Ember Escalante

Check out the writer behind Ember: @feralpoetrycore

[emberescalante]

Open to asks and happy to talk to potential RP partners, just DM me.

Character Bio -

Name:

Ember Escalante. Being a hydra experiment, she was simply called Experiment 417 and chose her name for herself after her escape.

Age:

Late 20’s or early 30’s. She was created,not born, so her birthdate is unclear.

Species:

Hydra experiment, half-dragon

Features:

Can shift between a typical human appearance and a more reptilian appearance. Her reptilian appearance has orange scales, a lizard tail, fangs, and talons. In both forms she has one missing eye and one golden reptilian eye as well as two ridges on her back where wings failed to grow.

Style:

She prefers clothing that's casual, comfortable, and easy to move in. Most often wearing a leather jacket and combat boots. She hates dresses, but will venture a pantsuit on the rare occasion she goes to a formal event.

Abilities:

Transformation between her human form and reptilian form as well as partial transformations with a combination of features from the two.

Pyrokinesis

Fire breathing

Hand-to-hand combat

Backstory:

She was grown in a tank by Hydra–the only embryo of many to survive the grotesque experiments. In her teenage years, Hydra did surgery to remove one of her eyes for testing; the pain from which caused her powers to explode and blow up the entire base. She lived alone in the ruins like a wild animal for many years. How she made it to civilization after that may vary depending on the context of the RP.

Personality:

She is passionate and strong-willed. She tends to be very independent in general, but if she decides she likes someone she will stop at nothing to defend them and can become a bit clingy.

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Writer Info:

You can call me Feral. I'm bigender and comfortable with any pronouns. I'm mostly fem-presenting, so people tend to default to she/her, but use whatever feels natural.

It's been nearly a decade since I've roleplayed, so please be kind as I relearn the etiquette.

I do not have any particular limits and consider myself to be fairly adaptable. That being said, I do not wish to RP with anyone under 18 for my own peace of mind since my plots can quickly turn dark with this OC.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s reply came swift as winter wind.

‘Burgundy and black were chosen for precisely that golden eye. Good.’

Then, softer:

‘“Almost sweet?"' 'Ah, very well: consider them yours to judge. Your place or mine?’

Before she could type a single letter, another message slipped through.

‘Never mind. Anton is already en route. He will be outside in about... seven minutes. Bring the attitude; leave the reluctance.’

A final text, almost gentle:

‘Emeralds confirmed. I’ll be waiting, liebling. Don't keep me too long.’

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled at her phone as she read the first message.

Yes, almost. You know heads turning is rarely a positive experience for me, but I'll let it slide this time.

She paused as the next few messages filtered through. Her expression became fond and a touch teasing.

I'll be there soon as long as Anton doesn't get lost on his way here.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering text arrived before the engine of the dark Mercedes had even purred to the curb outside her building.

‘He will not get lost. He's an individual skilled in more ways than one. Ex-military.’

A second later:

‘And have a little bit of faith in yourself, liebling. Heads will turn because you are magnificent, not because you are monstrous. Let them stare. I plan to.’

He paused in the foyer, coat already shrugged on, the midnight-blue garment bags waiting like conspirators on the chaise.

‘Seven flights of stairs or the service lift (your choice). Door opens in four minutes. I know some impatience may seem unbecoming, but mine is entirely your fault.’

[emberescalante]

Ember's eye flicked to the window as she heard the Mercedes pulling up outside the building then back down to her phone with amusement.

I should have known even your driver would be ex military.

She grabbed her signature black leather jacket and headed down to the car, as the next message came. She nodded to Anton as he opened the door for her, settling in before typing her next reply.

Your staring I don't mind. Their staring might result in me "accidentally" ruining their fancy clothing.

I chuckle to myself, only mostly kidding. Anton drove through the streets with ease and in mere minutes Ember had arrived at Helmut's building. She stepped out, giving Anton another polite nod before making her way to the lift.

On my way up now.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

The lift sighed open.

Helmut lay reclined at the sofa’s heart like a blade sheathed in velvet: one arm draped along the back, ankle crossed over knee, midnight coat falling open just enough to reveal the edges of his waistcoat. The last of the sunlight poured in through the gaps in the partially drawn velvet curtains, catching the line of his jaw and the indolent curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes already on her -- knowing, expectant, almost-smug, yet inviting.

