#blindsite

[ sms ] : I've started thinking about you late at night.

Inspired by: */ 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?

📱[Crowley]: You should just come over then.

( SMS ; FOX. ) what? out of where? ( SMS ; FOX. ) are you okay?? ( SMS ; FOX. ) let me know where you're at and i'll be there as soon as i can. @blindsite.

danika's  disciplined  focus  should  be  no  surprise.  she  hadn't  spared  a  single  glance  in  the  vampire's  direction  since the engine roared,  even  as  the  backscattering  of  passing  cars  and  the  occasional  streetlights  blinded  her  view.  she  could  have  cursed  one  of  them  for  keeping  their  high  beams  on,  though  only  inhales  her  quiet  frustration  through  her  nostrils  instead.  the  large pothole  hadn't  even  deterred  her,  only  a  slower  blink,  loose  strands  of  dark  brown  hair  bouncing  from  behind  her  ear  until  they  fall  against  her  face.  she  pays  no  mind  to  that,  either,  of  course,  even  if  it  was  what had finally  begun  to  bug  her  a  little,  feeling  the  very ends  prickling  her  chin  with  every  little  bump  of  asphalt.

so  ,      this  is  day      …      six      (  or  maybe  twenty  ?  )      on  the  hail  mary  .      without  a  proper  day  and  night  cycle  ,      grace  can  only  trust  the  ship's  internal  clock  to  tell  him  how  long  it's  been  .      whatever  .      point  is  ,      he  knows  he's  known  he's  the  only  person  aboard  the  hail  mary  since  the  very  first  day  he'd  awakened  .      he's  also  pretty  logically  figured  out  that  the  ship  is  smart  enough  to  detect  any  blips  within  the  nearby  airspace      (  spacespace  ?  )  ,      and  even  more  logically  ,      that  a  human  wouldn't  be  able  to  enter  the  ship  .      not  only  because  it's  a  solid  ,      but  because  there  are  no  humans  any  light  years  away  from  earth  . a very reasonable thing to assume .

sp  then      …      why  does  he  walk  out  of  his  lab  just  to  see  some  figure  ,      clad  in  shades  and  dark  clothing            like  some  ominous  government  official            roaming  about  like  they've  just  found  themselves  here  ?      there's  another  person  on  his  ship  .      there's  another  person  on  this  ship  !      holy  shit    -

his  scream  rings  throughout  the  ship  ,      piercing  the  audio  detection  system  so  shrilly  that  mary  calls  out  in  her  standard  :      verbal  distress  detected  .      good  thing  he's  not  recording  anything  for  earth  right  now  .      yes  ,      distress  detected  !      high  distress  !      so  high  he's  sure  the  lab  is  about  to  get  well  acquainted  with  his  blood  once  his  heart  rips  through  his  chest  from  pounding  so  hard  .      he  has  to  get  a  few  breaths  in  his  system  before  he  goes  full  panicking  though  ,      so  he  does  .      and  when  he  trips  ,      the  ship's  gravity  pulls  him  down  .      his  elbow  hits  a  table  ,      several  test  tubes  clattering  against  his  shoulder  .        ❝        who  are  you  ?!        how  did  you  get  here  ?!        ❞

 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ ㅤ*ㅤPLOTTED .  /   @blindsite ( crowley ) .

plotted with @blindsite

the decision to go to this event was not one that she made entirely of her own accord. she didn't oppose it, per se, but her attendance was as much borne of duty as it was of pleasure. the hosts were distant relatives of some sort. the presence of royalty was a gift for some long forgotten favour, credibility lining the sky blue satin of her dress, the skirt of which gently grazes the polished floor upon which she wanders without so much as an attendant in her shadow.

rosaline is old enough now for outings with minimal supervision, but that also means that she is forbidden from the dance floor proper. as such, she finds herself relegated to the edges of the room, smiling as appropriate, laughing as needed, and scanning the crowd for anything else that could possibly pass the time.

after what feels like eons of pleasantries and small talk, she finally finds herself at a table bearing an assortment of wines and spirits and other liquid indulgences. of course the only option worthy of the princess of thornpointe's consideration is the finest elven red available. she doesn't mind the taste, really. she'd just love the opportunity to try something different, maybe something sharper, or with more bitterness, or even something bubbly. tonight is not the night for her to make such forays, however, so fingers find the stem of a glass wherein crimson makes its home.

as the familiar sweetness of the wine reacquaints itself with her tongue, a similarly familiar presence settles in the space to her left. it takes all of her willpower not to roll her eyes––a gesture she wishes was considered more acceptable for the frequency with which she wishes to employ it––as the skin at the nape of her neck and along her arms prickles. neither her gaze nor her posture acknowledges his position; it'd be foolish for her to let herself be caught giving him anything more than the time of day (and even that is debatable depending on the context). the words that are allowed past wine-stained lips still half-shrouded by the edge of her glass are delivered with the same demure iciness that she typically uses in public.

Vivi would lie if she said it was the first time, she knew the process by now. All she could do was to wait, with no evidence they had to release her after 48h. Weighting the options, it was safer to wait it out than attempts any.. tricks. But when the cop came to her cell and announced that she's free to go, Vivi didn't wait, she jumped up and followed the him before he could change his mind.

In the hallway she noticed the same man that was interrogating her before, the FBI agent, standing at the end. Tall, with suit and tie, he looked very formal. She remembered very specific and unusual questions he's been asking, getting looks from other cops and her quirking an eyebrow.

When they returned her the backpack and jacket, Vivi was determined to simply pass by him, how hard could it be? Pushing the heavy door, she emerged into the hall, walked past Mulder.. and turned around on her heel.

“ Was it you, you got me released? ” She asked, question tinted with curiosity. “ Why? ”

Every century all the gods from all over the world and every culture come together to meet, but mostly it was drinking and partying. When so many immortals are in one place there was plenty of gossiping, some fighting, and sex. It was a wild experience, each time different as different gods would host. This year Zeus hosted this annual meeting of the pantheons atop Mount Olympus, The king of the greek gods was meeting with the other 'higher up' immortals like Odin and Ra while many others mingled in one of the many pristine buildings.

There were hundreds of gods attending, Olympus had never been so packed before. For Thanatos it was an overwhelming experience, not the social type at all. Not that he didn't want to, he would've enjoyed chatting with some of the other gods but being a god of Death his presence held a darkness to it that wasn't something the other gods wanted to be around. He had briefly met with some of the other gods like him, though they were either uninterested in talking or were not pleasant company to be around.