#omnibusest

Xe regarded a painting of little people with insect wings, dancing among flowers. “Well... That’s not very accurate, is it?” xe commented idly to a patron near xem. 

“ you shouldn’t be here. ”  or maybe sabrina just doesn’t want edmund in her woods, she doesn’t trust him as far as a mortal could throw him, and she’s entirely sure that’s on purpose. he reminds her too much of a snake, ironic considering her parentage, and she’s had enough of uninvited guests making their way to greendale.

PSD Credit 

[ This ship would be on fire the moment it leaves port and would be accompanied by the sounds of its crews anguished screaming, but I’m 100% fucking here for it. ]

“ funny, I was going to say the same to you. ” 

"You’re not exactly what I was looking for, but I suppose you’ll have to do.” 

“ then go away, ”  it’s not often that natasha snaps, keeping her cool is one of the things that has made her such a prized possession for intelligence groups all across the globe. she functions well under pressure, she keeps her head, she gets shot and keeps moving. but she can feel herself losing blood fast, too fast, and she’s frustrated and she just needs two minutes of quiet to deal with it — a privilege she may not be granted, which only adds to her frustration.  “ I’m sure you have something better to do. ”

     Slumping near the edge of the wall, just barely concealed into the dark, she watched people pass by as quiet little whispers told her to reach out and drag them back. She wanted more, she always did, but she resisted the spark in her muscles that wanted to act on the impulse. It wasn’t until she heard someone behind her, close, familiar, that she was partially pulled from her dangerous little high as she rolled her head back over her shoulder to offer a bloodstained grin to the man. “Hello,” she purred deep in her chest, “care for a lick?”