> many hands make light work

♚ amara silver ♚ fem!leonard mccoy ♛ brenshaw ♛ tony stark ♛ leonard mccoy ♛ toothless ♛ WALL-E ☣ the stars ☣ the engineers pick your poison, but make sure you have the antidote ready. -7 GMT | canada | threads open

[iansmolderholic]

[msirisgrey]

The telepath’s features are stone cold, struggling to keep a normal expression- she wasn’t going to break down in front of this stranger that happened to look like Silver. She refused. 

”..we. For almost four years.”

Iris took slow, long breaths. When the messenger had disappeared, she knew that things would be different. Silver had told her about how her vessel would die, or the Stars would find out what they were doing and somehow get their revenge. 

But she never thought… out of all of the things… this. 

”..sure. Go ahead.” She wasn’t afraid, knowing that something inside that person who looked like Silver wouldn’t hurt her. At at this point, she didn’t entirely care either way.

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

[ Even though the permission is marked by hesitance, it's still permission. Silver kneels to the ground, well within her little box of starlight, and bows her head, the marker becoming visible as a tangled skein of blue-black yarn, the color of the space between the stars.

She works her way carefully through Iris's song, picking out the pieces of her own melody, and matches the information together, careful not to hurt Iris too much with her rummaging around. Silver finds the answers she expects to find, the stories and the way that the melodies became codependent on each other before hers shatters, becoming replaced with something dark and sinister.

It's an empty feeling, getting her answers, because there are no memories of her former self to back them up. She feels hollow when she looks up, light in her eyes subsiding, and she takes in a shaky breath, hands quivering on her thighs. ]

     Did I hurt you? Stars, Iris, I'm so sorry.

[msirisgrey]

Iris nods, trying to put up her emotional wall, knowing that needed to happen before she fell apart. “..yes. Very, very important” she replied strongly, which contrasted with her frail and slightly shaking frame.

The telepath could feel the difference, the amount of things that were lost between them. The warmth, the smile, the strong support that was Silver was gone. This woman looked like her messenger, but was most definitely not her. Not the one she’d come to love. The one she intended on marrying. 

”..you probably did because we-” She didn’t bother finishing the statement, the rest of Silver’s words silencing her before she consciously thought to stop. Iris stared at Silver, her body going suddenly cold at the realization that she couldn’t get her love back.

Silver had been stripped away, brought back to the blank slate Iris had first met. The apology didn’t even register. It didn’t matter. 

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

[ Silver makes another sharp sound, arms crossing, cursing the barrier for the first time she could remember. It's punishment for some crime she'd committed, her cage during the nights, and she lets out a short breath through her nose, features softening. ]

     We?

[ She looks heavenward, slurs against her gods passing through her lips soundlessly, and then looks back to Iris, chewing her bottom lip. ]

    May I...

[ For the first time in a long time, she's unsure of how to frame her request. Maybe it's because it comes from her, and not from her Stars. ]

    Do I have permission to seek the answers for myself? It might be easier on you than if you tell me.

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

+2

[missameliapondd]

And how do you guys like to be entertained? I am a Doctor, I am not super exciting or knowledgeable on how to entertain people unless it is sexually.

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

    Humans keep Us entertained. By that definition, you yourself are entertaining.

    If you are a doctor, maybe you can tear apart other members of your species for Us. That would keep Us entertained for long.

[msirisgrey]

”..of course I know who you are.” Iris swallowed, trying to remain calm. She wanted to spring up and wrap her arms around the messenger- pull her into a hug and never let her go. But something about her felt different now; she wasn’t the same person, to some extent or another. Something wasn’t right.

The telepath eased herself off of the couch, taking a step or two toward her, fighting the immediate urge to kiss her. It had been so long since she’d seen Silver, heard her thoughts… the mental connection between them had been torn apart.

"Do you…" Iris hesitated, a heaviness settling in her chest. "..do you remember me?"

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

[ She cants her head, catching her bottom lip uncertainly, that same emotion reflected in her eyes as her human form ripples. ]

    You were important to me, at one time. Very important.

