‘ HM ?  OH—— ’   BASHFUL EXPRESSION SETTLES onto her features as slender fingers brush over the corner of her mouth and come away red with blood.  she withdraws a tissue from her purse and dabs at her mouth before wiping off her hands.  percy smiles a little, crumpling the tissue up in her palm with a fluid shrug.   ‘ yes, but don’t worry about it. i’m quite alright. ’

@nverdied​ sent: 2) for receiver to show up at sender’s house to confront them about something only to find sender is recovering from serious injuries

@nverdied​ sent: people think that torture is pain, it’s not. it’s time.  - for olivia

             she’s trying to understand.  she looks at him and can never decide whether to feel unsettled or grounded.  something about him is unnerving.  he’s odd,  a little rough around the edges.  but he’s familiar in a way she can’t explain.  like one of those kindred connections which slide right into place so quickly.  but that sends her right back to the unsettled feeling.  these kinds of things always end badly for her.  yet,  here she is.  sitting.  listening.  walking a line she shouldn’t be anywhere near crossing.  she just can’t stay away from him.  and she can’t seem to keep him away either.  

@slashaer / @nverdied sent: ❝  i’m staying.  ❞

a spark lights. the corner of her lips twitch as a small smile threatens to break free. a momentary parting of the clouds. there is a tension in the air placed down by the firmness with which he had said the words, but still her little smile flickers briefly. the warmth of his presence outshines the heat of the mug in her fingertips. it provides more comfort than anything else in this world could ever offer her ( and it has always offered so little ).

❛ okay. ❜ she simply signs. she rubs the tip of her thumb along the cream yellow ceramic handle. steam rolls up from the tea inside the cup, wafting under her chin. she imagines it as the brush of his fingers against her skin. would he feel that warm? that gentle? magnolia slowly lowers the mug back down onto the coffee table in front of where she sits. she casts off a blanket wound around her shoulders and reaches to take a hold of jack's wrist.

@slashaer / @nverdied sent: ❝  you have to stop,  you’re killing yourself!  ❞ ↳ abilities & super-powered themed prompts

red seeps into her vision, a translucent shade of pink which grows thicker the longer and further she reaches out with her mind. the stink of death is already in the air. blood leaks from the eyes and ears of fallen bodies, some still drowning on it as it pours into their throats and gushes from nostrils. and still, she pushes further, reaching for every tendril of energy, every electrical pulse from every single damned neuron which offends her own.

and it hurts.

his words come softly to her, gently cutting through the noise in her head like a warm knife through softened butter. he had not said it quietly or softly at all. he had that tone in his voice ( desperate and wild and scared for her ). that look in his eyes. she doesn't even need to glance away from the corpses or unfocus from the onslaught of perishing consciousnesses to know it. she knows him. magnolia blinks. bloodied tears clear from her vision enough for her to flicker her eyes up at jack and see him CLEARLY.

magnolia moves a hand away from her temple and reaches for him. her fingertips brush his cheek. her pupils begin to recede, the blackness softening. it's only for a moment. her expression hardens, her own mind splintering and emotions so frayed that she knows it is leaking everywhere, pushing itself in every being around her it can find. and still its not enough. it will never be enough so long as the world wants to rip them apart.

@herbtm​ sent: [ TIMID ]  the submissive partner getting self conscious and covering their face,  laughing softly at the intensity.   + jack @nverdied​.

         love is not a gift magnolia ever thought she would have in abundance.  in fact,  for a rather long time,  she thought she would never have any at all.  but that has changed since knowing gaea and jack.  what hasn’t,  and perhaps never will,  is her ravenous hunger to consume and be consumed,  fueled by affection,  increased by lust.  all those years without is easily made evident by the manner in which she behaves when she has the two of them all to herself like this.  she can hardly keep her hands  (  and mouth  )  off of either one.  though,  the attention is particularly honed in on gaea in this moment.  sitting with the woman’s head in her lap,  one hand at her face and the other at a breast,  she has a perfect view to watch jack on the other end equally losing himself in her  (  both figuratively and literally  ).  the only thing better than watching that hungry look in his eyes when he is on top of herself is getting to watch him between her thighs with that same fervor,  always one second away from losing control. 

he never does...but he could.  and sometimes she finds that more arousing than she should.  

the brief mental image has her fingers tightening around gaea’s nipple.  the gesture wins her one of those sweet sounds from the beauty’s lips and the next time she pinches,  it is with much more purpose.  a wicked grin arises to her features.  magnolia tilts her head down to look into her lover’s face.  the hand cradling her head moves,  fingers dancing over her forehead and along her temples to soak up every bit of that delicious,  blissful energy radiating from her.  something jack is doing with his mouth must be just right because the pressure of her fingers working at gaea’s nipple paired with his own efforts draws an even better sound from her.  magnolia can immediately sense the way extra warmth must be rising to gaea’s cheeks.  her own smile grows more sweet and affectionate when the other woman covers her face.  

''stay tonight.'' - @nverdied​

@nverdied​ reported ❛ did it hurt? ❜