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[boundinmybones]

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[god-of-mischief-here-tada]

the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks and the marks glow when you’re near your soulmate. -boundinmybones

@boundinmybones

Loki was being brought in of course because everyone saw him as a danger still even though what happened wasn’t really his fault. Once he got near Zephine who had helped find him, his mark began glowing and it was a little hard to see with his layers of clothes on but you could see the light peaking out from his sleeve. “Can’t do your jobs yourself so you have to have someone else do it for you?? How pathetic really” he mocked them as his chains started to rattle.

[boundinmybones]

“In truth… I don’t know how well I’ll be able to do it either,” she admitted. She wasn’t acting foolishly optimistic, there was an awareness that this was going to be difficult. It didn’t seem to waiver her determination. Perhaps it was some of that indomitable human spirit Midgardians were known for.

“You gonna be alright?” She asked him, mostly referring to the spear being in the same room as them. “It didn’t mess with you did it?” Her eyes rested on his hands, catching the glimmer of that mark on his forearm. Her own hand absentmindedly rubbed along the back of her neck, where her own mark was. Her fingers searching for a way to be able to find it.

She couldn’t feel anything; no raised skin, no change in texture, not even any warmth coming off of the glow. It was wild to think she had gone well into her adult life not even knowing it was there.

[boundinmybones]

Closed: White Rabbit

@xmultimusesx

Nothing could have been done to prepare for the chaos that morning. One minute the mutant was sharing lunch with a few other squatters hiding in a crevice of the subway station. The next her ears were ringing and she was climbing out from underneath concrete. Dust and smoke made her eyes sting, but she could still see blood strewn about the rubble in the dark. No breathing, no whimpers, all that filled the quiet was groaning metal and crackling wires above.

Overhead an airship, was wedged into the ground, shredded and burning in sporadic areas. The only way out was up and through the vessel. It wasn’t difficult to navigate the torn areas of the hull, plenty of metal for her to springboard off of and hang on to. It was the inner layout that was confusing. It didn’t help how unnerving it all was. The smell of preservative fluids, cleaning supplies, the devices around her. This was a research vehicle, top of the line. Even with it being debris now it was enough to make her skin crawl.

As she attempted to find an exit she was exposed to the menagerie of horror that befell the crew before the ship collided. Whole craters in people’s stomachs, whatever was on this ship was now out, had to keep eyes and ears up. Eyes flickering at the smallest sounds, sparks, she halted hearing footsteps approach from around the corner.

A pair of young men also flinched seeing her, but after a moment one of them spoke up.

“You part of the people that were on this ship?”

With a shake of her head the two approached her with caution.

“She looks hurt,” the other added, “lookit, she’s got blood on her head there.” The taller one came closer. “We got to go find some cargo real quick, but if you come with we can get you some help.”

There was something off about these two. Her senses were humming from the traces of metal around her, and there was a good bit right in front of her. Humans had metal in their bodies but… not that much. “Who are you guys?”

“Oh- I’m Smee, this is Slightly,” he nodded to his friend as she followed them. “What’s your name?”

“Zephine,” she answered, watching Smee look back at her in awe.

“That’s a cool name, sounds like something from a fantasy movie,” he chuckled a bit, leading the way to the front of the ship where they were told they’d find the cargo.

[boundinmybones]

Zephine flashed a meek smile to Kirsch with his idea. The way her nose scrunched up with it suggested she wasn’t so sure about that. However that remained an inside thought. There was some thankfulness that he appeared to be focusing on her rest.

“Hm?” Her attention turned to Wendy as she spoke. “Yeah, sounds good. Thanks.” She made a gesture for her to lead the way and trailed behind her. For now, she didn’t feel like there was a need to worry. She was just a guest recovering from an injury while under quarantine. Zephine was aware that someday that would change though.

That day arrived sooner than she had anticipated. She thought Kirsch would have probably wanted to sink most of his time into researching the alien cargo. Guess he worked quick, she had only been there two days until Atom had showed up in her doorway to escort her to Kirsch’s lab.

Stepping into the lab she kept her hands in the pockets of her hoodie. Also to keep them from being visibly twitchy. Her feet felt heavy, her pace cautious and slow. Everything around her was setting off her nerves. The fluorescent lights, the equipment. Rows of skittering and screeching… monsters. Her stomach lurched noticing the way one slithered in its container, a veil of stringy slime trailing along it.

While she wasn’t in a cage like these, there wasn’t much that separated her from them. Especially in the eyes of the kid who ran the whole place.

Zephine appeared to turn to find the door, but Atom was planted in the doorway. She wasn’t getting out of this. “Are we… certain what happened during that mission wasn’t a fluke?” The question was directed at Kirsch but her eyes weren’t on him. That was what this was all about right? Thinking that the aliens were avoidant of her for some reason?

[xmultimusesx]

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something (sinners verse, Remmick and Zeph) -boundinmybones

A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

@boundinmybones

Remmick leaned over her shoulder, blue eyes on what Zephine had pulled him over to show what she'd been working on - one hand resting against the desk while the other laid against the back of the chair she sat at. He listened fully, even if the vampire moved his head to nuzzling the side of her face and leave a feather like kiss to her cheek before he laid a kiss against her shoulder. His eyes returned to what she was showing him and hummed

The vampire had been showing her how to carve celtic runes, teaching her a bit about the culture he lost when he lost his home - and in return learning about her own and little things within the shop since he started helping and staying with her. Today though, he was learning about something she wanted to show him

[boundinmybones]

She couldn’t help but melt into his touch. Her arms wrapping around him, squeezing just a little as the last of that emotional spike faded. “I know, I know,” she sniffled, “ it’s just a lot closer than it use to be. I dunno why I thought it- this was something we’ve both known for a bit but… I really wanted to help you find a home again.”

