#temerariious

@temerariious asked: miles in the doorway like 🧍🏽‍♂️

BASED ON - mentions: @collectingmuses @cosmicrayed @ismelodrama @universedcrossxed @bothsidesofaquestion @tellemidied

Her Spider sense is tingling while she sat on top of her date's lap. It was her child Miles. Even from a different world, he was still her son. And he is too young to see a sight like this. She turn the lights on from red to a natural glow. She twhips her clothes and quickly covers her SUGGESTIVE CLOTHING. changes from her underwear into her scrubs. PAUSED THE SONG. And made her date escape through the window.

As her son opens the door, his mother smiles.

🕷️ → ❝ Hi mijo~! You're early! I thought you were spending time with your friends this week. ❞

She noticed the blunts on the ash tray, so she thwips it out the window before Miles notices.

Grandma ( @temerariious ) don't listen to Hathor ( @lovereflect ) , she's just a tattletale !!! 🎶 TATTLETALE , TATTLETALE !!!!!

something about tina was infectious. perhaps it was because she was someone born in a world that was falling apart thread by thread. yet she still somehow made things fun. enjoyable. you liked her. even if her bloodlust threw you for a loop sometimes.

❝ which one is that? ❞ you call from the back of the bunker, your voice echoing off the walls. you knew the answer. every bandit leader was captain assface, or something similar to that name. tattered baseball cap throw atop your head and leather jacket thrown across your shoulders, you peek your head out.

your eyes slowly shift upward, towards the stars that glimmer in the night sky. before, this sight would comfort you. it looked like your grandmother's yard on a summer night. now the night only brought dread. a sinking pit in your stomach that felt like lead.

waning gibbous. not wonder a growl had ripped itself from your throat.

black helmet sat comfortably atop your knee as you leaned against your bike. your baby, honestly. only second to zenn. shouting was quick to reach your ears. heightened senses were a bit of a pain during times like this. it was impossible to even try to ignore.

❝ 'fraid not! ❞ you chime back. this was a one time instance. something that you wanted to experience to see if the adrenaline calmed the beast. if anything, it only spoke louder in your ears.

❝ this is a little t' you? ❞ the question spoken lowly, in disbelief and bewilderment. you were dressed in tatters, scraps of clothing that barely hung on by threads. in most cases you'd be embarrassed about your state of undress. this was not most cases. you had somehow gotten out of your chains, which you chalk up to be laetitia's doing.

you're not sure who's car this happened to be. you imagine it belongs to someone that had slighted her in the past. this would likely be written off as an animal attack, a bear most likely. even if bears wouldn't dare be so close to the city. rabid bear. yeah, that made the most sense. all this while you're staring at shattered windows and metal shred into pieces.

unprompted. always accepting. @temerariious.

oh. oh, no. you're using every ounce of your restraint in this moment. your face is turning red and you're white knuckling the hem of your shirt.

this is your right! when an american is faced with a frenchman, it's only instinct! and it spills from your mouth like you were a twelve year old boy.

❝ bouffer these nuts. ❞

it has to be a joke. ciel can tell that the blasted demon finds it funny , eyes watching his reactions carefully. ( " will you stop ? " is the unasked question. " will you break the contract and become just the scared little boy that you are ? dive into your father's loving arms and forgo revenge ? " as if the demon has forgotten their shared wake-up call , that ciel isn't doing all of this for his predecessor and his wife. ).