May 3
He's covering Bommerang's ears so he doesn't hear Zuko say he's not important.
Loading...
seen from Lithuania
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Portugal
seen from India
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Macao SAR China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Portugal
seen from China
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Russia
seen from United States
He's covering Bommerang's ears so he doesn't hear Zuko say he's not important.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
THE COVER OF DARKNESS is for the likes of the clown man and his posse - idiots, who think to terrorize is to inject the world with sorry gimmicks and cheap violence. It's drab. Lowly, as far as the enigma cares to define. He better becomes the glamour of spotlights and the very gentle tickle it gives him to know he can be in purples as he can in greens. ( A perfectly measured variable. )
@dngerclose finds himself in broad daylight. The broadest in Gotham, in fact, at the very tip of Sandy Hook. It's a pleasant gift he leaves him, under muted sun and sorry excuse for sand he poured on boat. A sand castle, intricate in the way it stands amongst a hoard of childish wannabes who dream of castles but can only conceive of mounds and piles of nondescript nothings.
On it, etched a single word. Shuri*. Sweet and simple. Almost a freebie, though perhaps that's as much of a clue as the word itself.
* Okinawa, Japan. Burned to the ground.
It's saying come, come along, now, former boy wonder, current wreckage. Come out and play. The timer ticks behind your ears though you do not know it yet.
"My kindest greeting yet, don't you think?" Edward muses in earshot of Echo, legs crossed as finger taps the wire she hands. She says this should be good. He hopes to agree.
@dngerclose asked : “ move in with me. “ / HG huck / sacred moments
this world has yet to make sense to her. all it appears to be is violence, and shackles. murder and blood. there’s so much blood that stains her finger tips, never to be erased from her mind but the pills ease it. bring about a euphoric calm that allows some rest between the nightmares that have no longer kept octavia paralyzed and instead, within the capitol, have grown violent and outward. no longer does she simply whimper in silence alone. now, they’re loud and agonizing & she just wants a second to breathe without it all.
the games are drawing closer and in the coming weeks octavia will undertake two new tributes and somehow prepare them for death or a fate much much worse. if she had known ; if she didn’t have a brother who’d break with her death, she would have died out in those forests. that would have been better than this place.
she’s a mess. physically and metaphorically and it’s the only conclusion she can come to when his suggestion comes forth. brow lifts, glossy haze slowly moving to find huck. “ and why would i do that? ” though she focuses, trying too hard, some words slur together as she moves towards him.
perhaps they make her more reckless, tongue too loose in front of those she’d do best to simply follow orders but they help. the drugs ease some of the horrors this place puts each victor through. and if huck thinks he can save her somehow? save her from her own destruction or that wrath of what she’ll endure in the capitol when she toes out of line ; “ you’re wasting your time huck...i’m not worth it. ”
@dngerclose said: ❛ you don’t trust me, do you? ❜
“ should i? ”
he’s deflecting and they both know it. he can’t lie, not to him at least. don’t they say you can’t con another con artist? there’s gotta be a similar saying about covert operatives. they can’t really hide anything from each other. and he knows he’s far to easy to read to those who know him. deep hazels flicker over michael’s features in a moment of silence. lips press together and a slow breath escapes him. he’s gotta be honest with someone right? everything else in his life is full of fabrications and masks. he’s tired of it. and that’s the problem isn’t it? he’s tired of all of this. but that’s not an option. is it? “ i’m not sure who to trust anymore. ”
[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mines || @dngerclose .
HE’D DONE IT. he’d made it out. days, weeks in there (he couldn’t tell, time didn’t exist in the arena as he found out, no one worried about it as opposed to trying not to get killed). but he’s alive, and that’s all that matters to him. it was unusual for one from three to survive, despite being considered part of the famed ‘career packs’ because of his planned alliance with them, but he defied those odds (and god were those odds somehow on his side).
the blond is pulled out fairly quickly after he’s announced as the winner, fresh blood from a fellow tribute on his hands (who she was or where she was from, he couldn’t tell you). he’s tended to, repaired and covered up as best he can, and that’s when his mentor is allowed in to see him.
and god, garr was so happy to see huck.
thought he doesn’t get a chance to say anything, the older man hugging him before he even opens his mouth, and the blond takes it, just happy to have contact other than clawing at tributes, shoving them off himself to try and get away. it’s only when the mentor pulls away, foreheads pressed together that garr actually smiles for the first time since before the tributes’ arrival to the arena. he’s safe, he’s alive, and he can tell huck’s proud of him.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
SHE IS FOCUSSED, DEEP WITHIN IN HER OWN WORLD. but she notices when someone approaches, friend or foe, hard to tell. unwilling to look up, wiress keeps tinkering, works on the wires, careful not to do harm until ... “ don’t touch that! ” she hisses, gaze briefly shifting towards the other before going back to her work. “ could kill you. it’ll shock you, maybe you’re lucky to survive, but it is not worth the pain. ” she frowns, stopping for a moment, eventually looking uo from her work. “ or touch it, if it is your intention. who am i to stop you? ” // &&. @dngerclose
cato | @dngerclose
any other mentor would be overjoyed to watch their tribute reign victorious. they’d welcome the PRAISE and ADMIRATION from all others , all the while reveling in the JEALOUSLY of those who once again FAILED. cora , however , was not one of those mentors. technically she wasn’t even a MENTOR at all. to be one would mean you’d won your games. and she , well , didn’t exactly win her games. adjusting the jacket at her waist , feet walk through the near VACANT infirmary resting just under the arena. clicks of her heels sending soft echo’s throughout the metallic room. only coming to a halt when the silhouette of her tribute caught her gaze. ❛ so … you won … ❜
huck: what the fuck are you two wearing
garr & prynne:*dressed head to toe in huck merch*
prynne: its called fashion