Her head rested into his hands as he wiped the dampness away from her face. Between working through the day and the conversation she did feel pretty fatigued. Not sleepy, but not capable of much more for the night. His teasing got a snicker out of her, “that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

When her vision was no longer fuzzy from the tears, she took pause seeing the way he looked at her. They weren’t the same as when he first arrived. She could still picture it vividly, treating his bruised cheek on the front porch of the shop. The pair of blues and how they glimmered as he charmed his way into her life with their little deal. They held such tenderness, it was unique, not anything she had seen from others before.

Zephine leaned in, closing the space between them to press a soft kiss to his lips. “No matter what happens,” she whispered to him, “no matter where either of us end up. I’ll always keep a light on for you.” Despite the gentleness of her voice, those words were solid, firm. A tender determination. As long as she was living and breathing he’d always have a home in her heart.

[xmultimusesx]

His head lightly tilted, looking to Zephine as she spoke. Neither of them had expected things to lead up to now between them, especially when they first met and he revealed that he was a vampire that she agreed to help in terms of recovering. His hand moved, stroking her cheek lovingly the vampire spoke "You are my home...." But he had to keep her safe even if that meant leaving should she choose to stay. It all felt like a goodbye, a reminder of what remmick knew centuries ago - that he'd always end up alone, and that was his fate.

He kissed her back softly before nuzzling Zephine - she was mortal, and he wouldn't blame her if she ever moved on, found someone who could give her a life instead of always being on the move never having a physical home for too long. Remmick moved to get up, pulling Zephine into his arms to carry her towards her room

He'd give her a month at the most, but remmick wasn't sure if it would be safe to stay longer than a month - hunters were smart.

[boundinmybones]

The mutant didn’t put up her usual fuss about how her legs weren’t broken and she could walk herself. It didn’t feel right, knowing their time was now in an hourglass. Instead she rested her head on his shoulder as they made their way to her room.

Shedding the cardigan she wore at her desk she tucked it away in her wardrobe before finding her pajamas. Letting Remmick get cozy while she stepped behind a partition in the corner of her room to change. An heirloom from her circus days from the looks of it. The patterning was not any American style, Moroccan maybe. The edges had little scuffs of love, paint, a little cluster of ribbons pinned to the far left edge.

She didn’t worry about being in the same room as her while she changed. Some months back he couldn’t have been in the room. He was a gentleman she knew by now he could be a tease but he wasn’t crass.

Stepping out from the other side with her night shirt on she laid herself in bed next to the vampire. Just letting them be close in the quiet for a bit. Letting her fingers interlace with his. Her thumb running along the callouses on his. She assumed it was either from his claws or from his music.

“I’ve meant to ask,” she looked over to him, “was it difficult to get the hang of your flying? Or was it something that just came naturally?”

[xmultimusesx]

Remmick never pushed her into anything that she wasn't comfortable with, was a tease yes but he never pushed boundaries she'd put up of course - though she did find out quickly the first time he talked her into a nap with him on the couch during a closed day that he was a snuggler. So as she changed, remmick just settled in his under shirt and some sleep pants before settling on the bed.

He playfully gave a whistle at her appearance before welcoming her to join him, one hand in her own while his arm moved to wrap around Zephine to keep her close. At her question, he tilted his head for a moment

"comes with age the older yous get being what I am....when i first learned I could manage even a few inches off the ground i practiced every now and then...the more i was able to fly, the more i had to learn" he spoke "just like anything someone learns the first time.... wasn't easy but it wasn't too much trouble once i managed it out"

[boundinmybones]

His whistle got a blanket tossed at his face, followed by a bashful but tickled, “hush,” from Zephine. However, as she got herself into bed she tugged the blanket away. Pressing a kiss to his forehead as she settled into his inviting arms. Even with the two of them being together she’d still get plenty flustered by his antics.

All it took was one time napping together for her to be comfortable. Just one time after a long work shift where they were both too wiped out to care where they landed. The gentle pressure of him resting against her was comforting. Each time she found herself resting with him they’d be pulled into each other a little closer.

“So you get a whole slew of new skills and powers. Then you had to learn… everything?” She asked him, knowing the obvious exception. “Kinda sounds like a rip off.” It was clear what she was trying to do. Move away from the heavy conversation they had earlier as quickly as possible. Talk about something else, anything else. If their time was short she didn’t want to be constantly thinking of the sand in the glass.

[boundinmybones]

Closed: @broken-ice-puppets

Magic still seeped deep in the soil of the land, much to the dismay of the humans who had raised a thriving town on top of it. Despite how much those who presently lived there tried to suffocate it, keeping the outer edge of the forest next to it lined with an array of traps to hunt animals and fae alike. They couldn’t ignore it, not when it was branded on some people’s very skin.

The land use to belong to that of a small community, who cared for the land and those who roamed it with respect. They would find themselves blessed with markings, ones that belonged to the most powerful of them. Gods that roamed the glen that surrounded them. As time passed their lineage migrated, their prayers died, and the few who moved in treated the creatures that laid beyond the woods as pests. The few that remained with marks were labeled heretics, phantoms of an old cult, or in Zephine’s case, witches.

If it weren’t for her knowledge of medicine, she would have been burned like one years ago. Her mark was that of the deity that even most from the village’s roots feared. Her own parents passed away before she took on the role as the village healer in her adulthood. They had different marks, her father of the autumn, her mother that of day. She inherited the wisdom they had of the fae folk. Not to hunt or kill no, but to maintain balance. To avoid their wrath and mischief.

