#home1ander

After New York, instead of dragging him back to Asgard, Thor arranged for Loki to be kept on earth. He was meant to help rebuild and restore the city and the planet overall after his attempted invasion, and help them find a way to deal with Thanos since he was the one that was behind Loki’s destruction.

Kekipi’s brows slightly frowned, seeing this broken state that Homelander was going through. She never takes her gaze away from him — away from his back anyway — since he was facing away from her. She hums softly, shaking her head a little before taking a few steps towards him before stopping. She lifts her hand up as if she were going to place her hand on his shoulder.

She hesitates momentarily, her clawed fingers flexing a little before she finally sighs and lays her hand on his shoulder, stepping around him slightly so her eyes are on him. On the burning cigarette that’s burning in his mouth. It was something she didn’t expect to see, but, it was unexpected, either. While he may have been a supe, he was still… human, in a way. Just like how she was a werewolf, she was still human in a way.

His scent and the smoke of his cigarette wafted into her system, making her shake her head a little. She sighs, “Trust me, I don’t think I can imagine you in that get-up, even if I wanted to try,” she chuckles a little, her hand still resting on his shoulder. “But, I get it. We have those moments… It’s normal, if that makes you feel any better,” she adds, humming a little. 

She stands in front of him, studying his features for a moment. Noting how his blue eyes stared off somewhere beyond her, focusing on god knows what. Suddenly, she reaches up to pluck the cigarette from his lips to situate between hers, taking a drag from it. She kept her eyes on him the entire time, from the moment she takes the cigarette to when she exhales the smoke from her nostrils.

“You want to tell me what’s bothering you?” she asks, “I’ve got no better place to be in this hellhole since Vought has me tethered here, so, might as well, yea?”

Anthony liked to consider himself a man of high intellect (the fact that he was, was besides the point), but he wasn't just intelligent, he was also cunning, and it was that cunning that now had him in Vought Tower about to meet with @home1ander the infamous leader of the Seven under the guise of becoming the Seven's new lawyer.

And if the press (that wasn't being controlled by Vought) was to be believed, the Seven were in dire need of a lawyer to help them not just with their public image, but also to tidy away all the messes they'd made. Vought had to be seen to take some accountability for the violations against human rights that it's supes kept SCREWING UP, and that was where Anthony was going to be stepping in.

The fact that Anthony had his own AGENDA wasn't important right now. He needed to bide his time and strike when the moment would be most effective. He needed to gain the Seven's trust first before he tore them apart from the inside and could have his fun with them. It might have started out as a proposition from Butcher and his little gang, but honestly, he didn't care about whatever drama there was between them. He had agreed to do his part, but not because he agreed with Butcher or had any sympathies to his cause. He was doing this because HE wanted to screw with Vought. It was the least they deserved after what they'd done to him.

❝ You can go in now. ❞

Smiling at the assistant, he stepped around her and entered into what he assumed was the meeting room for the Seven. He hadn't been given a proper tour yet; probably because despite Vought having employed him, they'd told him that Homelander might put up a fuss about needing a lawyer. Fortunately; Anthony had an ACE UP HIS SLEEVE. He would prefer not to use it straight away, but he was willing to do anything to get what he wanted. ❝ You must be Homelander. ❞ Putting on his most charming smile, he walked over and offered his hand to the leader of the Seven. ❝ It's an honour to meet you. I assume Vought has informed you of why I'm here? ❞

The little fae's nose crumples slightly at The Homelander's remark, green eyes flicker over him from his boots back up to his blond hair before they settle on his smug face. "I don't think I like that there threat, Mis'ter," she says pointedly, her brows knitting together as she takes a step to the side away from him so he'd not be underneath her like he had been. She brushes herself off a little, "And don't ever call me that again. Such sweet pet names sound bitter coming from you," she says with a huff, resting her hand on her hip as she looks over at him.

"What do you even want?" she asks, tongue pressed into her cheek. There was a catch of some sort. "If you were here on a casual note, you wouldn't be threatenin' me after expressin' how damn close you were."

@home1ander | Continued from x.

"That's very true." Ella confirmed, tittering softly as she adjusted her grip on the portfolio of pieces she had been carrying around; most could be viewed online, but some had textural elements she liked to actually allow possible clients to feel. She'd been speaking to the office staff before running into John and was pleasantly surprised he'd waste any time speaking to her.

"Well then I'd ask if you were okay of course." Maria said like this was the most normal thing in the world. The most obvious, because if someone needed to talk then surely you should help them? But then Maria's father had always said she was too kind for this world, too good natured. "I feel like maybe I'm not supposed to be here now but I got a little turned around in the corridor." She admitted.

Maria's powers had been born out of punishment from Vought against her father and then she'd been forgotten about, for the most part. Until recently. The press dubbed her 'The Angel', which wasn't the most original but was certainly understandable as she'd been caught on camera saving someone's life. A car crash had occurred and Maria had used her wings, resistance to damage as they were, to protect an injured young man in the road. She'd also healed the cut on his face, taking it on herself.

Vought had gotten wind, had said she would be safer at the tower. They were just trying to help her and it of course, had absolutely nothing to do with the fact her kind and generous nature wouldn't exactly hurt their image were she to become one of the 7, or at very least adjacent to them in someway.

Hair shifting against his broad back, Lyell quirked his head to the side. A wide and toothy smile spread over his face, his single eye bright and playful as he looked over Homelander. "I don't like acting like strangers." He said with a shrug and a chuckle. "Besides, I'm crazy. Crazy knows crazy, right?" Thick lips pursed with thought, before returning into a big warm smile. "I'm Lyell, I recognize you but you probably get that a lot?"