#shapeshyft

Family dinner.

That sounds so strange, so unknown to Kurt.

Sure, he had family dinners with the Szardos but these were rather different and, his memory has stored enough good parts but not enough to compensate for the bad.

Margali made sure they didn’t.

Stefan and Jimaine didn’t help either.

And, should he call Raven and Irene family? He doesn’t know. What he used to think and feel about them has changed but it’s extremely far from what it should be or, at least what Raven would have wanted?

Well, he doesn’t know what she wants. He knows she did want him and that healed a few pieces of his broken heart however, as much as he could try, he also knows Raven is an expert in lying, in manipulating, and, and…

No, don’t go there.

You promised to yourself to give them a chance.

“Ach sorry, I didn’t know you want me to have dinner with you.” He smiles, the smile is genuine despite that turmoil of thoughts.

“Where are we going?”

"I promise you that I won't see Silvija Sablinova while pretending I'm you. Promise, promise." No way to misinterpret that...

"Uh huh..."

Let's pretend I believe you so I see what you have to say next.

after-action patch-up starters

He saw no point in debating the claim, finding it to be an appropriate approximation of events as they had each just experienced-- albeit from different sides. As such, from his spot upon the wall, talons buried in brick for purchase, he takes the scorn received with grace, shoulders shrugging in the manner of an apology, but the sentiment fails to reach the tip of his tongue, going unsaid.

"Just doing my job here. Feel free to hate me if you wish." The response was something provided last minute, covering for the uncertainty that Miguel had felt over his role in this era, the longer that he remained stuck in the past. Thwarting crimes had felt like an appropriate choice to gravitate towards, a calling that was both familiar and distracting enough to take his mind off the situation brewing back home in his absence.

"You took a significant tumble back there. Are you able to walk?" By rights, he knows he should be down on the ground, helping the stranger in rising back to their feet, injured in the bedlam that had erupted from the attempted bank robbery. Attempted, because he had already strung up the would-be thieves in question, until the authorities arrived. Nonetheless, something about the stranger had seen him express caution instead, content to speak from his elevated position for now, until he can gather more details.

She glances up from the display case she's leaning over, bright eyes fixing on the person on the OTHER side. Behind the glass is a small stone carved thin - a jade chip the size and shape of a CICADA . It's a Chinese artifact from the Bronze Age, believed to grant a decedent immortality when placed on a corpse's tongue. But of course nothing that might SUGGEST that the museum had no right to display pieces stolen from desecrated graves would ever be written on the information placard.

Haven rolls her eyes at the STERILE language used instead. "Han Dynasty, 1500 BCE" she reads aloud. "Insect carved in jade. Bet it tastes like a green apple Jolly Rancher."

bad day // accepting.

In acts of war, sometimes, one must be patient. He would wait, patiently, plot destruction. His generals would gather in their masses, rally before dawn, he was sure of it. So what was there left to do, but wait.

This place was hot. Could feel the sweat in his hair, even though it was night. He had always ran cold. Couldn't stand the heat, when he was a boy. Now, he was more than willing to stew in his spite for a while. Lick his wounds. Doom would not allow himself to feel defeat for long.

"What will you do," asked in contemplation from the shadows, crouched in the corner, examining the night sky out the bars, "when we are free?" It was inevitable, he knew her to be a formidable mutant, even if she was simply a pilot fish, who would reap the spoils of his imminent escape.

Kendall sliced into his red snapper and glanced out the window. Asiate hadn’t been one of the places that he had frequented when he hung out with the rich and famous. He preferred smaller places on the Upper East Side where a person could slip into some kind anonymity rather than a fancy restaurant with views of Manhattan. Still, he had to admit that it was nice enough and, for lunch, it was anonymous enough.

“So,” he said to the woman sitting across from him and whom he was meeting for the first time.  “What do you think of that ahi tuna? Is it any good?”

unprompted asks | happily accepting <3

"Mmm..." He narrows his eyes.

"Why?"

Let's face it, he is incredibly suspicious.

"So you can tell me you won't see Silvija pretending you're me?"