She was in the woods that afternoon, gathering what remaining seasonal herbs she could. The days were still hot, she didn’t need her cloak just yet but the days growing shorter bit by bit warned that the summer was drawing to a close. She never took what she didn’t need, and not without something in return. She had some sweet bread in tow with her on the journey in exchange for a cluster of lion’s mane and echinacea she didn’t have the chance to retrieve during her last visit.

[boundinmybones]

As he brought her in closer, Zephine’s other hand lifted to hold his face tenderly. Those butterflies could be felt in her breath, her fingertips. Yet, they gradually moved from his jaw along his neck, resting on his chest.

They slowed, taking in the feeling of the way his purrs rumbled in his chest. The raising of scars that decorated his torso. Pressing her teeth into his bottom lip her mouth began to explore as well. Lips pressing small kisses along his collarbone,curious what parts of him were tender. If they were the same as her own. There was one sport she had learned about at least.

[boundinmybones]

Closed: The Trials

For @xmultimusesx

High Aldera was a kingdom hailed for its prosperity in trade and conquest. Nestled along the western coastline of the continent. Each turning of the season there was a festival. While it was a means to celebrate the gems of each harvest, it had an additional purpose. A grand tournament, one that had challengers from countless lands come to participate. The victor was given a choice. Collect the prize of a gold sum and the title of Champion of the Season, or accept a final challenge. The reward? The hand of the princess.

For the past five years no one had accepted the final trial. The cash prize and title for a year was enough for the winners. While the ruler wouldn’t want his throne to be inherited to someone with monetary goals, he was growing frustrated year after year. There was a whole line of noble and royal suitors that would visit, but it felt like the princess couldn’t care less. Either that or her demeanor would come off as strange enough to drive them away. At this rate he would settle for someone who could simply protect her.

There was gossip about the princess. She wasn’t royal by blood, the King and Queen found her and raised her when she was a baby. Some speculated that she wasn’t human, but something from the fae territories. A changeling, planted to overthrow the human rulers. However, those who met her described her as kind, bright. The king was more cold than her. Some even believed she would be too soft to be a queen.

Little did the king know the princess would deliberately thwart his plans. Sometimes bribing champions to forfeit the grand trial. It didn’t sit well with her, having no real say in who she might be engaged to. She couldn’t ascend to being ruler without it. Not that such a thing was exciting for her either. It was all stuffy, political, she knew she was a bargaining chip for peace treaties and alliances.

The cool dry air blended with the aroma of warm spices and fresh smoked meats. The city was alive with activity, music. All draped in tapestries of red, orange, gold, and brown. Out of each faire, Zephine preferred autumn the most. She knew her father was going to be anticipating the Champion of Samhain but the final trial was the one thing she had control of. She was the one to choose what it would be, and she had no plans to become betrothed yet.

[xmultimusesx]

"Oh, I got no doubt he knows who I am, the demon knight who's never lost a battle, can destroy a whole army overnight, and who's been around for gods knows how long......but even folks who know or think they know me don't know what I truly am....yer da wants to think me a demon, then I ain't gonna stop him" The vampire shrugged recalling the man's words and how he had seemed to want to back out of his promise - but even if he had the chance to do so, he had to think about how the kingdom would see it, how others just waiting for the chance to overthrow the family would see him "Could be a wee bit of both"

Moving back to his armor to sit down and resume cleaning it, he chuckled a bit at her next words when referring to him handling those who might try something against her or the royal family "Oh, I'll be the perfect gentleman lass....just not to folks that will speak ill of my lady wife to be" As he spoke, finally remmick managed to get the bit that had been stubborn to clean, off his helmet before finishing

"You try and get some sleep, unless yous want to settle here - just gonna put this shite up and settle down for the night" Remmick commented rolling his neck a bit, before his hand moved to rub the back of it - a golden chain hidden under his shirt spotted but by the bump it seemed to have something on it still hidden by the shirt's collar?

[boundinmybones]

She couldn’t help but smirk at his suggestion for her to stay with him for the evening. The kingdom would probably come for both their heads if the betrothal moved that fast. “Well, I won’t keep the two of you.” She nodded to the egg nestled in the fireplace. “It’s been quite the night.”

She gave a little bow of her head before making her way to the door. However, the way his words echoed in her mind she slowed to a stop.

“Those stories….were they really true?” She asked. She had heard countless as she had grown up, her father as well. Generations no doubt have been creative and overexaggerated. But he wouldn’t have just listed off fibbed tales would he?

[xmultimusesx]

Remmick didn't think much of it, then again, he kept to himself not caring much for social meanings or what his simple suggestion might mean to someone of her status. As Zephine moved to leave, remmick was already putting away his stuff which honestly wasn't much - mostly his satchel he'd kept the egg in, some fruit assumingly for his horse which the oats he'd left with the stable boy, and his armor minus a change of clothes. Her question though had the vampire pause for a split second as he hung his armor away "Does it matter?" Remmick asked casually

"I've fought for rulers who paid fine, got free meals from it on the battlefield, seen kingdoms fall and rise.... depends on what stories yous asking about lass" He spoke putting his change of clothes aside before pulling off his shirt and tossing it on the chair. That shoulder he had dislocated the start of the events looked like it had never been injured in the first place, especially given how he moved it without issues from feeding the night before.

With his shirt off though, one could see the golden chain now and a ring that hung from it, the vampire moving to look at her "Suppose I'll tell yous if I see any movement from the egg" He doubted anything with the egg would happen overnight of course. Given how she explained what she knew about the eggs, it might take a while for the magic inside to activate and form a hatchling.

