#asynjja

"Have you come to fool her, too? To pull one of the strings of the puppet? Too many strings, too many pulls." He pauses with a chuckle, the kind that comes out of a corpse, his expression neutral. "You're not who I remember, either. And Dylan's sister, she is everywhere and nowhere. If anyone can find her, it's you... Whatever you are."

His  dreams  are  restless.  They  always  are.  Every  time  he  believes  himself  safe  from  the  recurring  nightmare,  the  fire  returns  and  burns  him.  Rand  wakes  up  with  sweat  covering  his  forehead  and  panting  for  air.  There’s  nothing,  just  the  night  that  surrounds  him,  and  it  still  takes  an  awful  lot  of  effort  to  calm  himself  down.  Slowly  he  shifts  and  buries  his  face  into  his  hands,  rubbing  and  scratching  until  he’s  got  the  last  bit  of  sleep  out  of  his  eyes.  When  he  looks  up  again  and  sees  @asynjja emerge  between  the  trees,  he  almost  jerks  onto  his  feet.  Light.  If  she  could  just  for  once  make  a  sound  when  walking,  he  wouldn’t  have  to  startle  every  time.  He  drops  himself  back  onto  the  hard  forest  floor  again  and  blankets  his  face  with  his  palms.  “You’re  worse  than  an  owl,”  Rand  whispers.  “One  day  I  might  get  a  heart  attack  and  that’ll  be  the  end  of  it  all.”

˚₊‧꒰ა 🤎🚪💛 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @asynjja 🟫 asked ​ ❝ i'm not very good at cooking, am i ? ❞

emerald eyes rest upon female figure across the table, silhouette is cool and composed, only sparkles of curiosity and confusion appear upon forehead ( thin crease between brows as they fly upwards just slightly ⸺ movement barely visible unless another is paying close attention to tiny details of godlike frame ). he's not entirely present, physically he's here, focused and attentive to every possible change of her voice and surroundings but his thoughts keep rushing back to injured body in his bed, his mind are occupied by the sound of ella and the way she breathes because he needs constant reminder that she's alive to believe the worst is over for now. five words snap on the surface in low whisper when he forces own psyche to this moment. composure does not shift, just like one minute prior, sharp emerald eyes cut through the female and confidence radiates through dermis, only this time he doesn't even try to hide inevitable mental distraction. ❛ what are you implying to ? ❜

EXTRA INCORRECT QUOTE MEME that is totally not canon but had to be made anyway ft. @indizien / @kalixus / @perdefinitio / @demottcm / @asynjja.

             he’s never been one for storms.  it’s supposed to be something soothing,  the fall of rain pattering against the windows,  the crackling of thunder and lightening somewhere beyond the clouds.  cozy.  that’s what he’s heard people say.  but all it does is leave emil on edge.  he does his best suppress it,  head tilted down while he carefully pours milk into each teacup.  it doesn’t help,  the time of year it is.  the circumstances of his mothers death matching the weather raging outside his apartment right now.   “  you take yours with sugar?  ”  emil inquires,  glancing up from the kitchen bar towards where his guest sits. 

“There were four of them.” Could she have used her power? Yes, but that would have only made them proactively KILL her instead of leaving Shay to die of her injuries. 

          He doesn’t even QUESTION why the agent is handing him candy, merely accepts it, unwraps it, && takes a bite of it. At this point, he’d take ANYTHING to that would help him refuel while he looks over these case files. ❛❛ Thanks, I really needed that. ❜❜ A pause, && then he breaks off the part that he bit, && offers the bar to her. ❛❛ — Want to share?? ❜❜