Oct 7, 2016
@pluresx
“Don’t throw anything at me, please. I’m not here for work.”
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@pluresx
“Don’t throw anything at me, please. I’m not here for work.”
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❛ you’d be better off having my sister stitch you up. or just anyone else. it’s never had to stitch myself up, or have anyone else stitch me up actually, ❜ an offhanded comment as she bent the thin needle between two fingers, forcing it to curve at the best possible angle ( or at least what she imagined would be the best angle ). kara lowered her glasses down the bridge of her nose; she used her heat vision at it’s point, heating it to the point where it begun to glow orange. hesitation plagued her, hovering just above the open wound. ❛ I literally have no idea what I’m doing. ❜
she debated calling alex, having her say exactly what she should do… but then she’d definitely just come over and do it herself. ❛ here? ❜ she took the nod to be some kind of conformation, and pushed the needle through. ❛ sorry… ❜
@anarchiisms ‣ ɴᴏɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ——accepting.
@pluresx
“Your sisters are going to cause trouble. Especially Morgause.”
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“Alright Mr.---Pendragon?” This had to be some sort of joke. That wasn’t an actual name anymore, was it? Still, she set the file down on the table in front of him, unceremoniously plopping herself into the chair opposite. A quick peak into the file, and, yeah, she was absolutely going to kill someone. It was filled snippets of Arthurian legend, a picture of a sword, a sticky note with Merlin? written on it. But she had a job to do. “Mr. Pendragon, your file says you’ve been in a lake for the last fifteen centuries. Do you have anything to say about that?”