[boundinmybones]

“I suppose it doesn’t,” Zephine agreed. He did have a point there. Whether the stories were true or not, he was here. She just left it at that for the evening, giving a small nod of her head before closing the door behind her as she left. “Good night Remmick.”

The following morning Zephine woke up, in a daze. The trials were so surreal this year, here she truly thought she might go one more fall. Now she was betrothed to one of the most interesting bachelors in the land.

“Watch your footing,” Ebony coached her, sword giving a light tap to the princess’ boot. “Your spacial awareness is still rough. You’re fast but if you’re not paying attention your opponent could slice your arm off.” The sun was low in the sky. The princess had practically spent the whole day in her head about all these changes.

“Do you really think I might have any opponents moving forward?” Zephine asked her.

“You might, stupid ones, reaaaally stupid ones but you might.” Ebony leaned herself against the post, gesturing for her to rest too. “Considering the Prince consort n all.”

“So you approve of him?”

“Oh fuck yes,” she chuckled, but lifted her hand before Zephine could rebuttal. “The man has a history of following coin but he also appears to be a man of his word. Not even a minute into your acceptance he was challenging his majesty’s perspective in your name. If you ask me, that’s as good as you’ll get coming out from that arena.”

“Then why don’t you marry him?” Zephine teased, half amused with how she was hyping the man up.

“I don’t think I’m his type,” Ebony snickered, clapping back. “Besides he seems more into the pretty, meek, bookish fai-,”

Earning a small elbow to the side the knight laughed seeing she was already red in the face. “Alright, alright,”

[warrior-of-storms]

highly unfair that i can't purr. how else am i meant to express contentment and affection when words can't capture what i feel?

[warrior-of-storms]

best i can do is flop on people and sometimes they don't like that. what's a girl to do

[boundinmybones]

“No! No! No! Don’t touch me!” Loki had been found, blinded in one eye, beaten, and chained in an abandoned hydra cell.

The mutant exploring the space nearly jumped out of her skin hearing a voice yell in the dark of the abandoned space. Her flashlight clattered to the ground and she shakily grabbed it and searched around. “Who’s there?!” Her flashlight landed on a body quaking in the corner of a room attached to the one she was standing in. What was initially just supposed to be a supplies and shelter search had turned into some sort of rescue mission. She had sensed bodies down here, and found a few Hydra agents had used cyanide but she had no clue anyone was living. Let alone whom.

“Hey, hey it’s okay I’m not one of them, look,” she assured the person shining the light to where he could see she was not wearing any uniform, or suit. She had a dusty pair of jeans, followed by an oversized jacket and a burgundy scarf draping around her shoulders. She felt herself growing nauseous, she could smell the disinfectants and other chemicals she was no stranger to back at the Detention Ward. The entire bunker was in a disheveled state so she guessed whoever was here took what they needed from their victim, and was in a rush to leave. “Do you want me to help you get out of here?” She asked him, seeing how shaken up he was but didn’t want to touch him and upset him further.

[boundinmybones]

There was a slight pause as Loki’s hand took hold of hers. She blinked, recognizing the misunderstanding after a beat and giggled. It was sweet. Zephine figured he was still very disoriented and gave him a warm, reassuring smile.

“Here,” she gently guided his hand underneath the water drizzling from the shower head. Being mindful if she felt he wished to pull his hand away. She even set her other hand under the water next to his, to assure him it was safe.

The droplets tapped against his fingers, making a warm puddle in the dip of his palm. “How does that feel?” She asked him, “warm enough?” The mutant figured once he was in the shower some of that stiffness and aching in his bones would be sapped away. Help him move around a little easier after a while.

[god-of-mischief-here-tada]

the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks and the marks glow when you’re near your soulmate. -boundinmybones

@boundinmybones

Loki was being brought in of course because everyone saw him as a danger still even though what happened wasn’t really his fault. Once he got near Zephine who had helped find him, his mark began glowing and it was a little hard to see with his layers of clothes on but you could see the light peaking out from his sleeve. “Can’t do your jobs yourself so you have to have someone else do it for you?? How pathetic really” he mocked them as his chains started to rattle.

[boundinmybones]

She felt her stomach churn at the idea that Loki has stabbed his own brother for less than what she was doing. His words pressed weight into her shoulders… maybe he was right. She was just a human- not even that.

As he continued to speak she felt a buzzing behind her eyes. Mortal empathy, you’ll give up, nothing but a puny mortal. If he was paying attention he could feel the metal frame of his cot tremble and rattle before settling back into stillness. His words had gotten under her skin a bit.

She sucked in a breath through her nose, sighing it out to try and compose herself. “I better put on a hell of a show for ya then huh?” Maybe there was a spark of spite in her, a desire to prove him wrong. She stood herself up hearing the door on the far side of the hall open. The Captain standing there with a case in his hand. No doubt holding the scepter.

“How you two holding up?” He called from the other side of the room. “I managed to get the spear away from Pierce. We’re still making proper space to troubleshoot this, but we are on a timer.” He sighed, shedding his helmet and putting in his spare hand. “We can only hold onto it for so long until SHIELD has to collect it.”

[god-of-mischief-here-tada]

He raised a brow as he had noticed it indeed, trying to figure out what just happened. “Did I say something wrong?” He asked as he stared at her, analyzing her for a moment before standing up as well. He wondered who was coming, focusing on the steps and weight behind it, he knew Thor’s footsteps very well and it wasn’t him, likely one of his hero friends.