Only then did he move. He rose from the leather-clad seat, stationing the crystal tumbler that had been idling in his fingers down.

“Seven minutes precisely. Come on, in. Your armour awaits.” His gaze flickered over -- only for a fraction of a second, to the burgundy silk and liquid black that lay draped across the opposite chaise, waiting to be claimed.

[emberescalante]

The lift door opened to reveal Helmut in all his semi-smug glory, but a smile twitched at the corners of Ember's mouth. Her eye swept over his appearance appreciatively for just a moment before meeting his gaze.

"I'd hardly call a dress armor, but I guess I can indulge you for tonight."

Ember smirked teasingly as she turned her attention to the waiting dresses. Her fingers brushed the fabric lightly. "At least you have good taste."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze tracked the path of her fingers over silk, the firelight catching the faint satisfaction in his eyes.

“Armor is whatever makes them flinch when you walk past,” he answered, voice low and velvet-rough. “Tonight, silk will do the job better than Kevlar.” He moved at last, unhurried, coat shifting like dark water, as he stepped behind her. Close enough that she caught the scent of sandalwood and cologne that always clung to him. "I've been told," he murmured, the corners of his lips curling wider. "Go ahead, try them on."

[emberescalante]

Ember glanced back at him with a smirk, her hand lingering on the burgundy silk. She gathered the fabric in her arms.

"Then hold on a moment and I'll try on this armor you chose."

She turned on her heels and brushed past him, the faint scent of smoke as spices lingering in the air where she had been. She went into the nearby bathroom to try on the first dress–a black silk dress that clung to all her curves like it was painted on.

She examined the burgundy dress next, trying it on in front of the mirror. This one had those "thinnest straps known to couture" that Helmut had mentioned as well as a plunging neckline. Well, if she was going to wear a dress, it might as well be one that would leave others speechless. Maybe it would distract from the missing eye.

Having made her choice, she stepped back out into the foyer. "I think the burgundy one will do nicely."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut had not moved from his spot; only turned enough to watch the bathroom door, glass forgotten on the table.

When it opened and Ember stepped out in the burgundy silk, the firelight caught the deep, dangerous color and slid along the thin straps and plunging neckline like it had been waiting years for permission.

The room went quieter than it had any right to.

He drew one slow breath, the faintest curve touching his mouth -- approval, almost triumph.

“Perfect,” he said simply, voice low. “They won’t know whether to bow or flee.”

He crossed the floor in three measured strides, lifted the emerald stickpin from the small velvet tray on the console, and held it out between gloved fingers.

“May I?”

Without waiting for the answer he had already presumed, he fastened it at the hollow of her throat, the stone settling against warm skin like it had always belonged there.

“There. Now the armor is complete. Perfection... Or dangerously close, at the very least.”

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember normally would have bristled at his presumption, but for the first time in her life, a dress really did feel like armor and not a cage.

She glanced down at the emerald gleaming against her skin and smiled.

"At least this time they'll flee for entirely different reasons than usual. I might end up enjoying myself more than I thought."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gloved knuckles lingered a fraction longer than necessary beneath the emerald, the pad of his thumb brushing the hollow of her throat as though checking the stone sat exactly right.

“Different reasons, yes,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough, “and all of them mine to enjoy first.”

He let his hand fall, but not before the backs of his fingers grazed the bare line of her shoulder -- light, deliberate, yet played off as purely coincidental.

“You look like the moment before a war starts, Ember.” A small tilt of his head. “If anyone stares too long or speaks out of turn, you have my permission to ruin them. I’ll even hold your drink while you do.”

He stepped back, offering his arm with old-world grace.

“Come. Anton is waiting. Quick. Before he decides he is too overqualified to be catering to my brattiness, and challenges me to a duel that I'd certainly -- nine times out of ten, lose."

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember's gaze lingered on his hand as it brushed her shoulder, expression unreadable. Then she smirked, taking his arm.

"I might just take you up on that. The party might get boring and might need to liven it up."

As she lets Helmut lead her along, she can't help but laugh.

"If Anton challenges you, I'll make sure he at least avoids damaging your face. It would be a shame to attend this event with you too bruised up."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s low laugh rumbled against her palm where it rested in the crook of his elbow.

“Well, then we could only hope Anton knows better,” he said, guiding her toward the lift with the unhurried certainty of a man who had already decided the evening belonged to them. “And bruises me only when I let him to.”

