#vespert1nes

Sally found her son's recent passion for wearing seemingly his entire hoodie collection a little odd. Not that he wasn't prone to wearing them before but right before bed and first thing in the morning was a little strange. For awhile she thought it might be something comfort related, he'd been through too much and it seemed reasonable. Who was she to question what made her son happy, she was just happy he was back. But as all teenagers with a secret are prone to do, one day her son who apparently thought he was being clever, slipped up. One long sleeved shirt that was a little too big slid up his arm with a stretch and she zeroed right in. The pan she'd previously been holding with the offer of blue pancakes was dropped to the counter as she stalked over like a woman possessed.

Sally grabbed Percy's arm wrenching it towards her as she stared at the tattoo no... brand on his precious skin. The precious skin that she'd grown on her precious son who she'd tenderly and lovingly raised for years. One who she was mere moments away from murdering after she'd tearfully welcomed him back. With it she broke her one sworn rule that she held true to for all the time in which she'd raised him. No matter how frustrated she got around him or even with him, she'd never once cursed at him, in front of him or even near him. "What the fuck is that." Her voice flat and hard as she fought the urge to let go, grab him by the shoulders and shake him. She didn't even know how he'd legally gotten a tattoo or when or why he'd be possessed to tattoo his father's emblem of all things and some weird lines and numerals.

@vespert1nes

SO FRANTIC WERE HIS MOVEMENTS, HE ALMOST INPUTTED HER NUMBER INCORRECTLY. Such carelessness wasn't typical of him - but circumstances were unfolding quickly, and there was now the potential for very personal implications.

THE DIAL TONE RANG - AND RANG. Hunched over his desk, the fingers of his free hand briefly tapped impatiently against his desk. Come on...

AND THEN, SHE ANSWERED. At the confirmation that she was, in fact, home, his stomach swooped with something unpleasant.

❝ Mary-Jane? It's Egon. No time to explain. I need you to evacuate your apartment complex immediately. ❞

@vespert1nes ( percy ) / starter call

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃  𝐀𝐈𝐍’𝐓  𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘. that’s  maybe  the  one  good  thing  verso  has  going  for  him  as  of  late:  the  world  isn’t  COMPLETELY  falling  to  pieces  around  him.  old  foes  might  be  rearing  their  heads  and  reminding  him  of  his  own  mortal  follies,  sure,  but  he  can  SURVIVE  that.  in  the  past  week  alone,  he’s  dealt  with  three  different  empousas  who  remembered  his  face  —  and  unfortunately  the  taste  of  his  blood  —  from  tartarus.  they  were  sent  right  back  where  they  belong,  of  course,  and  not  a  word  of  it  was  spoken  to  any  particular  party.  

why  should  it  ??  he’s  VERSO  SACHS.  betrayer,  delver  of  tartarus,  lost  son  of  zeus  and  all  the  gods  WORST  NIGHTMARE  made  human.  the  last  thing  anyone  needs  is  for  him  to  start  running  his  mouth  about  how  bad  he  has  it.  

besides,  he  knows  how  to  cope.  the  sting  of  vodka  against  the  walls  of  his  throat  tells  him  so.  

just imagine yourself curled up by a big old space heater. ( mary jane to peter ^-^ )

❝ mmh, that sounds so good right about now. ❞

he sighs, longing. though the spider powers were burdensome in more ways than one, one of the more persuasive ways was this unrelenting and unbearable weakness to the cold. a chill he could handle, but the snow of a new york winter had his bundling up like he was preparing for a trip to antarctica. could be worse, though. he could be swinging through the streets of new york in nothing but his spandex and a beanie and scarf combo that only did so much to warm him up. he really ought to install some more thermoregulators into his suit . . . he saves the thought for later, instead snuggling into his hoodie a bit more and giving @vespert1nes a smile warmer than he was feeling. at least she a lit bit of pity and sympathy for him.

❝ you make me sound like a cat. how about we settle for some hot chocolate for now ? the space heater can wait a little bit longer. ❞

ᯓ things done with a cigarette ᵎᵎ

what a pretty kitty.

she'd arranged for this meeting to happen. every step of the way, every turn of selina's day had led up to this very moment; the two of them, bumping into one another on a swing set. well, selina had been the one to idle there. nostalgia, probably, something to do with a few childhood memories - maybe there was comfort to be found.

playground's wood chipped bedding crunches beneath the feet of someone new, head whipping around to get a view of who it could possibly be. a stranger to her, their whistle low and bored as the swing besides her is claimed as theirs.

head is kept low, gaze purposefully avoided, adelaide doing her best to keep up a soft appearance. ❝ ain't mind if i sit wit'chu', do y', gorgeous? ❞ not like she would be going anywhere now that she was here. besides; curiosity killed the cat and all that.

pants pocket is reached into, a pack of cigarettes retrieved for her leisure. bottom is slapped against her palm a few times, lighter plucked from suit coat. the silence between them is shattered by selina, questioning if she should really be leaving a trail of second hand smoke where children would play.

a chuckle. ❝ this is gotham, honey. them kids breathe in worse on the walk home. ❞ stick is lit, sitting snug between her teeth. the light fire creates is dim, but highlights her sickening features. selina shifts. the cat was going to make her escape. adelaide couldn't allow that. she'll cut to the chase.

throat clears. previously mentioned smoke is puffed into the air, neck craning to face her head on. ❝ y'er boyfriend, princess. he's in'a reaaaaal load'a trouble. ❞ then they should be bothering him, not her.

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"Dude, I just said not to apologize." Bianca rolls her eyes. Talking to Percy feels a little like being in detention. Nothing is technically wrong, she's not in any danger, but there's still discomfort and embarrassment. She takes to the feeling as awkwardly as she does anything else.