Once Loki saw the scepter, his eyes went wide for a split second before he composed himself and took a step back. Why had they brought that thing here, to him of all people, surely The Other and Thanos couldn’t still control him with it, it had been too long and they were too far but that didn’t mean he was willingly going to take the chance to be near that thing. It made him sick to even see really, what were they playing at? He looked between the two of them suspiciously, narrowing his green eyes as he tried to figure it out

@boundinmybones

[boundinmybones]

Even Zephine appeared confused as to why Rogers brought the scepter down here for her to see. Especially considering her cell mate and his own experiences. Her eyes flitted to Loki, noticing how he almost bristled noticing the case.

“We should keep it in a secure location in the meantime,” Zeph answered.

“I plan to, figured you might want to get a closer look, you said that-“

“Hold it,” the mutant cut off his sentence seeing him take a few paces towards them. He was still about a few yards away in the hall. “I’ll look into it later. Not here. I know we’re on a clock but if we rush too much we might run into bigger problems.” She had caught on that Loki wasn’t okay being in proximity with the spear. He helped her with Pierce and her anxiety, she could advocate for him here.

Steve gave a nod, turning back, “I’ll come and grab you later then.”

When the door closed behind him Zephine rested her back against the cell glass and sighed. Running a hand along her face her eyes glanced over at Loki, “no.. no you didn’t say anything wrong.” She answered the question he had prior. It might not have been nice, but it wasn’t wrong. For a god of lies he had yet to really be dishonest with her. “Just… realizing trying to prove it wrong is going to be a tall order.”

She looked up to him, her expression softening a little. Her eyes appeared tired, but still alive. Determined. “I’m not asking you to believe in me, in… all of this. I’m not in a position to ask anything of you anyway but… all I ask is you let me try.”

[iamonlyperson]

man mogging and next thing he goofy

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[djvance]

[god-of-mischief-here-tada]

the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks and the marks glow when you’re near your soulmate. -boundinmybones

@boundinmybones

Loki was being brought in of course because everyone saw him as a danger still even though what happened wasn’t really his fault. Once he got near Zephine who had helped find him, his mark began glowing and it was a little hard to see with his layers of clothes on but you could see the light peaking out from his sleeve. “Can’t do your jobs yourself so you have to have someone else do it for you?? How pathetic really” he mocked them as his chains started to rattle.

[boundinmybones]

She felt her stomach churn at the idea that Loki has stabbed his own brother for less than what she was doing. His words pressed weight into her shoulders… maybe he was right. She was just a human- not even that.

As he continued to speak she felt a buzzing behind her eyes. Mortal empathy, you’ll give up, nothing but a puny mortal. If he was paying attention he could feel the metal frame of his cot tremble and rattle before settling back into stillness. His words had gotten under her skin a bit.

She sucked in a breath through her nose, sighing it out to try and compose herself. “I better put on a hell of a show for ya then huh?” Maybe there was a spark of spite in her, a desire to prove him wrong. She stood herself up hearing the door on the far side of the hall open. The Captain standing there with a case in his hand. No doubt holding the scepter.

“How you two holding up?” He called from the other side of the room. “I managed to get the spear away from Pierce. We’re still making proper space to troubleshoot this, but we are on a timer.” He sighed, shedding his helmet and putting in his spare hand. “We can only hold onto it for so long until SHIELD has to collect it.”

[boundinmybones]

Closed: The Trials

For @xmultimusesx

High Aldera was a kingdom hailed for its prosperity in trade and conquest. Nestled along the western coastline of the continent. Each turning of the season there was a festival. While it was a means to celebrate the gems of each harvest, it had an additional purpose. A grand tournament, one that had challengers from countless lands come to participate. The victor was given a choice. Collect the prize of a gold sum and the title of Champion of the Season, or accept a final challenge. The reward? The hand of the princess.

For the past five years no one had accepted the final trial. The cash prize and title for a year was enough for the winners. While the ruler wouldn’t want his throne to be inherited to someone with monetary goals, he was growing frustrated year after year. There was a whole line of noble and royal suitors that would visit, but it felt like the princess couldn’t care less. Either that or her demeanor would come off as strange enough to drive them away. At this rate he would settle for someone who could simply protect her.

There was gossip about the princess. She wasn’t royal by blood, the King and Queen found her and raised her when she was a baby. Some speculated that she wasn’t human, but something from the fae territories. A changeling, planted to overthrow the human rulers. However, those who met her described her as kind, bright. The king was more cold than her. Some even believed she would be too soft to be a queen.

Little did the king know the princess would deliberately thwart his plans. Sometimes bribing champions to forfeit the grand trial. It didn’t sit well with her, having no real say in who she might be engaged to. She couldn’t ascend to being ruler without it. Not that such a thing was exciting for her either. It was all stuffy, political, she knew she was a bargaining chip for peace treaties and alliances.

The cool dry air blended with the aroma of warm spices and fresh smoked meats. The city was alive with activity, music. All draped in tapestries of red, orange, gold, and brown. Out of each faire, Zephine preferred autumn the most. She knew her father was going to be anticipating the Champion of Samhain but the final trial was the one thing she had control of. She was the one to choose what it would be, and she had no plans to become betrothed yet.

