#multiesmuses

A drawn out yawn expelled itself from Robert’s lips as he exited the office, arms stretched tall above his head. It’d been a long day.. and a surprisingly successful one despite the usual chaos surrounding the Z-team. Crawling into bed — or well, his stack of blankets and cushions considering the lack of furniture in his apartment — sounded heavenly around about now. And he would’ve been half way home already, had the lone silhouette sitting on the steps not caught his peripheral, halting Robert in his tracks.

this world – it feels lonely sometimes. especially for a targaryen, the last of her kind. she has endured and suffered every step to get to where she now stands. though, not without the help of others. truthfully, daenerys doesn't know where she would be without missandei. she seldom extends her trust and faith to others, but this is the rare case in which she had and has never once doubted the decision. missandei has been by her side through many of her hardships. but she knows the worst has yet to come.

soon, they will cross the sea to westeros where they will set foot upon soil she's not seen since she was a babe. daenerys has never been one to force others to do her bidding. if missandei so wished, the mother of dragons would have parted ways. (without fuss, though it would hurt her no less.) she just about says as much, offering the other a chance to leave now before the tides become more dangerous.

but the response she is met with causes brows to furrow deeply – a look of mild surprise mixed with great relief. perhaps it it selfish of her, perhaps she simply does not wish to part ways with someone she has grown to view as family.

a hand reaches for missandei's, the other falls atop the back of her hand as she holds on tight.  ❝ i do not believe i could conquer the heavens and earth without you. having you by my side, i feel complete. ❞

She guides her to sit on the bed, a brief tendril of magic reaching behind them to ward the door, just in case.

"Let me see how bad it is."

surprise starter for @multiesmuses (Sif)

multiesmuses asked: ‘ i forget who & where i am when we kiss. ’ jed , for jonathan !

SMILE RESONATED TOWARD HER as his eyes allowed themselves to drift over her figure. Jed had been the one constant he'd been able to rely on throughout this; another that was dropped deeply into things, much like himself. Both undercover, both trying to uncover Roper's operations from different angles.

They should not have become as close to one another as they had, but Jed was one of those whom Jonathan could not stay away from. She deserved a life away from Roper, and for just a few fleeting moments, he could give her that each day. Now was just that moment. No eyes watching them, no lingering henchmen. " I wish that I could get you away from all of this completely... "

His confession came in a breathy manner as his hands found their way to her hip and her cheek. His thumb gave her that gentle caress as his lips brushed across hers before he placed a tender kiss in place. He would give her the world and more, if he could.

@multiesmuses SOFT SPOT SUGGESTIONS / ACCEPTING

What expectations that Sif believes she presumably must live up to -- are entirely of her own invention. It takes mere tragedies and the like to force a cavern that’s since been carved by the blades of injustice that make blank the space once throbbed with passion and ached in undying loyalty to friendships.  

With Asgard soothing in its own Allfather-lies and the land of Jötunheimr made nothing more than dust and insignificance, never to prosper again, tell him what more he, Loki, must be. Even they dare not. Asgard has heard news of the prince-god who tried to burn his city down, as if it were his own indeed.

In the mellowing darkness of sky slumber, Loki walks the barren lands birthed from Ginnungagap, and like all births, its entrails slither as blood vessels, sliding and curling into steely branches that caved the dark mountains of Svartalfheim. There, in the vocal melody of the valley, rips wind against coal.

‘   O… Sif.   ‘   Loki bides his time here. Were it not for the distance, the people of Asgard would come to know a fraction of his rage.

@multiesmuses : they say there is a war....

"There's nothing to worry about, dear Primrose." The words are a lie as she speaks them, but what is she to say? Effie can't even bring herself to fake one of her usual winning smiles. Prim should know, she needs to be prepared--

  @multiesmuses   ➤   starter call   ➤   nick & victoria

victoria chase isn't hard to recognise. she moves like she expects space to be made for her — and, more often than not, it is. people look ; not always obviously, and not always kindly, but they look.

nick tells himself he isn't doing the same thing.

he's halfway through zipping his bag at the edge of the athletics field, fingers still curled loosely around the strap, when his gaze drifts again, lingers this time. she's not where he'd expect her to be — not tucked into the orbit of whatever social gravity she usually commands, not framed by people or phones or that ever - present sense of performance that seems to follow her around campus. just ... here, off to the side.

it throws him, a little.

now that he thinks about it, he's seen her more than he's ever spoken to her. across lecture halls, passing between buildings, in the periphery of other people's conversations — always composed, always untouchable in a way that makes approaching feel uncomfortably like a mistake waiting to happen.

so he doesn't. usually. but something about this — the quiet of it, the lack of an audience, the way she doesn't quite look like the version of herself he prefers to avoid — has his feet moving before he's fully decided that they should.

he falters a beat or two away, eyes flicking briefly toward the field, uncertain, like he's contemplating pivoting on a heel and changing his mind entirely — but, at this point, he's walked himself into an unfortunate corner that would look distinctly weirder to pretend he's not in.

⠀ ⠀❛⠀ ⠀uh ...⠀ ⠀❜

eloquent. not his best start. he clears his throat, tries again, a little softer this time, like he's not entirely sure he's meant to be heard —

⠀ ⠀❛⠀ ⠀you're victoria, right ?⠀ ⠀❜

it's a stupid question — of course she is — but he can't take it back now. his weight shifts, awkward, but he doesn't retreat, not yet.