[ A shade of a grin colors her lips, and Silver shifts from side to side in the small amount of room that she's given, hands clasping and unclasping in front of her, face etched in discomfort. ]

    I left something here that would lead me to you. I confess, however, that I am unaware as to why I did so. At the mission's end, they called me back and wiped my memory, but I'm assuming that my former self was smart enough to leave these markers.

[ She's good enough at reading humans now that she knows the female needs a hug. Silver makes a short, sharp sound of frustration, glancing back at the sky. ]

    I'm sorry.

[msirisgrey]

She’d been in her apartment for hours, sitting on the couch and thinking. Remembering. Missing.

It had been light when she sat down initially, but it had since gotten so dark, and the telepath wasn’t even phased. Iris was empty, and was on the edge of losing all control over herself. She didn’t care. But in the past hour something had made itself known; a flicker of a memory. Something familiar. For a moment, Iris felt alive. 

She stayed put, silently tracking the echo of a memory, a person. And immediately she knows who it is, but is loathe to jump to conclusions. She doesn’t want her damn heart broken again. 

But her thoughts are soothed when she sees the familiar starlight- the blue hues ingrained deep in her memory.

"…Silver?"

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

    Yes?

[ She paces to the edge of the light, toes hitting the edge, blocked from going further by that damn invisible barrier. Silver looks up, eyes dimming somewhat, focusing on the small figure in front of her.

There's a whisper of a name there, if she just reaches out to it. But she's still curious. Silver wants answers from the marker herself, not forcing answers from the silent song that almost every single mortal she's come across can't hear.

It's lonely, sometimes. ]

    I'm guessing you know who I am.

[msirisgrey]

It was quiet. And it was dark. 

The telepath was so, so alone.

But her friends were gone, her family long since moved on. Everyone had left her, and now she truly understood what loneliness was. Even with the voices of New York City around her, Iris didn’t feel any better. Those people didn’t know her, they didn’t care; as far as they were concerned, she didn’t even exist.

So for another night, the telepath sat alone. Hoping for something that would never come. Something as simple as a friend.

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

[ It seems like her whole life, as of late, comprises of chasing markers-- one that she'd laid down before her mission's end, on the off chance that her deities had ruled that she was to return to Terra to tie up the remaining loose ends. And how many loose ends had she left behind? Too many people knew who she was, she who should have walked in secrecy, and it galls her to think of herself as so... innocent.

But this marker shines dull. If not curious, she is nothing. So Silver touches down above the marker, shimmering into starlit existence by the light of her deities, and looks down at her outfit, deciding that it's good enough. Whisper-quiet, she pads across the concrete roof of the apartment building in New York City, looking for the marker below her, facial features fuzzy whenever she passes through shadow, and she catches the fire escape and begins to descend slowly, sixth sense perked and aimed on the marker.

She wonders why this marker, of all things, shines dull, and not bright like the rest of the points left to her new person. 

She shimmies through the window, passing through the glass like it's made of air, and stands in the starlight, lit eyes scanning the room, unable to move past the starlight that governs her movement. ]

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

+2

    You're new.

[ Yeah, that grin's definitely cheeky. ]

    Can I help you with something?

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

kindred souls | +darknesswithintherose

[darknesswithintherose-blog]

As much as Aurora wanted to drop the subject and let the woman be on her way, she couldn’t. There was something about her that was strange. And she couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad kind of strange. Her lucky guess was something more than a lucky guess. The woman didn’t hesitate before she said it, and when she did she was surprised with herself. As if she wasn’t suppose to know her name. 

Aurora was determined to find out how she knew it.

"But—" She started saying keeping up with the woman through the busy streets, " Aurora isn’t exactly a common name." She should know, she’s lived through centuries and Aurora was a very rare name to come across. "So for you to come up with the name Aurora from a guess seems highly strange." If anything, now a days more common names like Amber or Brittany would have been been assumed than Aurora. 

She noticed the brunette rub her forehead in what looks like to be pain. Violet eyes looked over the woman as she furrowed her brows. “Are you alright?” Aurora asked her, having the subject of her name placed to the side for a bit. 

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

"I'm fine," she murmurs, pitching her voice loud enough to carry through the crowds, instinctively moving towards another shaded park. The bubble of song trails her, reminding her that she's got a tail, and Silver grits her teeth. "Aurora--" There's that name again-- "Don't worry about a stranger, please. I'm fine."

