Feb 9, 2025
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Gay French Dogs
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❝ this isn't what it looks like, i swear !! ❞ she still shone with the remnants of her powers ... a man unconscious at her feet. ⏤ dagger.
White lenses narrow and lips press into a thin m, focused line as he studies her. Although he knows better than to make assumptions, he also knows better than to simply believe everything he’s told. Dark cape flaps in the wind as his gaze takes in the scene, noting scuff marks on the ground, a weapon a few feet from where the man lays and the soft glow around her body. “Explain.” It’s not a question, it’s a demand. While he awaits her reply he kneels, fingers pressed against the man’s neck, checking for a pulse.
it's an extraordinary thing, to meet someone you can bare your soul to. / @lghtforce
“ I WOULD SAY your situation is quite unique in that sense. this must be your area of expertise then. ”
“ i cannot bear to see you grieving. ” — dagger.
IT COMES IN WAVES. these memories of past lives - hers and others', the second more than the first. for a long beat natasha says nothing, voice choking deep in her throat. it's always a touchy subject, no matter how long it passes; the last bit of humanity left to hang on, this reminder that she used to have something.
"sorry, i don't mean to be a bummer ..." she never means to be, yet there's this sadness breaking through these shattered pieces, and it's not always easy to contain. "tell me something about your weekend then," a pause, smile growing softer on lips. "i'm sure you've been busier than i was."
your light is unlike anything i’ve felt - it’s cold like the moon . . .
Diana had come upon many introductional words over the years, but it wasn't so common to be acknowledge in such a particular way. And totally out of nowhere. Her eyebrows raised just slightly, a expression of surprise and peaked curiosity.
Luckily for this stranger, she woke up in the right side of the bed and her mood was lighter than usual but she still looked at her like she just kicked her puppy. Not on purpose, it was her usual scowly face.
" Do you think the Moon is cold? " She asked back, sounding harsher than intended due to her poor social skills in general although she wasn't trying to pick a fight in any way.
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“ wow, your fire almost rivals my light ! almost. ” — dagger.
( @lghtforce )
"I'm sure that we both can shine just as brightly if we tried." The Human Torch winked as he held his hand up and let it be consumed by flame. "If I go supernova that is." With a waft of his hand, his flame went out as he looked back towards Dagger. "How bright have you let your light shine?"
“ there’s a lot of darkness in you, but there’s light, too. you seem troubled. ” — dagger.
she reminds him of someone, though the sensation is ephemeral--unplaceable, transitory, and therefore, useless. nothing is important but your mission, echoes the voice of a handler in the recesses of barnes' mind, an old man whose face would only come to him if he saw it in a blurry old file. so bucky compartmentalizes the feeling, and lets it go.
the symbiosis between her and her companion--her friend? her other half? bucky did not know, and did not ask; he was a sentient being, rather than some maliciousness tucked away inside of her, and therefore it was not bucky's business--nearly bothered him in ways he could not explain. it wasn't quite as oppressive as that, but it roused questions he would not voice: did the other yearn for freedom when confined like this? or were they perfectly content in their shared equivalency? what was it like?
it wasn't the same as the winter soldier, not at all. tyrone had his own body, once, from what he understands; he was his own man. the soldier was a boogeyman bred of a fragmented identity, some violent thing that only served death.
' it's kinda creepy when you do that, kid. ' despite his words, bucky's tone is gentle, and not particularly condemning. he'd never enjoyed being seen. ' it's not somethin' you need to worry about. everything that happened to me is long out of reach. '
@lghtforce
she’s a ten but her soul was fused with her ex boyfriend’s ( yikes ) and also she’s like a 10th of your age ( double yikes )
Send me "They're a 10 but..." and a flaw for my muse to rate character's attractiveness || ACCEPTING
"............... Darlin', I think you might need to talk to someone."