[xmultimusesx]

"Oh, I got no doubt he knows who I am, the demon knight who's never lost a battle, can destroy a whole army overnight, and who's been around for gods knows how long......but even folks who know or think they know me don't know what I truly am....yer da wants to think me a demon, then I ain't gonna stop him" The vampire shrugged recalling the man's words and how he had seemed to want to back out of his promise - but even if he had the chance to do so, he had to think about how the kingdom would see it, how others just waiting for the chance to overthrow the family would see him "Could be a wee bit of both"

Moving back to his armor to sit down and resume cleaning it, he chuckled a bit at her next words when referring to him handling those who might try something against her or the royal family "Oh, I'll be the perfect gentleman lass....just not to folks that will speak ill of my lady wife to be" As he spoke, finally remmick managed to get the bit that had been stubborn to clean, off his helmet before finishing

"You try and get some sleep, unless yous want to settle here - just gonna put this shite up and settle down for the night" Remmick commented rolling his neck a bit, before his hand moved to rub the back of it - a golden chain hidden under his shirt spotted but by the bump it seemed to have something on it still hidden by the shirt's collar?

[boundinmybones]

She couldn’t help but smirk at his suggestion for her to stay with him for the evening. The kingdom would probably come for both their heads if the betrothal moved that fast. “Well, I won’t keep the two of you.” She nodded to the egg nestled in the fireplace. “It’s been quite the night.”

She gave a little bow of her head before making her way to the door. However, the way his words echoed in her mind she slowed to a stop.

“Those stories….were they really true?” She asked. She had heard countless as she had grown up, her father as well. Generations no doubt have been creative and overexaggerated. But he wouldn’t have just listed off fibbed tales would he?

[boundinmybones]

“No! No! No! Don’t touch me!” Loki had been found, blinded in one eye, beaten, and chained in an abandoned hydra cell.

The mutant exploring the space nearly jumped out of her skin hearing a voice yell in the dark of the abandoned space. Her flashlight clattered to the ground and she shakily grabbed it and searched around. “Who’s there?!” Her flashlight landed on a body quaking in the corner of a room attached to the one she was standing in. What was initially just supposed to be a supplies and shelter search had turned into some sort of rescue mission. She had sensed bodies down here, and found a few Hydra agents had used cyanide but she had no clue anyone was living. Let alone whom.

“Hey, hey it’s okay I’m not one of them, look,” she assured the person shining the light to where he could see she was not wearing any uniform, or suit. She had a dusty pair of jeans, followed by an oversized jacket and a burgundy scarf draping around her shoulders. She felt herself growing nauseous, she could smell the disinfectants and other chemicals she was no stranger to back at the Detention Ward. The entire bunker was in a disheveled state so she guessed whoever was here took what they needed from their victim, and was in a rush to leave. “Do you want me to help you get out of here?” She asked him, seeing how shaken up he was but didn’t want to touch him and upset him further.

[boundinmybones]

Tugging the cart along she came across a wash room. It was equivalent to a traditional gym locker room, the only thing separating the showers from one another was segments of walls. She set the handle of the cart down some feet away from the shower heads. “I’m going to see if I can’t find some toiletries and get some warm water running for you. You just sit tight here for me okay? I’m not going to be more than a few steps away.” She promised. She had no plans to leave the room or him alone, but she knew if she was in his position that these reassurances would provide her peace of mind.

Stepping over to the rows of lockers she was able to find a cloth, some soap, shampoo and a brush but the bristles were too close together to comfortably work out some of those tangles she saw. Maybe her hands could do the job since she couldn’t find a wide tooth comb anywhere. She brought the bottles of wash over to him. “Here, do you want to take a look at these for me? If it smells too harsh let me know. We can figure something out okay? I’m gonna go get one of those showers running.” She stepped over to one of the showers, it took her a moment to figure out how the handles worked but she eventually was greeted to the familiar hiss of water spurting out of the head and onto the tile floor. It took a little bit of time, her hand resting under the water and testing the temperature in intervals. “Come on, come on,” she muttered under her breath. Eventually the icy temperature began to lift to lukewarm, then a more comfortable warmth. With a relieved sigh she let it continue to run when she returned to Loki’s side. “Everything is ready to go if you are. No rush at all, this is on your time okay? Whenever you’re comfortable.”

[god-of-mischief-here-tada]

@boundinmybones

Loki seemed content with the cart apart from the occasional bumps that had him grunting. He looked around the room once they entered it, he had never been in here.

They had thought this place was too good for him and would just hose him down with cold water in his cell. They thought he was beneath them, a god taken down by mere humans twice. “Okay.” He said and blinked as he watched her.

He wondered how they were gonna do this but didn’t think too much on it, thinking is what he got him into trouble most of the time. He took the bottles and managed to get them open once his dexterity decided to function after a few minutes,.

The trickster sniffed at bottle and while they were heavily fragranted; he figured it had to better than what he smelled like now. “I-I-It’s…alright, Loki stink.” He mumbled and put them down in his lap

The god definitely looked hesitant at the shower and up at her. “How?” He grunted, reaching out a trembling hand to touch the water, he flinched at first but got used to it after a moment and chewed on his bottom lip.

[boundinmybones]

Zephine found a foldable chair in a nearby supply closet, that way he wouldn’t have to stand the whole time he washed up. She could imagine being chained down for so long it would be a challenge for him to remain standing. She watched him take a whiff of the shampoo, his nose scrunching up. She couldn’t help but giggle at his comment, “hey, you are just fine. I don’t want this to be uncomfortable for you. We can water it down a little bit, take our time so it isn’t as harsh on your nose.”

She noticed the apprehension as his eyes flitted between the shower and her. Right, this would be a bit more complicated than just sitting him in the shower and letting him lather himself up. He’d need more support. “Okay, uhmmm,” it took her a second to think on her toes on how to best help him. Without being too invasive of his privacy. “How about this? I’ll help you get situated, let you acclimate to the warm shower for a bit. Once you’re ready I can lend a hand. Sound fair?” She could help him get out of his own clothes to properly shower, be respectful of it. She could help wash his hair and even his back, she’d just need to shed her coat and pants. She didn’t mind her tank or undershorts getting soggy if it kept things from getting awkward. The god’s dignity had been ripped from him down here, she wanted to preserve what was left as best as she could.

