#astrancva

"  okay,  i’m just gonna nod and pretend to get this whole moral high ground speech you’re giving me so we can move on.  " his tone caused her eyes to narrow, even as he leaned over to light her cigarette for her. of course he wasn't going to listen.

" it is not about 'moral high grounds', frank. even you must be having a line you won't cross some day. " brigid paused, taking a deep drag from her cigarette, blowing smoke in the opposite direction -- resisting the incredibly ugly urge to direct it in frank's face instead. why wouldn't he listen to her? " if you are not going to listen to me, i will not bother speaking. "

oh but he would know she couldn't help herself. tenenbaum's nose wrinkled, annoyed with herself as she started up again. " i just want you to take a solitary moment to consider. this boy is a child -- they are all children. . . " honestly, tenenbaum isn't sure she sees the point in trying to convince frank fontaine to find a conscience. but, she did know she had to try.

" you gave a chance to me when no one else would. i gave you something that changed everything. i think i am at least owed your attention. at the very least. "

song of achilles rp starters  

@astrancva​ asked:                     ❝  you smile, and your face is like the sun.  ❞

             HIS  ARMS      cradle  teddy .  his  son      his  son     ,  and  the  joy  on  his  face ,  in  his  soul ,  is  unmistakable .  arielle  is  asleep  in  the  room ,  taking  a  much - deserved  rest  while  he  and  eliot  stand  out  in  the  main  room ,  the  baby  asleep  in  his  arms .  his  eyes  lift  to  eliot ,  something  going  even  warmer  there  at  his  comment .  

spectre starters || accepting || @astrancva

“What makes you think this is my first time?” [from Q]

@astrancva​ said: 

❝ you’re perfect. at least to me you are. ❞ 

she didn’t want to sass him - at least not really - but it was hard not to want to respond with a smirk and a toss of her hair in the way that natalia was wont to do. it was in her training, in her code, it was the mask she wore - and yet there he was, being as sweet as ever and cooing those charming words that she’d heard uttered from his mouth a few times over their many years together. ❝ you haven’t been drinking my kool-aid again, have you barnes? ❞ she finally settled on, though her cheeks were flushed slightly rosier than normal. 

moving to sit rather ungracefully on the couch beside him, nat’s head came to rest on james’ shoulder. pulling the violently purple hoodie - thieved from clint, no doubt - down to cover her hips, she nestled in and let out a sigh. ❝ you really shouldn’t keep feeding my ego. steve’s already told me that i’ve got a big head. besides, have you looked in a mirror? everyone stops when you walk in. ❞

Really, they should have known Ethan would pull something like this; that after the whole Halloween debacle, he’d summon the one thing that could distract Rupert like no other. And that he’d unleash it upon Sunnydale with a wrath unlike any other.

It had been building for days -- magick crackling through the air, sending off electric sparks nearly undetectable except for those who knew how to detect such things. Most wouldn’t notice until the weirdness set in. Beginning with the mist. Dark purple in color, rolling through the streets.

After it came the forest. Sunnydale had woods, yes. But not like this. These were forests like...well, like something out of a fairytale. Where wolves howled and fairy lights danced between the trees. 

Chaos magick. Same as on Halloween. But instead of altering people, this was altering the town. Creating a setting. But for what? And by whom?

That became clear enough on the fourth night. The night Buffy and the Scoobies had finally decided to enter the woods. See what lie at it’s epicenter. That night, a knock came to Giles’s door. And on the other side...

“Hi, Daddy...” She wasn’t the same girl he had left behind in England. Wasn’t even the same girl he had visited at Christmas the year before. There was magick swirling about her. Dark magick. Chaotic magick. A signature of the Raynes. Of course. With him gone, Ethan and Lilith had sunk their claws in but good. Warped her.

a shift in the force - a light extinguished - the familiar, comforting connection severed. anakin's whole body runs cold, every nerve alive and screaming at him to move. to do something. 

obi-wan. not obi-wan. anyone but obi-wan. it's that instant that the hero with no fear is overcome with exactly that. he is nothing now, only a memory of a boy with fading warmth in his arms and a newly formed hole in his chest. 

"they are," jesse replies without even looking up from where he's busy stitching a tear in his coat. the fire light in front of him just enough to let him do it without worrying about stabbing himself too bad. and the light creates shadows in the trees off to the side of them. a moving, living shadow that makes an already frightening scene all the worse.

fire might be a sign of safety out here but it also let you know all the places the light wasn't touching.