#supes-up

@supes-up​​​ sent :   “ either i’m careless or i wanna get caught. “ ( howl )

“ so ? which one is it ? ”. a shade of playfulness flashes on her lips —— she leans closer, conspiratory look over her face, as she plants an elbow on the counter and lets her chin rest over her first. blame it on the dull night, here at the pandemonium; a dozen different types of creatures lurking in the corners, finding ways to self-medicate with booze and opioids, and still the day’s drifting through in a washed out, blurry haze of nothing. but present company radiates an aura —— call it mystery, a compelling pull that temporarily lifts her out of her designated role as careful bartender, right into that of the curious bystander. head tilted, a soft inflection of her voice betraying childlike interest. she should perhaps know better than to near any of the bar’s customers ( all creatures of a more or less deadly nature, and she —— a weak, pale, trivial human ). but her chosen way to self-medicate is people, and the stories they offer — the mysteries they hide. smiling, fred muses: “ i’d say you should let me in on the crime first, though. make this story TRULY compelling ”.

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

confussion is perhaps the easiest way to describe what was going inside his head. it was taking him a while to try and carefully comprehend the other’s words, to try and find the SARCASM, the joke on her voice. instead his head tilts lightly to the side, lips parting just before he actually knows what he wants to say. 

“ i don’t know--- IS IT? ”  and much to his own surprise, his words are genuinely filled with curiosity.

          breaking mine and nicky’s heart | nicky.

     He was as pale as a corpse and the dark circles under his eyes were even more prominent. When Charmaine spoke to him he barely reacted, not even with a simple blinking of his eyes. As if the words flew right by him or that he hadn't heard her speak at all. This new reality had hit him hard, and in fact, it hadn't settled with him yet. He didn't, or rather couldn't, understand that it was happening. That Yusuf Al-Kaysani was going to die and not wake up again. The pain in his chest was an aching that made him anxious and restless. He couldn't stop this, not his own grief or the loss of the man that meant everything to him.

          "I need to see him."  There was an attempt at being calm and quiet, the way he was most of the time, but the trembling in his voice was unmistakable. Almost like the sound of a plea, because they were words he had repeated in the last twelve hours. He had been to see Joseph as much as he could be, then been guided out of the room only to return again to make sure that Joseph was still breathing. When Charmaine told him to be the leader he wanted to yell at her. A glare in his eyes was all he ended up pointing at her. How could she tell him to pull it together at a time like this? Even if she was right, he had no interest in what was right. The man he was losing was the very reason he had decided to be a better man, every day since his wrongdoings in the eleventh century.  "Don't say that, don't you speak like he is already gone. I can't ... I won't."

               “Wake   up.”   Two   words   hummed   between   stray   pieces   of   honey   brown.   The   sun   was   setting   -   molten   crest   beyond   towers   of   concrete   and   glass.   “You’re   alive,”   a   second   pair   spoken   with   such   surprise.   For   a   moment.   For   several   -   Mary   had   assumed   the   transformation   hadn’t   taken.   He,   a   heap   of   blood   and   bones   scraped   to   pavement.   He,   an   agent   of   death   now   touched   by   cursed   hands.   Alive   was   far   from   what   he   was   now.   

supes-up asked: “Do you know where I am?”

“UH.” Desandra looks at Clarence’s butt. Really looks at it, like she’s never seen it before. She takes a step to the left, then to the right. A half-circle: nothing predatory about it, simply curious. She’s not really sure how to answer this. “With...difficulty? I dunno. Is this you sayin’ you wanna go shoppin’ for new pants? Er. Tents?” Is that what they’re calling them nowadays? She looks confused. She is confused. 

Des bends down a little to get a better vantage point. 

“It’s a nice — I’m allowed to look, right? It’s a nice ass.” Because it is. Why would she lie about something like that? Clarence could get it, if he wasn’t so busy tripping all over his own feet. “Just take off your pants if you’re feelin’ that confined.” Shrug.  “Nothin’ I haven’t seen before.”