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"I've   seen   things   far   more   frightening   than   this.   It's   fine"

MARVEL STARTER CALL ⁂ keanu / kaito, for [ @heelspun ]

❛ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈'𝐌 not even sure if you like me, ❜ comes out of empath's mouth before he can stop it, because his damn brain apparently feels like ruining a thing or two today. keanu's immediately squeezing eyes shut as hand lifts to pinch at bridge of nose, an expression of self-flagellation at slip of tongue. but now that it's out, kaito surely will want to know what he means ― so empath takes a breath, & then continues. ❛ it's just the way you look at me, sometimes. like i don't mean what you say i do. like i'm just here for some amusement for you. ❜ he makes effort not to meet kaito's gaze, knows hiding will only make this worse, but has no other coping methods to draw on here. his sense of dread blossoms over their bond, tugging at heartstrings. ❛ i don't mean to― to assume shit, or put words in your mouth. ❜ it's probably says more about himself than it does about kaito at this point. ❛ i'm . . . sorry. ❜

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek from @heelspun / leo

brunette is a light sleeper - has been so her entire life.  she's sure it's something a therapist would love to analyse, how even in rest maeve can't quite bring herself to feel safe, how the rare occasions where her sleep is deep it becomes full of nightmares. yet it's late enough she'd grown too exhausted to keep herself up, slender frame all the smaller on couch, having wanted (or, more honestly, needed) to wait for sound of door and his return.

❝ Is there no way I can convince you to stay a while in Gateway City, sister? ❞

The witch wouldn't fault the woman opposite her for wishing to withdraw after such a spirited evening together. After conflict. After calamity. After even the comedy, that had unintentionally fallen o'er them. A good night's rest would be a blessed thing.

And yet?

Diana could barely abjure the river of laughter running just behind her expression, quirking her features toward a smile, and pulling the blood red aura from her gaze in place of a sea at rest.

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒  probably  the  safest  time  for  him  to  be  out  &&  about.  it’s  not  that  monsters  get  particularly  tame  when  the  moon’s  at  her  peak  in  the  sky  (  the  opposite  is  true,  in  fact,  they  get  worse  )  but  that,  instead,  they  get  agitated.  he’s  started  to  compare  it  to  the  fact  that  lions  get  irate  when  they  haven’t  eaten  by  lunch.  sure,  it  might  not  be  factually  accurate,  but  far  be  it  from  verso  to  care.  the  comparison  works:  they’re  still  starving  animals  who  might’ve  missed  breakfast,  &&  here  a  five  star  meal  is  in  a  lucious  green  park  with  only  a  flask  to  protect  himself  with. and  then  there’s  a  roll  of  thunder,  a  few  errant  bolts  of  lightning,  &&  dust.  the  blast  goes  a  little  further  than  verso  intended,  but  it  lances  through  the  open  maw  of  something  straight  from  hell  &&  only  slightly  singes  the  tree  it  eventually  plows  into.  no  inferno  starts.  that’s  enough  of  a  win  for  him. smoke  curls  up  from  the  end  of  his  blade  as  if  it’s  the  barrel  of  some  vicious  revolver.  verso  taps  the  tip  of  his  xiphos  against  the  ground,  flicks  his  shades  up  on  the  bridge  of  his  nose,  only  aware  that  no  regular  mortals  are  aware  to  have  caught  sight  of  the  brief  clash,  &&  hums.   ❝  dumbass.  ❞

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“ they’re not following us, i think we’re safe. ” from @heelspun / leo

grip on her wrist is tight still, a mark of his worry as she lets herself be tugged through the busiest section of crowd. he's allowed little time for questions - trusting in him enough that she's sure he will answer when there is time. but worried gaze flickers more to him than their surroundings, struggling a little to keep up with the pull on her arm even as his pace returns to something a little more familiar. "at some point, are you doing to tell me who 'they' are?" it takes effort to not be too loud in crowd, to not draw attention from people simply passing by.

𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 || @heelspun

《  CREATURE.  》 display  name  was  formerly  TOM  ( short  for  ‘tomes’ , because librarian . ) ringtone  is  this .    image  was  taken  as  they  exchanged  numbers  and  he  commanded   her  to  act  natural .    his  last  text  is  a  request  for  an  extension  on  an  extremely  rare  book .    she  said  NO , he  must  come  and  renew  in  person !    💢 💢 💢