#bluebeadle

"So like-"

don't go. do that again, please. ( for princess) / @bluebeadle

SOFT, PLEADING EYES found hers and stopped her in her track. Princess didn't plan to go anywhere even if her blood boiled and screamed at her to. She had already done so once—slammed doors, shouted words, and the works. It was everything she learned from her dad interacting with his girlfriends. It was everything she expected from men in general, until Jaime.

The impulsive kiss still lingered on her lips, now mixed in with his breath from their proximity. "Jaime..." She exerted a great deal of restraint not to pull him towards her again. "Nothing's changed. I'm not like you. I'm not a hero. You can't tell me that doesn't bother you."

"oh no, i've been perceived," kie repeats dryly, "however will i deal with it?" faux-shyly, she turns her face away, hiding behind her hair for about zero point five seconds before she looks back at jaime again, smiling warmly until he brings up testing to see whether or not she could touch him.

"and if you tilt your head up just a bit, you'll see my panic gauge steadily rising---" the words coming out of her mouth on the tail-end of a squeak. "---because i do not want to be the reason you're knocked on your ass. or, you know, knocked out at all, or..."

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❝ YEAH BUT . . . DOES IT HURT ? ❞ she feels like a cartoon character the way she keeps circling Jaime while examining the BLUE BEETLE armour with raised brows and curious tilts of her head. Not too close, though, because for one, Gwen hates bugs, and two she knows first hand how volatile some alien tech can be.

She's seen some shit in her adventures all over the galaxy but this was something new and the urge to poke and prod was strong. Her will to not be decapitated seemed to be stronger.

incoming transmission ... :: from @bluebeadle / jaime reyes. "I'm not messing around, I'm doing important stuff." meme || accepting.

Artemis just sips from her mug. She lets it drop back onto the kitchen counter of the Cave. Even after being off the team for a little while and more members joining their sanctuary, it still felt like home to the blonde.

People of all different backgrounds finding solace in a place that they could call home.

The temporarily abandons her coffee on a coaster so that M'gann doesn't tell her off for leaving a ring. She stares and leans back into her stool, casting.

❝ Is 'doing important stuff' talkin' to yourself? ❞ she asks with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes aren't accusing, if anything she's a little amused. Curious. ❝ You know, I've been around some interesting individuals and around the block a few times myself. Spill it. How does it work? Nightwing said its name was Khaji Da. ❞

❝ Why are you asking me? I thought the scarab was a KNOW-IT-ALL. ❞ Her hands rub away traces of sleep from her eyes, as a light stretch dissolves the weight of the morning. Her tone is cautious, bordering on the lofty. There is a certain satisfaction in knowing her own value—knowledge born of irreplaceable experience, not mere data.

@bluebeadle mused: patience is a virtue.