#cityburning

it's a deep sigh that's head down the comm line. eyes flicker upwards in a slight roll, teeth biting down on the inside of her cheek to reign back a witty retort. what was that saying? the enemy of my enemy is my friend. oracle certainly doesn't approve of anarchy's methods, but with the lives of so many gothamites at stake she can't afford to be picky. ❝ take a right at this next junction. ❞ is all she offers in reply. gaze flickering between the footage of the gotham highways and the flashing dot on a map indicating penelope's location in the city. of course, there's the cluster of red dots following close behind her to content with.

they're too close, and she's only got one shot to get this right. ❝ now take a left. get off the highway. i'm transmitting a new route to your sat nav. it's the long way round. you're going to have to trust me on this one. ❞ with the click of a button the information is transmitted, showing a route that will take her to the very outskirts of gotham before circling back to the clocktower. ❝ in approximately ten minutes the railroad crossing on 8th avenue will close for a freight train passing through to bludhaven. if you make it to the other side before the barriers close you have a good minute to lose your little friends. ❞ the tricky part will be the timing. there's only seconds of margins for error. ❝ you've got this. though you might want to press on the gas. ❞

there is never enough time. in this world, it is possible for a man to soar across the skies and still feel the force of tragedy. his eyes track the darkening city, lifting away from the pity he fears finding only a few feet away. warm, yellow light fills the windows of the apartment building across from them, dozens of stories unfolding in solitude. 

turians don't kiss like humans do, with lips and movement and all that noise — a turian kiss (at its most basic, in the simplest form) is a nuzzle, coaxing mouthplates against mouthplates to express fondness. when it's a turian and a human, however, an adaptation must be made; penelope doesn't have a pair of mandibles or smooth mouthplates to bump into, so the act in and of itself has to accomodate. garrus utilizes elements of his own natural, instinctive behavior... and borrows a piece from the human side of things, too, just to keep things familiar for the human woman he's grown fond of.

he  can  just  cage  his  scoff .      just .    within  that  millisecond  bob  didn't  care  if  she'd heard  it ,    a  flash  of  confidence  had  drawn  him  to  act  so  brazenly .    it  didn't  last  long  enough  for  him  to  bask  in  the  uncommon  sensation  of  confidence ,    and  bob  fought  to  shield  the  sound  with  a  cough ,    with  the  readjustment  of  his  shoulders ,    anything .        “ you  could  tell  me  that  a  thousand  times  and  i  still  wouldn't  believe  it . ”        teeth  bite  and  chew  at  his  cheek ,    grinding  against  flesh  already  ulcered  and  inflamed ;    it  rarely  had  a  reprieve  from  the  mistreatment  of  his  teeth .    shoulders  fold  in  on  himself ,    for  someone  so  tall  bob  could  bear  the  thought  of  taking  up  too  much  of  her  space ,    being  in  the  same  room  was  enough  of  an  invasion  in  her  space .