#rotlaust

laurie loops michael for 5 gens around killer shack & teabags everytime she vaults window

Hahaha, she chose Volt over those other really cool options because they sounded too fancy for her liking. Maybe Ampere or Ohm would work for a world-class defender like one of the Avengers, but some scrappy teenager? Nah. Volt is short and zappy like a punch to the face (and she has thrown more than one punch in her life.)

Maybe someday she’ll get an alias change if she officially signs on with a team or anything, but for now, she’s Volt and that’s the way she likes it.

FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS 2/5 

How they’d managed to escape an ambush orchestrated by the Thalmor was divine intervention at its best, she was certain, the gods making their presence known by way of impeccable luck. For a moment she had been certain they would be spending the remainder of their evening behind bars. With the manner in which her insolence ran rampant when disrespected she doubted she would make it that far to begin with, doubted they would manage to so much as reach for their chains before she assumed the defensive. And that was precisely what had happened, Lira quick to draw her blade the moment tension moved past annoying to dangerous.

        She would die fighting before she ever allowed anyone to throw her in a cage.

 Despite valiant effort, however, they were greatly outnumbered, and no matter how many bodies hit the ground, more seemed to sprout in their stead. Still they refused to surrender, nearly cornered when the unexpected happened…

  A rock slide. Most likely a trap of some sort triggered nearby. It crushed those who remained and provided them with a chance to escape in the chaos. An opportunity she did not hesitate to accept.

    From a full sprint, she slows in pace, jogging to a complete stop ( and catching her breath ) once they’d put enough distance between themselves and the carnage they’d left behind.

   ❝ Of all the ways in which I imagined that ending, that was the furthest from my mind. ❞ She laughs in disbelief, adrenaline still pumping through her blood stream as she squeezes his torso and coaxes him closer, so she could kiss whichever part of his face she reached first. Whether out of gratitude for her continued freedom or his assistance she couldn’t decide. Possibly both. 

Aaaaahhh, thank you so much for sending these questions over! Great opportunity to flesh Volt out more :D

      Sweat still clings to her brow as the sounds of steel clashing against steel halt, if only for a moment, in the wake of approaching footsteps upon cobblestone. Not uncommon for the grounds of Jorrvaskr at this time of day, but the scent the wind carried with it was one not of her brethren. Yet familiar all the same. Enough so, that she abandons her sparring partner all together, sword still in hand as she advances to meet their unexpected guest. Confusion worn upon pallid visage the moment recognition sets in.

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he shoves her out of the way and it feels like he’s run her through with his blade. the wound inflicted quickly putrefying. in an instant she wedges herself between him and agni once more , patience finally extinguished. she cares little for the brittleness of human bone as she forces him back with all her might. restraint teetering on the edge. she advances and does not stop until his back is against the wall. her body a shield between him and irreparable damage.  

agni needs no one to fight on her behalf but she can not allow this situation to escalate any further , can not stand idly by as her heart rips itself in two. each half vying for the destruction of the other. ❝ enough , please. ❞

gaze meets his in final warning, the fire he’d stoked still burning in her eyes, eyes he says their gods can see through , but her tone is far more pleading  than she’s ever allowed it to be.

                                     do not make her choose , it begs.                                              ‘ you’re all i have left. ’

hands reach up to cup both of his cheeks, forcing him to maintain eye contact. to truly hear and see her. though he has to bend down to do so. gangly thing that he is.

❝ i have had enough of war and death and heartbreak. i would hang my shield up for good if it meant an end to all this suffering. our time here with one another is already so short … we have lost so much… do not ask me to count you amongst the dead. ❞ 

he thinks himself an outsider , not privy to the love she and agni share. that perhaps she is incapable of loving another with the same intensity , the same sincerity —- but he is wrong. her love is infinite. and she loves him as much today as she had when they were still children. there is no time she can recall where he hasn’t held space in her heart.

   SOFT FAMILY THINGS // NO LONGER ACCEPTING 

    she does what she is best at — directing attention away from herself, but she can still feel his eyes upon her. persistent and prying. “ when i was certain i could trust you with so heavy a burden, “ with not only her secrets but her livelihood as well. when she was certain that fear did not govern his heart.  “ would it have made any difference if i had told you sooner ? “ his reaction would still be the same, no ? 

Im on break and the customers are ATROCIOUS, reading abt her picks me up...