[god-of-mischief-here-tada]

“Mmmm h-har-harsh for w-wath.” He tried to explain that he wasn’t used to such strong fragrances for washing ones self, usually it was like a scented spray that goes on clothes or skin that were strong. The idea of toning it down did sound good to him so he weakly nodding to that “wa’ther down.” He was grateful for her help after all, they were mere strangers and yet she was willingly to sacrifice so much to help him.

It was a little embarrassing as he had always preferred to clean himself up rather than have maids or servants do it once he was older. It was a bit of privacy that he could get that would be undisturbed but he hadn’t had that in so long, privacy was a forgotten privilege. “Yeeeeeessssss” There wasn’t much he could do until he was able to get his strength and stability back and despite the humiliation, he needed the help.

@boundinmybones

[boundinmybones]

“Okay then,” Zephine gave a nod, assuming the two of them were on the same page. They had a plan, about as good of one as it could get with what they had. She took a moment to preemptively water down the shampoo, that way it was ready when he needed it. Additionally she shed the coat she had been wearing, just getting a head start since she would technically be joining him. It was a bomber jacket, a bit bulky, clearly thrifted. The original owner had to be someone at least two sizes larger than herself because underneath her frame was frail. A little lean muscle along her arms but not much. It was deceptive in a way, how the bulky clothing hid her physique. It worked for her though, it was camouflage in a way.

“Do you need help getting out of your clothes?” She asked him softly, kneeling down in front of him. “There’s no rush with any of these things ok? We got nowhere to be and nothing to do but get you cleaned up. This is on your time, remember that.”

[god-of-mischief-here-tada]

Loki managed to remove the jacket and the scarf that she had done with little difficulty after a few minutes as his body was still a bit stiff from being cramped up for so long and he was still a bit sore as well. It left him in the dirty briefs that she found him in, likely one of Hydra's humiliation tactics to strip down to his undergarments. He looked like he had muscle at one point, probably not like Thor's but still enough muscle for a trained prince. "Dirty" Loki got out, he would probably feel much better after getting cleaned up as it could also help his stiff muscles into relaxing. @boundinmybones

[boundinmybones]

It was a hard sight to take in. The man that had struck terror into New York City broken to this state. The fact humans were capable of such cruelty. Loki was no innocent man, but Christ he didn’t deserve this. Death would have been a mercy, but that’s Hydra and how they usually work.

Turning the faucet the pipes groaned and water eventually sputtered out. Setting the bottles of watered down soap on the ground she hummed as she let her hand rest under the running water. Testing for its warmth before letting Loki get situated. Didn’t want the poor man to freeze.

The pitter of water hitting the tiles filled the room with an echoey soft noise. It beat the silence throughout the building in her eyes. “Okay, wan to come take a feel?” She asked, offering her hand to him. Either for him to gauge from the temp of her fingers, or to let his hand be guided beneath the shower head.

[boundinmybones]

Closed: It Takes a Village

For: @xmultimusesx

“How we holding up?”

“Getting warmer,”

“Are they from your hive?”

“No, I don’t think so,”a child’s voice spoke up, peering over her brother’s shoulder. A much older man, an adult. Dark black hair framed his face as he marched through the woods in the cover of night. The younger voice being that of the girl that was being carried on his back. “Are you sure this will work? I thought you told me vampires could be territorial.”

“They can, not all are.” There was a touch of fatigue in the man’s voice. He was still struggling with the series of events the past couple weeks. Hunting down a vampire that was haunting a small town. Getting ambushed by a whole hive. For the first and last time his sister had been targeted at his work. The shrieks of his sister echoing in his mind from that night. Everything was blurry then, he just remembered blinking, and watching a small handful of shadows flee out into the night as he held his sister’s hand tightly.

“Do you think they might know about your old job?” The child asked. “You know? Get mad?”

“Well what do you think?” Daniel asked, keeping her mood lifted “I put the silver in my pouch for now. Do I smell of anything?”

“Your coat still reeks of vervain,” she answered, “but it doesn’t burn to the touch, so that’s all it is. A smell. Wait- stop.” Marissa gave his chest a pat to get his attention. “In there,” she pointed, “they’re in there.”

“Shit-,” Daniel hissed between his teeth. If a vampire had managed to get invited in there was a shot that he was walking into someone’s dinner plate. Plus Marissa was hungry too, he had no clue how she would react if blood spilled around her now. That was the whole reason he had been following her navigation. With Marissa being freshly turned she was able to help him find one. Not for a job, but for help.

Here goes nothing

[xmultimusesx]

"Well, the more you feed the more you'll heal....animals do fine but you gonna need human blood some way or another" Pearline spoke setting the item away once she was able to get the blood from her palm to pour into the cup enough to fill it mostly. Pulling away she licked the wound of her hand "Don't tense up, remember to breath - we're still alive, think of something else and watch them nails you gonna hurt yourself sweetie" The woman moved to the sink to clean the knife and then her hand, before wrapping it up really quick at least until it healed enough that she didn't need to keep it covered due to bleeding

"Hunting humans ain't gonna be easy given you was turn as a child....better you stick with someone who can catch your meal for you - not that you won't be able to but having help won't hurt just in case" She knew a couple who might benefit from having a child in their lives maybe - wouldn't replace the one they lost, but it might heal that just a bit maybe? Or maybe she could watch after them till the girl got a hang on things

"Oh warning, you gonna see memories in the blood of mine - you always will when drink'in someone's blood, human or supernatural" she added before glancing at the girl's brother, leaning against the counter "and yes for your nosey information I was turned at the Juke joint - only a handful of us made it out....call it dumb fucking luck or whatever...if you're look'in for the couple I reckon you look'in for - they're dead. Simple as that, so tell the girl her mama died protecting her like her daddy would have if he had the chance - don't need her know'in monsters are real...." from what she heard, most - given the aftermath the next day with a dead smoke and klan members, it was assumed the klan killed the rest maybe or had something to do with the disappearances.

