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@lifeitselves for zoe
“Do you want to...” He puts his head down, not able to look at her in the eyes. Something is wrong. Dean can feel it in the pit of his stomach. “...go to prom with me? Or the big moose dance? I don’t know what they call it up here.”
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“You must be the new girl I’ve been hearing about! I’m Tilde.” She skips up to her, eyes wide and smile on bright.
x. @lifeitselves intel.x: ‘don’t touch me.’ from clem, any verse!
SOFT ANGST STARTERS. //accepting
He is actually quite hurt that Clem refused his consoling flipper. She flinched? That was-well it was a stretch for her to even consider that SKIPPER would hurt her? He feels he has failed as a Skipper if his cadet was responding to him in this way. The avian has to remind himself that this was humanspawn he is dealing with here. She is not Private, she is far less in touch with her emotions, and for that matter no one was as touchy-feely as his youngest subordinate.
❛ Kid, Blondie, CLEM, ❜ he finally resorts to addressing her by her name, ❛ Look at me! I’m all flippers and feathers over here, I’m your commanding officer in black and white. I would be a failed commander if I hurt one of my own. ❜ An exasperated sigh. ❛ It was just a congratulatory pat on the back! A pointed look. Like! A “GOOD JOB”? For completing the mission? ❜ Wow, this one was traumatized.
For @lifeitselves - Clem Godkid Verse!
“Up! Up! Up and at ‘em!” Cosmo’s in one of his favorite forms, a loud, annoying, blaring alarm clock. He hops around on his godchild’s bedside table, trying desperately to wake her up.
“Cleeeeeeeeeeeeeeem! You have school! I think! I don’t actually know what day it is!”
🐧x @lifeitselves Intel: ℧ from clem!
Send me ℧ for me to generate a scenario for our muses
Skipper and Clem get caught up in a storm and must stay sheltered together until it passes.
Perhaps he had blurted out ❛ SHITAKE MUSHROOMS ❜ a bit too loud and carelessly, it was so dark in this barn he had taking refuge in. He came to this place seeking refuge from the storm outside. The weather was rapacious, hail the size of golf balls combined with rain and a persistent gust of wind accompanied the sound of thunder. The creme de la creme was forked lightning. To his credit a piece of rotting wood plummeted to the ground from the upper structure of the frail shelter’s roof.
It was only when yet another bolt of lightning struck, did he actually see the female, huddled there for shelter.
Had she heard him yell? Either way all cover was blown thanks to yet another flash from the sky.
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➳ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 @lifeitselves
Lips parted away from Charlie’s soft pucker as he realized that she hadn’t reacted, or even breathed at all for a couple of seconds. Obviously, Sherlock hadn’t asked nicely but stolen the kiss. In his defense, everything about her body language pointed to her wanting it (which was not much of a justification).
“I thought I’d break the tension...” He said before taking a cautious step back.
❛ Don’t be a fool! ❜ He sputters, spit propelling from the exposed part of his would-be-lips on his left side. ❛ There is not a chance she will be back. She who sculpts beauty will find no such thing in my domain. ❜ Two-Face much prefers the victims that just shut their holes and died, respectfully. Either way they had not yet flipped to determine whether or not this one would be spared. So far the duke of duality is not so certain about this romance-enthusiast. She need not know about his personal endeavours. Need not know about Harvey’s past with his lost love. He still pines for Gilda but that’s buried deep beneath his dual-faceted surface.
❛ Now. As much as it pains me not to just blow your pretty, little brains out for poking the Janus; I have to make this fair. The equalizer shall decide your fate. ❜
/ @lifeitselves [ for Angela ] x. .x
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Hamlet can balance. It’s the only thing he can do. He can glide along the sidewalks with the wind hitting his face like sails on the sea. He can use his foot to push like an oar against waves. He can shift his weight on the board like the tiller shifts coarse. Yet, like all sailors, he too can fall. He can crash against concrete waves.
He can lose his balance.
