#warstarted

“ Well — it kind of all depends on where you are, if what you’re changing is the past or the future. I mean, your future is probably my past. ” Seeing as how she was born in the year 6012, most of the places and times she’d been to were technically in the past. While the other looked humanoid there was something about the situation that made her think otherwise, a little fizz in the air she’s come to associate with time travel.

❝ i used to think there would never be a time where i’d tell myself: alright, elsie, you’ve had enough adventuring, haven’t you? and the longer i’m doing this sort of thing, the more i worry that i was right. by all rights, i should be exhausted of all this. and here i am -- about to waltz right into another thing. ❞    /  @warstarted​.  

         TIRED EYES LIFT FROM HIS PAPERWORK.   an amused smile accompanies, because usually he’s the one having to get rick to try to sleep. casey doesn’t sleep much anymore anyways ------ it’s been far too long since a night passed without hands around throats.   “i’ve got to get this done so asher can handle the deal in the morning. i don’t trust him to actually handle numbers, he is SO MUCH BETTER at talking.”   he stifles a yawn, pushing his hair out of his face.   “you’re pretty hypocritical, rick. you don’t have an excuse to stay up.” 

> I’m bored , are you in need of a partner in crime for the evening?

Rebekah could not with hold the unlady like snort she gave at his words. How was it, that of all her siblings, she was the one constantly put on babysitting duty? “A Kol Mikaelson who’s not an utter dumb ass?” Rebekah hummed, her head tilted to the side in mock contemplation, “You’re right, I don’t think the world is quite ready for that one brother.” 

“I don’t need your advice,” Rebekah snapped, the points of her teeth nearly shifted into monstrous canines, “I’m perfectly capable of punishing those who’ve wronged me on my own.” 

    “ i really don’t like you. you know that, don’t you? ”        there’s no way he doesn’t. this isn’t the first time she’s told him. it won’t be the last, unless this does go horribly wrong and she doesn’t make it out. that’s a somewhat likely outcome but she’s trying not to think about it. she channels all her feelings into the annoyed look she throws his way.

       THE BEER RESTS IN his hand, though he knows it does absolutely nothing to him --- a lightning strike made sure of that. Still, he takes a sip, eyebrow raised at the other man.   “You know, you could have told me you flirted with my brother before you did me.”   The words are clearly teasing, but Barry was so HEAD OVER HEELS for Oliver Queen that Nate knew he’d never even look at Rick. It was more amusing than anything else.   “And, I had to get an earful from him when I told him I was going out with you. He’s no fun.”