#monstyrious

⫘⫘ ☠︎︎ ⫘⫘ he knows this isn't going to be a cake walk. even if she's not openly voiced it, serena's worries about nelrathe returning have been as loud as sirens, wailing in the back of his mind just behind the buzz that comes with the fact that his hand is wrapped around the much smaller one of his wife, safe and sound and free from vought, if only for now.

the front of the safehouse is so keen. prim, proper. cute. like a little yellow thing one'd find in a storybook about people that are far too much on the face and far too little in convictions. he's certain he hates it, but would this be something serena would want?

that is, if she still wants anything to do with him after this.

nelrathe's hand is squeezed, and those dark eyes flit down to meet her mismatched tiffanys, a slow nod given when she squeezes his hand back, tighter and graceful in the way it offers encouragement.

he releases her, and up those concrete steps he goes, opening the storm door and hesitating with his mitt around the knob, only to turn after a drawn out moment's contemplation and push, opening the door to step inside.

he's the only one that would be coming, unless mallory was there to be the bearer of bad news.

@monstyrious    ❪   MARCHIONETTE     &     A.  CARLISLE   ❫     :     she  is  taking  things  as  seriously  as  she  can,  of  course,  but  that  level  of  'can'  is  quite  low  in  the  moment.  she  steps  around  august,  feet  wrapped  in  bandaging  heavy  despite  her  size  and  the  clear  lack  of  armor  upon  her  smallish  frame,  and  one  arm  holding  the  other  behind  her.  soon,  marchionette  stops  in  front  of  him,  staring  up  at  him  with  those  squinting,  mismatched  tiffany  eyes  and  as  she  cocks  her  head  some,  the  jewels  and  chains  on  her  horns  jingle.  "mmmm...  yeah."  head  shakes  a  little  again  and  she  brings  her  arms  around,  folds  them  under  her  bust.  "you  still  look  like  a  twat  to  me."

       august  makes  a  face  as  he  looks  down  at  her  ,    the  corner  of  his  lip  raising  up  in  irritation  as  he  already  knows  she's  preparing  to  say  something  rude  or  stupid  .       and  she  does  ,    just  as  most  supes  do  .        it's  what  angers  him     —     august  likes  to  be  the  person  with  the  most  power  in  the  room  ,     and  there's  little  he  can  say  back  .       instead  ,     he  touches  the  ring  on  his  middle  finger  ,    a  relic  from  his  grandfather  .        takes  a  breath  .        but  he  doesn't  bother  to  hide  the  annoyance  on  his  visage  .

      ❛❛      what  the  fuck  do  you  need  ?      ❜❜               words  aside  ,     his  tone  is  even  ,    as  if  asking  how  she'd  like  her  coffee  .

@monstyrious || meme reply || nel: ewuh. people.

"don't stop, someone might speak to us." - nelly

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          ❛       i   want   to   give   you   something.     ❜                 she's   been   sitting   on   the   possibility   for   weeks,       and   august's   blessing   for   several   days   as   well.           serena   sits   daintily   on   the   edge   of   the   couch,     like   a   bird   perching   on   a   branch,     watching   wesley   just   as   carefully   as   she   holds   out   a   gift   -   wrapped   box.         inside,       one   of   her   father's   old   rings,     a   thick   golden   band   that   won't   easily   be   broken   or   scraped.                    ❛       it   was   my   father's.           and   i   think   it   belonged   to   my   grandfather   before   that.           and   i   want   you   to   have   it.     ❜ 

His name was spoken about with equal measures of reverance and fear, as though he were a god who had the power to bring about miracle or disaster, mood depending. Doctor Merris was one of Vought's many secrets, squirrelled away 'neath the almighty tower. Hughie didn't know if he was being sent there as punishment for some transgression, or if this was simply what Vought wanted, if he could discover whatever it was they wanted to glean from his powers.