#madloved

@sawvictim   /   @madloved   /   @arendelian

            What kind of night was that uh ? The rest of the Sirens should show up that wouldn’t even surprise Dinah in the slightest.      “ They are humiliating us now, ”     tentatively trying to knock some sense in the ginger’s brain, but Dinah hoped her friend was a step ahead of her. The bird was in a situation where she hated to wait for orders, but she also knew that being reckless & brainless now wouldn't benefit any of them. She had found herself in many tricky situations because she was too stubborn to listen to her partner. Now, she knew better than being headstrong. Perhaps she was also wiser with time, was that called character development uh ? The fact remains that Helena, by her other side, is losing patience. From the corner of her eyes she can see her index brushing the edge of her crossbow trigger. ( no no no... not now Huntress... ) a quick glance at Zinda, they even share a look, one they know they need to save time because their friend is a little too eager to break more clowns tonight.       “ One cry... I can get them down with one cry ... ”

    ❝   AND THE REASON i’m here is for what... bait ??  ❞   //  @madloved !!

thANK U,,,,,,,,,, i use eiza gonzalez for my ivy blog but will i ever get back to that blog... who knows... not me

low  chuckle  escapes     ,     carding  of  digits  through  blonde  tresses     ,     free  hand  will  occupy  itself  with  tracing  inner  of   her  leg                      /                    twirling  round  knee                           (     o  he  will  enjoy  to  tease  her     )                          .                           “     oh     ?     “                             once  innocent   contact  will  give  way  most  secret  of  thoughts     ,     as  he   pulls  her  closer                            (     oh  so  much  closer     )                             ,     fingers  trailing  now  up  shapely  thigh  and  back  down  again                      /                    lips  twist  ‘to  enflamed  smirk  and  he  will  no  sooner   escalate  the  situation  than  retreat     .     lounging  back  ‘pon   soft  recline     ,     and  though  it  pains  him  he  is  all  but  separated  from  her  contact     ,     save  for  the  weight  of  her  which  is  pressed  up  against  him    .                           “     and  how  is  that     ?     “

eyes  fall  wide     !                    lips  part  and  step  back  is  taken  as   if  result  of  a  physical  injury                     /                     hair  is  different     ,     sure     ,     garb  and  make  up  too     ,     but   unmistakeably  ‘neath  the  greasepaint  is  his  DR  QUINZEL     !                          dark  lock  has  fallen  ‘to  his  vision  but  no  effort  is  made   to  push  it  back                          (     that’s  right     ,     eddie     !                falling  apart  on  the  outside  now  too     )                           ,      too   shocked  is  he  to  see  his  beloved  therapist   at  the  side  of   gotham’s  most  wanted     ,     all  doe  eyed  and  simpering     .                           “     -     harleen     !     “                           cry     ,     surprised     ,     rips  itself  from  his  lips  with  unintended  fervour     ,     unbidden                    /                    he  shall  no  sooner  lose  his  composure  than   fight  to  regain  it     ,    quiet  expel     ,     hair  pushed   roughly  back  in  place     .                            “     -     dr  quinzel      .     long  time     ,     no  see     .     “                           and  how  everything  is   changed  with  the  dreaded  passing  of  time     !                            “     i  do   hope  you’ve  been  well     .     “