@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.

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 ❞

huntress‎ ‎ was‎ ‎ pointedly‎ ‎ not‎ ‎ looking‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ companion’s‎ ‎ way.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ compact‎ ‎ mirror‎ ‎ in‎ ‎ gloved‎ ‎ hand,‎ ‎ hawk-like‎ ‎ gaze‎ ‎ fixed‎ ‎ on‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ own‎ ‎ reflection,‎ ‎ she‎ ‎ reapplied‎ ‎ lipstick‎ ‎ with‎ ‎ unhurried‎ ‎ precision‎ ‎ while‎ ‎ she‎ ‎ stood‎ ‎ leaning‎ ‎ casually‎ ‎ against‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ parked‎ ‎ vehicle,‎ ‎ accompanied.

though‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ eyes‎ ‎ never‎ ‎ shifted‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ right,‎ ‎ not‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ single‎ ‎ word‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ livewire‎ ‎ went‎ ‎ past ‎ the‎ ‎ preoccupied‎ ‎ vigilante.‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ thus,‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ question‎ ‎ landed‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ way‎ ‎ it‎ ‎ did‎ ‎ –‎ ‎ causing‎ ‎ helena’s‎ ‎ eyebrow,‎ ‎ but‎ ‎ not‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ corners‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ lips,‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ lift‎ ‎ up.

“‘bold’?”‎ ‎ with‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ flick‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ wrist,‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ compact‎ ‎ shut‎ ‎ close‎ ‎ with‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ flippant‎ ‎ SNAP.‎ ‎ “oh,‎ ‎ sweetheart.”

baby's first pick-up line,‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ brunette‎ ‎ didn’t‎ ‎ voice‎ ‎ that‎ ‎ part‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ quip‎ ‎ AUDIBLY,‎ ‎ but‎ ‎ it‎ ‎ was‎ ‎ still‎ ‎ implied ‎ in‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ way‎ ‎ she‎ ‎ EMPHASISED‎ ‎ that‎ ‎ term‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ endearment.‎ ‎

‎after‎ ‎ slipping‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ belongings ‎ back‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ where‎ ‎ they‎ ‎ belonged,‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ crossbow‎ ‎ wielder‎ ‎ had‎ ‎ finally‎ ‎ turned‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ face‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ conversational‎ ‎ counterpart,‎ ‎ strong‎ ‎ arms‎ ‎ folded‎ ‎ over‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ chest‎ ‎ in‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ way‎ ‎ that‎ ‎ seemed‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ lay‎ ‎ down‎ ‎ emphasis‎ ‎ on‎ ‎ her‎ ‎ abs‎ ‎ – on‎ ‎ full‎ ‎ display‎ ‎ through‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ WINDOW‎ ‎ curved‎ ‎ out‎ ‎ through ‎ her‎ ‎ purple‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ black‎ ‎ suit.‎ ‎

once‎ ‎ she‎ ‎ met‎ ‎ livewire’s‎‎ ‎ ‎ gaze,‎ ‎ those‎ ‎ infamous‎ ‎ brown‎ ‎ eyes‎ ‎ did‎ ‎ not‎ ‎ waver,‎ ‎ prevailing‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ unmoving‎ ‎ without‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ lick‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ shame‎ ‎ or‎ ‎ fear.

“everybody‎ ‎ always‎ ‎ goes‎ ‎ for‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ eyes‎,‎ ‎ you‎ ‎ know ‎ –‎ ‎ whether‎ ‎ it’s‎ ‎ in‎ ‎ love‎ ‎ or‎ ‎ war,”‎ ‎ she‎ ‎ countered,‎ ‎ voice‎ ‎ as‎ ‎ dry‎ ‎ as‎ ‎ it‎ ‎ was‎ ‎ level‎ ‎ and‎ ‎ deep,‎ ‎ head‎ ‎ tilting‎ ‎ slightly‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ imply‎ ‎ a‎ ‎ hint‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ playfulness,‎ ‎ while‎ ‎ she‎ ‎ continued‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ CHANNEL‎ ‎ NONCHALANCE.‎ ‎ “you‎ ‎ want‎ ‎ to‎ ‎ exude‎ ‎ boldness?‎ ‎ word‎ ‎ of‎ ‎ advice: ‎ ditch‎ ‎ the‎ ‎ NICHOLAS‎ ‎ SPARKS‎ ‎ inspired ‎ clichés.”

ㅤㅤThe grass in the field is vibrant & alive, filling the air with it even as tiny hands reach out to move the tall blades from her path. Her feet sink slightly into the dirt with each step, filling her ears with light sloshing noises that even though it echoes gently through her mind is ignored as she rushes forward. Chasing the laughter up ahead & the glimpses of blond hair up ahead. Her own lips spasm, pressing tightly together to keep the giggles at bay only to open her lips wide, sucking in air until her lungs feel like they're about to burst as she shouts— 

ㅤㅤJerking her head downward, Anna pulls herself from the memory. Holding tightly to her control, she forces her mind away so it doesn't slip deeper while trying to figure out who the memory belongs to. The last thing she needed was to be lost inside someone's memory here. Being distracted while she's out in the open leaves too much to chance & she can't afford that risk.

“The death breath, mostly. The pile of empty energy drink cans helped too.” Shiori picked up one and peered inside. Not a drop left. She tossed the empty thing into the nearby sink.