She flashes her teeth in a rictus of a grin, side-eyeing the blonde as the song fades. "It's not a common name, no. But your eyes remind me enough of the Northern Lights that it seemed fitting. I reiterate that it was just a coincidence that it happened to be your name. No magic here." Silver leads them into the silence of trees, crossing against the crowds, and stops in the shadow of a tree, arms folding. "So you don't have to worry."

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

man down | +themisguidedsaints

[themisguidedsaints-deactivated2]

The smallest crease in his brow deepened when she began to talk about songs. Taking the statement literally, Ari glanced backwards over his shoulder a moment, thinking that maybe one of the others had left their radio on or something. How that could’ve passed unnoticed, he would never know… But in the dead silence of the apartment, he knew that couldn’t be the answer. So he only stepped farther aside to let her in, trying not to focus in on the fact that she had considerably paled at the slip of the word “song.” Trying not to focus in on the fact that yet another person was hiding things that were probably very important from him.

Turning away, he briefly broke eye contact with her to shut the door, carefully locking each lock… Even though there was only a total of two: the knob and the dead lock. But it was totally because he was trying to be meticulous with protection, not try to avoid the real conversation at hand, right?

Quietly breathing a slow exhale to himself, he nodded once at her words before shifting his gaze to her. Momentarily, he paused, taking in her appearance for a moment, before slowly shaking his head in response.

“No. Not for a while.” Ari walked slowly toward her. Then, as if regretting the decision, diverted his path towards the living room. The coffee table. Something to distract himself. “He left maybe a month ago on some… trip.” As the words left his lips, he suddenly realized how vague and silly his explanation was. But, with a further crease, he tried not to mentally pursue it again. That was a migraine that was probably not at all worth his time.

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

She tries not to let the sound of the locks hitting home jar her too much, but Silver flinches minutely, eyelashes creasing as she closes her eyes, trying to steady her breathing and her pounding heart. Her attention moves from Aramis's hands to the wall behind him, and Silver tugs off her boots as he walks past her, the unwilling leader, and her lips quirk reflexively as she trails behind him.

"Trip." Oh, there are so many things she could say to that. Silver's lips press together, eyebrows furrowing further, and she tucks her hands behind her, nestling into her scarf, stilling her tongue. The word echoes around her, Roman's song testifying to the furthest stretches of that truth, and Silver can't really call Aramis out on it. He's too strong, and she's still too tired, to confront him. 

So, instead, she settles. "I see." Silver tastes the words, lets then go, and then nods decisively, perching on one of the arms of the furniture in the room, casting her senses out. Diplomacy means she can't really argue with him, and she settles into companionable silence, not sensing the sheer awkwardness of the situation, eyes dimly lit from within as she searches the apartment for information on its tenants, but keeping her gaze on Aramis.

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

man down | +themisguidedsaints

[themisguidedsaints-deactivated2]

With skill granted from experience — both good and bad — with people, Ari had, over time, developed an innate sense of reading expression. Perceptive, he had always been subconsciously good at knowing something about the inner thoughts and feelings swimming within the vessels of most others he came into contact with. Whether it was because he had always been a visual person from the start or if it was an ability he was just more receptive of, the end result was still the same: the ability to pick up on subtle shifts in emotions and it was no different in this situation, where there was a shift in expression barely perceptible to his conscious mind, but enough that his mind was curious as to what was going on. An awakening of the subconscious as it were… though that gentle flare of green swimming through her blue and silver hues might’ve been a clue too.

“No.” Internally, he winced, realizing how rude he was being. Naturally, he wasn’t like this and it bothered him that he could be so off-centered by the absence of his brother (at least, that was what he was currently blaming). It also didn’t help that he felt the inner beast of his beginning to stir right beneath his heart. As of late, it had been more easily agitated and it bothered him that it was. But those were thoughts to be tucked away for consideration at another point. Wanting to apologize instead, he amended, “To be honest, he hasn’t been around for a while. Not to my knowledge, anyway.” As vague as the answer was, it was the only thing that he could give her.

