#emmatriarchy

"Feel That?" - Sarah @ Flash

@emmatriarchy asked: Ruth, despite knowing that David was about to reject the other person if she didn't intervene, stepped up to David's side and placed her hand on his arm. Very he's mine of her. She would glare at the person if she had eyes, instead she turned her sightless, blindfolded face towards the man she would choose to love in every incarnation, every possibility, every future. "Who is your friend?"

Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?

   Truth is, David isn’t paying much attention to the person trying to start up a conversation with him. Yes, he is being polite and saying the requisite things needed to appear like a normal, functioning person, but in actuality his mind is occupied by the most important thing in the world. Ruth Aldine.

   He’d clocked her presence the moment she came in and telepathically tracked her trajectory. It’s why there is no surprise when her lovely fingers slide onto his arm. It’s why his entire being lights up the moment they make contact, and why there is no hesitation when his gaze locks on her. If Ruth’s not so subtle touch didn’t convey their relationship well enough than the way David looks at her like she is his everything says it so much louder.

   “No one, my love,” he says, words smooth and absolute. He gives Ruth the warmest of smiles, a smile only for her. Then his gaze turns to the flirt, his smile shifting into something sharp, something vicious. “In fact, they were just leavin’.”

   As the other does just that, shuddering a little, David turns his attention back to Ruth. He moves his hand to take up hers, entwining their fingers. His smile falters, turning to a grimace.

“ — never heard back from ‘im. I get it — s’not like he’s always got pockets, but it was enough to have me concerned.”

Greer hit the cue ball with precision, watching as the striped green billiard ball bank shotted across the velvet table before landing in the middle left pocket. Green-yellow eyes scanned the table, looking for her next target. The were-woman slinked past the red head on her way to the other side of the table to line up her next shot.

“He did mention having some vampire troubles a bit ago.” Gods, they all seemed to be at the moment, didn’t they? “Figured you might have an idea ‘bout where he might be.”

Spine curved inward as she bent over the table, taking a moment to line it up, swearing shortly after under her breath when she botched the shot. Greer straightened out, leaning on her cue stick with her hip popped; ears twitching from the commotion the two women were inadvertently causing in the dingy dive bar.

huntress heaves a sigh.

“yes.”

there’s no point in denying it, after all — and it’s not only because lying to a telepath is nothing short of a foolish endeavour. even if madelyne pryor weren’t one of the most powerful mutants in existence, loss would still be written all over the last bertinelli; not her face, since helena has spent more of her life being masked than not, but her stance, her demeanour, and the way she conducts herself, as if every movement is the result of the price she’s paying to this day.

loss has left her pissed off more than anything else, and she holds onto that anger, because loss hasn’t left her with much; without the anger, there is nothing for her to carry. without the huntress, there is no helena bertinelli.

it’s as simple as that. the vigilante sees no reason for confusion otherwise — doesn’t take superpowers to figure that out, exactly.

she has no reason to feel reservation about leaving her mind unguarded around a telepath, because, even if huntress were an open book, she’s not the kind of story anybody is exactly dying to read, let alone comprehend.

there is nothing new to be unearthed anyway, no titillating secrets to hold against her — she has accept the cold, harsh truth long ago, embodied it, became one with it; her mind cannot be used against her when she cannot stop living in the battlefield of her psyche.

and as for the ill reputation madelyne wields? well, huntress can’t say she herself is one of the good guys either.

“i see no contradiction in that,” despite the flat delivery of her response, it’s accompanied by a sarcastic undertone of ‘is that really so surprising?’

regardless of whether one knows huntress personally or not, she doesn’t expect anybody to give her grace — or worse yet, pity — just because she’s had an unideal life. big deal. there’s nothing to be recovered from, there is no kinder woman waiting to be uncovered as a result of sanding down the brunette’s sharp edges. this is all who she is, for worse and for good.

“there’s nothing much to be attached to,” she remarks. “not here, anyway. it appears i have left my peace of mind at home.”

after all, it is loss that has taught her that attachment is a landmine; inevitably and ultimately precarious and unreliable, no exception. all that’s come from dust must return to dust, and there’s no alternative to accepting that everything, by nature, is destined to come to an end. the equation is achingly simple like that; loss and detachment are two sides of the hill, one leads to the other in either direction.

It is quite a rare sight indeed for the Queen of New Attilan to be caught in a sheer horrified stupor. Mouth agape, eyes wide & staring, struck speechless. But this child’s cavalier attitude toward her most serious & terrible ordeals left the otherwise poised Queen thus.

After a long moment, she managed to shut her mouth.

❝ See you on a dark night ❞

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My recent brain rot has been Transformers-- so let's get that out of the way...

Soundwave (Transformers)- We love a man so dedicated to his work that he's often viewed as emotionally stunted. But they're wrong and Single Fatherus Prime is the best boy. I know but he deserves to be

Tarn (Transformers)- So, my favorite characters have turned out to be "Buddy, maybe you should calm down the loyalty to Megatron". I love writing sophisticated monsters and I absolutely adore the designs and personalities of the DJD. My only reservation is I probably don't need to add another Tarn to the multi. ...and The Uncaring will need to be ripped from my cold dead hands (and those of the Marvel afterlife).

Father James Mitchell (Pro-Wrestling)- Since there's been some in kayfabe wrestling blogs on my dash lately. It's been a very long time (TNA Wrestling had an official E-Fed where I was staff and retired from use James and Abyss when I left.) While I would never write Abyss again-- I absolutely love writing James. I love being the mischievous little shit and the devil on your shoulder.

Tokka (TMNT)- That's a baby turtle. You gotta be nice to that precious angel and his wolf friend. The thing holding me back is either I need someone else playing Rahzar... Or I have to play Rahzar and I just... Don't want to.