’s content to stay like this for hours, honestly, until an unwelcomed anomaly swoops in from the right. ) groaning, sharpay turns, lips pursed in a frown as her brows crease with anger. ❛ —- um, personal space, much? ❜ she starts, stepping back to physically put distance between herself and bender. ❛ aren’t you supposed to be out defacing public property somewhere? i rarely see you in school. ❜ a beat, her arms folding. ❛ i like it better that way. ❜

“No, can’t say I have.” A brow is raised at the other, for the first time in a while since taking on her job, Lily’s a little stunned. In her line of work, she’s met witches, trolls, giants, vampyres, demons and ghouls the likes of which belonged in nightmares, but she’s never seen a walking, talking, six foot tall flaunting rabbit. “Where’d you come from, if you don’t mind me asking?”

               ❝ nothing proper. ❞   someone else might run to the police,  something klaus has said he’s already done.   hell,  they may not have pursued him for answers at all.   now ghanima is involved and with that comes results,  even if her methods aren’t necessarily legal.   ❝ the police will come,  eventually,  but you said you had sisters.   are they with olaf now or is there somewhere we need to go to get them? ❞   he’s an intelligent boy.   she’s sure he realizes he fully intends to face olaf and police involvement will come after she handles him ( here,  the words ‘handles him’ could be easily replaced with deals with him with extreme violence or even murders him,  should things come to that ).

❝   luna  -    ❞       a  half  smile  on  his  face  as  he  waits,   arms  folded  and  endless  patience  finally  rewarded  as  she  looks  up.    he  hadn’t  minded,  he  hadn’t  been  in  a  hurry,  but  he’s  glad  to   have  finally  got  get  attention.    ❝    no  they  haven’t.  but  uhh  -  thanks  ?   ❞      he  could  always  count  on  luna  to  come  out  with  the  last thing  he  was  expecting.   ❝   good  to  know  there  isn’t  any  holes  I  wasn’t  aware  of  in  me.   should  I  stay  still  then ?   ❞

she didn’t want to assume that because they’re working together,  he would want to perform together,  in front of a live audience.   it’s one thing to be in a studio together but another to think he would want to put together an entire concert with her.   gaea is fortunate to have this …    just like she is that he feels comfortable enough to touch her,  her hands almost dropping her bundle of hair before she plucks up another pen and jabs it in to keep it in place.   ❝ i suppose we do, ❞  she replies,  flustered ( hoping ).   ❝ this really has been easy.   easier than i’ve been told it should be. ❞

          if anyone understood not being able to let things go, it would be jim. especially when it had to do with cases, personal cases. he’s heard of felix and the murder of his family, he’d be surprised to hear of someone who hasn’t heard of that case. it’s a older case but jim can only imagine how fresh it might feel in the detective’s mind. however, he did not anticipate the detective coming to him. “you want my help on this?”

she can tell he truly means it.   not that valentine is something of a liar.   he’s actually quite transparent and especially after showing her the room dedicated to her,  since they truly started.   gaea smiles,  cupping his face and caressing the skin beneath his eyes.   of course would be thanking her,  like done something other than be loved by him.   though supposes did take chance in letting around daughter and not just that but stay with them as well.   ❝ you’re welcome, ❞  she says,  instead of her usual deflecting.   ❝ thank you for letting us feel that adoration.   and being so good with her.   and just …   just being good. ❞   leaning down to kiss him,  it’s not as chaste as it could be,  the woman pouring all the emotions suddenly flooding her into the contact.

           clover rolled their eyes. greyson is always so surly in the morning for no good reason at all. a frown quirked onto clover’s features , “ were you just planning to live off of a cuppa coffee ? seems like a bad start to the day. ” there’s a slight tsk to their words before they broke out into a smile at the mention of waffles. “ waffles it is ! we have a winner. ” throwing a few onto a green plate and passing the syrup nearer greyson. 

               ❝ i’m not worried about that right now, ❞  she tells him as she sits,  arms crossed and laid on top of the table.  poor manners,  definitely,  but gaea has always been more relaxed than her father had ever wanted her to be.   no,  leftovers and cleaning up aren’t on her mind,  as she hear mr. poe pull himself together enough to leave her home.   what is are the children in front of her,  eating with such vigor that she knows they’ve been malnourished.   ❝ after you’ve all been here for a while and you’re more comfortable, ❞  she begins,  ❝ and we know where we stand and what works,  i’d like for you all to tell me everything.  what you’ve been through.   what’s happened.   what count olaf has done.   i’ve followed in the newspaper and i know adults haven’t seemed to be on your side.   but i am.   and i’m going to do everything in my power to give you the home you deserve,  even if it’s not the home you want. ❞   because that one was burned down,  along with their parents.

𝙵𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 , 𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 .  anya isn’t sure what else he expects her to say , and she certainly doesn’t like his tone as … difficult as this situation is .  “  –  YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S SUPPOSED TO HAVE A PLAN ! “

               ❝ this graveyard feels especially dead tonight,  my dear. ❞   with her husband at her side and the tombstones of those passed ( but still lingering ) surrounding them,  she has to agree:  there’s no better way to spend this cloudy day.   hands folded in her lap,  morticia glances at the basket before looking at him.   ❝ what have you prepared for us,  gomez?   and please tell me you brought the arsenic. ❞    what picnic would be complete without her favorite condiment!   despite making a recipe for cupcakes all her own,  no one on the pta would allow the other parents or children to partake.   more for wednesday,  she supposed.   and bringing them back home,  they were absolutely demolished.

>   >   >   ❝   YOU   KNOW   I   THINK   I’M   CALLING   IT   QUITS   FOR   TONIGHT.   ❞      the   kindness   of   his   friend   was   well   of   course   (   KIND   )   but   ralph   couldn’t   help   but   feel   like   he’s   lost   his   spark   ,  ,   playing   for   empty   rooms   only   does   so   much   to   motivate   you   ,   ,   ❝   did   you   eat   yet   ?   ?   i   was   thinking   about   getting   PIZZA   at   RIZZOS   ❞