Momentarily, thoughts and others things to add flickered through his mind but they were halted when the hood was finally off. Always a visual person, he had felt a little perturbed by his inability to see her eyes or the finer features of her face, but during the conversation that had so far passed between the two of them, he tried not to let that get to him.

“Why don’t you come in,” he finally offered, the slightly ajar lips of his setting into proper motion at last. “If you really need to, maybe I can relay the message to him.”

Wherever in Heaven, Hell, and Earth he is.

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

"Oh?" Her head cants to the left; Silver's eyes dart from Aramis's face to the area around them, testing the air. "His song says--"

Oops. She blanches, looking down to her hands, and then back up to him, nodding. "Sure. That would be lovely." Already, she's crossing the threshold, one foot in the doorway, and she steps past him into the entranceway, pulling her hood fully off of her hair.

Curls tumble over her shoulders, mahogany in color. Silver tucks them back, looking back to Aramis, a smile tugging at her lips. The marker is still strong, ever present even though the visible manifestation of the thread is gone, and she looks around, back in her element of observation, cataloguing things in her mind. There's a taste of desolation in the air, stronger now that she's in the current of music, and Silver goes back to listen to Aramis's song, eyebrows furrowing as she starts to listen more in depth.

"He hasn't been here for some time, hasn't he?" She chews on her bottom lip, confidence dwindling, wondering not for the first time if this is a mistake. 

[thelittledarkcat]

Mind meld. Bones and Spock. Destruction of Vulcan aftereffects au. Spock is not used to being alone inside his head. Bones tries to help. Rough Sketches. ♥♥♥

- “C’mon darlin’! Listen to me! Do you hear me?! God, I know that you’re hurting, fuck you are shaking like a leaf and you are radiating distress signs in the size of China but it will stop if you meld with me! I promise! There’s no need to be alone in that Vulcan mind of yours so come in, sweetheart. Come in. I’ll make the pain stop. I promise darlin’. I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. So come in.”

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

+2

[kirk-jamestiberius-archive-blog]

[Jim sucked in a breath, pursing his lips as he glanced around them. He knew he was right- this had to be where Spock’s home world once was.] 

”..You’re domain? This is open space, the ruins of a planet… no one owns it.”

[He took a few steps forward, more to ease his mind than make any headway.] "It’s so much more than important- it was where my husband’s damn planet used to be.”

[Jim cut his thoughts short, heart pounding in his chest- perhaps mentioning Spock wasn’t the best choice around this guy. Who knew.] 

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

     We created it.

[ There's another laugh, this one distinctly amused, and the Engineer steps forward, withdrawing one of its hands to trail it on Kirk's shoulder. ]

    It is, by all rights, Ours. The Stars think they own it, and allow their pets to roam it. 

    But We know the truth.

[ Spindly fingers withdraw, and the Engineer steps away, gliding backwards. ]

    Planets die. It is the reality. Nothing solid can remain. In the end, the Universe will be gone. And it will be Ours again.

[odunson-a]

"I’m fine, Bones." "The hell you are.”

"I’m fine."

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

+duxpathos

[ Yeah, okay, so maybe he's a little pissed. ]

    Jim, you missed your appointment. Again.

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

+2

[kirk-jamestiberius-archive-blog]

"Yeah, I asked where?”

[He tried to act like the laughing didn’t phase him, like the darkness of it’s tone didn’t chill him to the bone. Jim focuses on the robed figure, his jaw set and eyes confident- he hides his fear well.] 

"I’m a traveler, an explorer.. I was never great with star charts."

 [But, to appease his host, he looked around them- he could identify a few constellations, and the realization suddenly hit him. He knew exactly where they were.] 

”..this is where Vulcan was, before it was destroyed.. isn’t it?”

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

    It could be.

[ The figures gives a noncommittal shrug, seven-fingered hands moving to tuck themselves into its robes. ]

    It is also Our domain. Human names mean nothing to Us. It is simply a location. A place of importance, at one point in this universe's history.

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

+2

[missameliapondd]

I don’t really know. How would you be able to help, and what are you helping with?

[asolutionforeverything-blog]

[ They make an aborted sound, a shrug vocalized. ]

    We're not quite sure. We could do much, if you would keep Us entertained.