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❝ 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐓. 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐒. ❞ // 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐕 <𝟑 @willowbent — uncharted
❝ 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍’ 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓? ❞ He won’t lie: these stretches of being apart ain’t easy, and this time? It’s on him, because he’s got an interview he’s gotta chase down in Los Angeles. Still, right now? He grins and tugs her close, squeezing her rear with both hands. ❝ See, I just figured that was a given. An understood fact. ❞
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ACT I ── TIME: 2:13 PM. LOCATION: IN A NEAR EMPTY DIVE BAR. DISPOSITION: LONGING, APPREHENSIVE, CONFLICTED. ACT II ── REGARDING: OLD MEME. STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING.
the sentiment of victory tastes sweeter than anything else; it invokes a certain animation from her, a loosening of her normal severity. so she does take up his offer for a drink following the successful mission, and now, as they sit flush side by side at the bar whose patrons were slowly dwindling down, she feels her chest tightening with anxiousness of anticipation. she turns her head just so, cerulean gaze which has now considerably softened around the edges glues itself on him. her fingers are tightly curled around her now empty glass; she waits for @willowbent‘s inevitable words, the gentle hand on her flattened forearm.
❛ stay with me, please. ❜
despite the fact that she’d been waiting to hear those words all night long, her heart still catches in her chest ── a skipped beat; like the sheer shock of reality unfolding had stricken her. her gaze has already answered for her: yes, i’ll stay with you tonight. take me home. but there comes the voice of reason. ‟ sir, we’ve had a lot to drink . . . ” she swallows hard. ‟ i don’t know if it would be the best idea. ” then why was she drifting dangerously close now, face merely hovering inches from jack’s.
"uhhhhh if there's no wizards then what's god?" ( from emma shdksljhfkjf SORRY I HAD TO )
“. . .an alien.“
ACT I ── TIME: 10:24 PM. LOCATION: YASEMIN’S APARTMENT. DISPOSITION: WEARISOME, FATIGUED, DRAMATIC. ACT II ── REGARDING: PLOTTED STARTER. STATUS: ACCEPTING.
the precipice of action . . . how easily it feels like a sinking venom, burning down her throat and into the pit of her stomach. god, the temptation to slink back into her bedroom and lock the door behind her creeped into her stream of thoughts ── but she was a realist; she knew how this would go. but she won’t go down without a fight! she never did. ‟ oh come on pen, ” the sigh of a great tempest, heavily touching down to the fragile earth. she peers onwards at the impeccably dressed @willowbent before her and then, just as swiftly, to her own attire: a paint - stained t - shirt and shorts. she supposes it could be worse.
‟ i’ve had such a long week, i really don’t feel like going out and listening to all that ── unce, unce, unce, unce. ” there she goes, bobbing her head as elegantly as a stumbling chicken.
ACT I ── TIME: 10:46 PM. LOCATION: YASEMIN’S APARTMENT, ON THE COUCH. DISPOSITION: LONGING, APPREHENSIVE, CONFLICTED. ACT II ── REGARDING: OLD MEME. STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING.
there is something so tender about watching someone sleep. the gentle rise and fall of chest, the way lines of face furrow and disappear like a wading bay, the comfort one must possess to be such vulnerable state. she doesn’t mean to sit there watching him, but the subdued snores flitting from his half - open mouth have somewhat distracted her from the documentary still flashing across her television screen. a tender smile, soft in demeanour and nearly hidden in the pink flesh, is one @willowbent often drew from her. and when colt rouses from sleep, slowly and steadily, she has a few moments to draw her gaze back to the television; casually, in a not so panicked way that would alarm him to what she’d just been doing seconds ago.
❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜
‟ just for twenty minutes or so. i warned you that you might find this boring but you did insist! ” she’s already holding up her hands in defeat, creating defences for her perhaps boring choice ── but it was her rightful turn to choose! ‟ um, if you want you could just stay over if you’re too tired to drive home. i wouldn’t want you to be falling asleep at the wheel. ” try to not sound so hopeful, yas.
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captain feels laughter leaving his throat but it's short-lived . shoulders jumping just for a second before he slowly nods his head . " wow , i mean ... i sure have heard the opposite of compliments before but that's a new one . " though , he's hardly bothered by it , smiles it off . like he always does . because he's steve rogers and even on his worst days he's going to be the best that he can . " i guess i'm just human after all but be assured , it's all good . i'm fine . " always fine . always good . always easier to smile the things away than to worry anyone around him with the thought that the captain might buckle .
" you look dreadful . " @willowbent
muse : chrysafenios .
chrysafenios’ steps are quiet , across hallways of babylon . he takes his time to gaze in rio’s direction , from a distance . he’s lucky ajak hasn’t caught him yet , the admiration in brown eyes , the foolish smiles characteristic of their early stages . call it love , infatuation , he doesn’t care what he feels . all he knows , his heart is at peace he walks up behind her , copper & lavender glimmering in the sun as his head creeps over her shoulder . chrysafenios’ hands slide from her shoulders down until fingers are interlocked & guided upwards : their joined powers making plants & golden weaves bloom in front of them . he presses a kiss to the side of her head .
❝ hi . ❞
@willowbent . aurea .
muse : kingo .
❝ y’know , you’re a human now . you need to stop taking stupid risks . ❞ the eternal sighs , softly dabbing the humid piece of gauze against the cuts on her cheekbone . it’s sudden , the change in demeanor , realizing how fragile they were after tiamut . ❝ like , i know he had it coming , but you really should exercise restraint . ❞
@willowbent . sprite .
