PyroTato

“I’m Ava, by the way. Ava Silva.” She extends her arm for a handshake and uses the other to push the hair out of her face. “Normally my introductions don’t involve hitting people with doors.”  Beatrice takes it, and Ava’s hands are warm as she shakes her hand enthusiastically. “Beatrice Young.”

Ava sees Beatrice turn downstage, mourning the fact that she's too far to get as good of a look at her expression that she wants. But she squints through the glass of the booth window anyway, and when Beatrice’s expression shifts Ava lights up with recognition, hand lifting of its own accord until her fingertips brush the glass in front of her. Even from this distance she knows it. She saw it this morning, the night before, the night before that. Again and again and again and again.  Because what I feel for you, how I feel about you, it’s just as much of a great love story as the one I’m telling on stage.

The art in front of her is thousands of years old, probably worth more than any fortune, but she chooses to look away, to turn her face to Ava. Someone far more articulate, a poet maybe, would have some words about that. Something about how in a room full of priceless things she chooses to look at Ava instead. Beatrice could scour her brain for it, a quote that would put this all into words. But the truth is, poetry has never held a candle to Ava either, so she stays exactly as she is.

"Oh. Oh." personified.

Them in the middle of battle. No, there's absolutely no reason for them to be holding each other's hands, especially not BOTH hands. It's dangerous, actually, there are people all around them trying to kill them, they should probably let go.

Mirroring because they're in love.

I love you and you're not dead.

I love you and I'm not dead and my actress is about to make me kiss you even though the scene doesn't call for it because that's how ridiculous our chemistry is (yes, this actually happened, Beatrice's actress turned away at the last second, it's perfect).

was looking at ava in that one jacket where the tops always meet and i was like wough... - 🍮

( more death stranding au stuff hehe)

Sister Beatrice ❌

Slowly, her eyes open and flutter a few times - then they find her. “Beatrice,” she smiles - it’s a magnificently designed smile. “You woke me.”

“I promised I would.”

From “the simple truth of being alive” by @simplykorra

"God is in everything I do, and all my work glorifies Him."