The doors slid open; he let her enter first, then followed, thumb brushing idly over her knuckles as the lift began its descent.

“Though if anyone does manage to bruise me,” he added, glancing sideways, eyes catching the city lights through the glass wall, “I’ll consider it a fair trade for the privilege of watching you terrify Manhattan’s finest in that dress.”

A softer note crept in, almost shy beneath the teasing.

“You look… happy, Ember. It suits you more than vengeance ever could.”

[emberescalante]

Ember enters the lift, her slitted pupil dancing with mirth.

"Well, if you want to see Manhattan terrified, you've come to the right woman," she chuckles as the elevator descends.

There is a moment of comfortable silence before Helmut's next words. When Ember catches his change in tone, she can't help but flash a soft smile.

"I am happy. I feel almost normal for the first time in... Well, I don't know how long."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze stayed on her reflection in the polished brass of the lift wall, the city’s lights streaking past like silent comets.

“Normal,” he echoed, tasting the word as though it were foreign on his tongue. “A rare vintage.”

The lift slowed. He turned to face her fully, gloved hand rising to settle, feather-light, over her own.

“Then let tonight be the first glass,” he said quietly. “No missions, no masks. Just us -- and a room full of people who will never understand what they’re looking at.”

The doors parted with a whisper. Anton waited beyond, cap dipped in discreet greeting.

Helmut’s smile returned, smaller now, almost tender.

“After you, liebling. Let’s go remind the world what dangerous and happy look like when they share the same heartbeat.”

[emberescalante]

"No missions, no masks," Ember echoed softly. "I like the sound of that." She squeezed his hand softly before releasing it.

"Let's go terrorize Manhattan's finest and look damn good while doing it," she teased as she exited the lift heading for the car.

Anton opened the door and Ember slipped into the back, settling in as she waited for Helmut to follow.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut paused just long enough to let his gaze linger -- a quiet, appreciative sweep over burgundy silk, and then followed her into the Mercedes.

Anton shut the door with a soft, decisive click.

The car pulled away, yet he didn’t speak at first; he simply reached over, gloved fingers finding hers in the dim, and threaded them together without asking. A small, deliberate claim.

“First rule of the evening,” he said at last, voice low, almost conspiratorial. “If anyone bores you, we leave. No explanations, no goodbyes. Second rule: you remain by my side throughout it, unless it’s to reach for champagne or someone’s throat.”

He turned his head, the passing streetlights catching the faint curve of a smile.

“Everything else is negotiable, Ember.”

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled–soft and melodic–tightening her grip on his hand. She fixed him with a mischievous smirk. "Those rules suit me just fine."

She leaned back in her seat, features more relaxed than they had been in a very long time. Her eye twinkled with amusement, shining like a tiny sun under the city lights.

"Just remember your promise to hold my drink if I need to strangle a jackass."

[emberescalante]

@baronhelmutjzemo

[Sorry if I'm bothering you, but you haven't replied in a few days, and I thought you might have forgotten about me]

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering smile was small, crooked, almost boyish beneath the scar.

“I gave my word,” he murmured, shifting so the passing streetlights slid across his face like slow water. “Champagne in one hand, your wrath in the other. I have never been more useful.”

His thumb traced once across the inside of her wrist, feather-light.

“And if anyone is foolish enough to test you tonight, they’ll discover I’m an excellent accomplice.”

The car turned onto Fifth, the plaza ahead already glittering with photographers and winter-white floodlights.

He leaned a fraction closer, voice dropping to the register he used only when the world wasn’t listening.

“Ready to make an entrance, liebling? Or shall we circle the block once more, just to keep them waiting?”

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember couldn't help but grin at his words. "Good, because tonight would be boring without a little bit of fun to keep things lively."

She glanced out the window for a moment, frowning at the approaching venue and the chaos of flashing cameras. For a moment, she thought about putting it off--not particularly fond of the spotlight--but she didn't want Helmut to regret choosing her as his partner.

She took a deep breath, resigning herself to the inevitable attention and decided if she was going to be seen, it ought to be on her own terms.

"Let's make our entrance." She flashes a half-smile. "And let's make it memorable."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

The Mercedes stopped. Flashes detonated.

Helmut stepped out, coat snapping in the wind, and offered his hand (steady, soldier-solid). He pulled her up beside him, grip firm, then slid her arm through his without ceremony.

“Chin up,” he said under his breath. “Smile like you’re deciding whose career ends tonight. Works every time.”