[boundinmybones]

“Sorry, sorry,” the girl peeped up from behind her hands. “It’s.. tricky,” taking a few steady breaths she was able to let her nails recede and started gulping down the glass. Judging by the small droplets of saliva on the tabletop it was something she needed.

“I just told her what I could observe at the time,” Daniel sighed softly, “I didn’t have hope anybody made it out of that even on a surface level.” Lisa was a smart and tough gal, but she didn’t need gruesome details. It was a lot for her to learn her parents were gone as is. “She had an aunt that was able to come and take her in.” If they were talking about the same family, hopefully that would be a relief for Pearline to hear as well.

“Thank you, for- all of this,” his attention shifted back to his sister seeing her shudder a bit after nearly finishing off the blood offered to her. “Hey,” his hand gently came over her arm, “it’s okay kiddo you’re safe. We got you.”

Seeing people and places she never knew was jarring to the girl. By some sheer luck she didn’t see a vision of anything gruesome. Rather something softer, a hazy memory of settling into the very home they were in. A moment where Pearline had been singing while carrying along with another task.

When the glass was empty and the memory began to fade she blinked it away. Briefly looking at the woman with a little sparkle of awe in her eyes. Followed by a quiet “whoah.”

[xmultimusesx]

"ain't gotta apologize sugar, harder probably for you being just a little girl" Pearline didn't want to think how hard it was going to be as the years and decades would pass on for the young vampire trapped in the body she was trapped in, never able to grow up truly. Her gaze went to the girl's brother as he spoke, eyes questioning exactly what he told little Lisa - at least the girl had family who took her in at the very least, but still the young girl didn't need to be told this side of the world was real.

Now she knew how it felt for remmick when someone saw flashes of his memories - which while she was still newer than he was to this life, she tried her best to mind memories the girl would see. It was weird though, like feeling someone else in her mind "Watch it now....gonna see shit a kid like you shouldn't" though the girl had already lived through an attack by a vampire, she knew how dark the world could be

[boundinmybones]

He saw the look the older vampire was giving him. Giving a slight shake to assure her that Lisa didn’t know about that. He just relayed to her what he saw there. Some fire damage, and dead Klansman everywhere around an otherwise empty mill.

The blood that Pearline had given the child was clearly working fast. Once it was gulped down the marks that remained on her arm and legs began healing before their eyes.

Daniel ran his hands through his hair while she drank, his body letting go of some of the tension it had. He was usually five steps ahead, thinking about what to be prepared for next. But this….this was wild and new in the most harrowing of ways. He had never really felt this way before. Powerless. Going from killing beings like this, to being in a position where that was the last thing he wanted to do. “Feeling better?” He asked his sister tenderly. “What do we say?”

Marissa gave a nod, wiping the blood that had remained around her mouth with the sleeve of her sweater. Like it had just been a glass of chocolate milk she drank. “Thank you Miss Pearline,” the girl smiled to her.

When given the warning the girl blinked, “Like seeing him use his undershirt to clean out his ears?” She snickered, earning a gentle chiding nudge from her brother. Admittedly Daniel was stunned with how well Marissa was handling all of this. She was doing better than he was in truth. He watched her bleed out, multiple vampires ripping her. Yet, here she was smiling and making friends with a stranger. Cracking jokes even.

[boundinmybones]

Closed// Dirty Little Animals

@broken-ice-puppets

Margot had a knack for keeping interesting and exotic people on her payroll. Locals paid good money to spend a few hours with someone who wasn’t hip deep in the usual miseries Zaun was infected with. It was additionally a great means of gathering information. Crazy how loose lips become around pretty faces. She had just recently hired a new one too.

The chembaron had seen the lady’s face before, going toe to toe with some enforcers a few months back. Those fuckers had scorched a library, her library. Small little thing many scoffed at. While few locals took it seriously, they certainly had a problem with the enforcers choosing to target it. It sent a message that topside doesn’t want them getting wise. So for her to come to the Vyx for work it was shocking. It was enough to tug at her bleeding black heart.

Desperation didn’t do well in intimate settings. Margot was half worried the girl would get glossy eyed if she had to lay on her back. All this to try and get things up and running again? She didn’t look much like a meek bookish damsel though, there was something else. Her eyes, the smell of sandalwood and sea salt. There was definitely more there, grit, spite even. Fortunately she had other values, connections to Bilgewater rum imports.

She cut the lady a deal. Her primary wages would be for getting that alcohol into her clubs, the hands of her staff to sweeten up clients. Put a roof over her head, being pleasurable company and serving drinks at the brothel was secondary work. But work nonetheless. The woman’s firm handshake and small tug at the corners of her lips gave her the reassurance she needed that the girl would be just fine with her new work. Peachy till she got her feet back beneath her.

[boundinmybones]

Pheobe could feel the body heat coming off of Sevika. As she pressed in it practically waved over. Her breath on her ribcage was completely soaked up by her skin down into the muscles beneath that delightfully shuddered.

Her knees lifted, brushing against Sevika’s waist. Help it be a little easier to move, in case she wanted to get off of her feet or a little closer. The vastaya liked the feeling of her weight pressing into her.