He angled his body half a step ahead of hers, shielding her from the worst of the crush.

“Ten more seconds of this nonsense. Then we’re going inside, and they can choke on their own lenses thereafter.”

A quick, conspiratorial glance.

“Ready to make them regret owning cameras?”

[emberescalante]

Ember took his hand, grateful for his apparent ease in such situations, sliding her arm through his. She takes a firm stance and flashes a smile that, frankly, looks more menacing than anything else.

She leans in, murmuring in his ear without breaking stride. "I'm tempted to shove their lenses down their throats myself, but I should probably save the violence for later in the evening."

A pause. She takes a deep breath. "Let's make sure they know we own the night."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s low laugh brushed her ear, warm and approving.

“Save the violence,” he echoed, steering them through the gauntlet of flashes with the calm of a man who once escorted by armed guards. “Let them wonder when it’s coming. Anticipation is half the punishment.”

Another step, another burst of light.

“They already know,” he murmured. “Look at them scrambling for the shot they’ll never quite capture."

His grip tightened, assuaging and steady.

“We do own the night, my lady," he affirmed, the smile still lingering, faint, hooked to the corners of his lips. "Now let’s go collect the rent.”

[emberescalante]

Helmut's continued steadiness seemed to calm something in Ember giving her the confidence to flash a smirk at the camera and at him.

"Lead the way."

As they walked towards the entrance, Ember's confidence grew with each step, but she couldn't help but glance over at Helmut. His continued confidence was something she appreciated, but also found borderline obnoxious.

"I envy your ease with the press."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s reply came swift as winter wind.

‘Burgundy and black were chosen for precisely that golden eye. Good.’

Then, softer:

‘“Almost sweet?"' 'Ah, very well: consider them yours to judge. Your place or mine?’

Before she could type a single letter, another message slipped through.

‘Never mind. Anton is already en route. He will be outside in about... seven minutes. Bring the attitude; leave the reluctance.’

A final text, almost gentle:

‘Emeralds confirmed. I’ll be waiting, liebling. Don't keep me too long.’

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled at her phone as she read the first message.

Yes, almost. You know heads turning is rarely a positive experience for me, but I'll let it slide this time.

She paused as the next few messages filtered through. Her expression became fond and a touch teasing.

I'll be there soon as long as Anton doesn't get lost on his way here.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering text arrived before the engine of the dark Mercedes had even purred to the curb outside her building.

‘He will not get lost. He's an individual skilled in more ways than one. Ex-military.’

A second later:

‘And have a little bit of faith in yourself, liebling. Heads will turn because you are magnificent, not because you are monstrous. Let them stare. I plan to.’

He paused in the foyer, coat already shrugged on, the midnight-blue garment bags waiting like conspirators on the chaise.

‘Seven flights of stairs or the service lift (your choice). Door opens in four minutes. I know some impatience may seem unbecoming, but mine is entirely your fault.’

[emberescalante]

Ember's eye flicked to the window as she heard the Mercedes pulling up outside the building then back down to her phone with amusement.

I should have known even your driver would be ex military.

She grabbed her signature black leather jacket and headed down to the car, as the next message came. She nodded to Anton as he opened the door for her, settling in before typing her next reply.

Your staring I don't mind. Their staring might result in me "accidentally" ruining their fancy clothing.

I chuckle to myself, only mostly kidding. Anton drove through the streets with ease and in mere minutes Ember had arrived at Helmut's building. She stepped out, giving Anton another polite nod before making her way to the lift.

On my way up now.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

The lift sighed open.

Helmut lay reclined at the sofa’s heart like a blade sheathed in velvet: one arm draped along the back, ankle crossed over knee, midnight coat falling open just enough to reveal the edges of his waistcoat. The last of the sunlight poured in through the gaps in the partially drawn velvet curtains, catching the line of his jaw and the indolent curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes already on her -- knowing, expectant, almost-smug, yet inviting.

Only then did he move. He rose from the leather-clad seat, stationing the crystal tumbler that had been idling in his fingers down.

“Seven minutes precisely. Come on, in. Your armour awaits.” His gaze flickered over -- only for a fraction of a second, to the burgundy silk and liquid black that lay draped across the opposite chaise, waiting to be claimed.

[emberescalante]

The lift door opened to reveal Helmut in all his semi-smug glory, but a smile twitched at the corners of Ember's mouth. Her eye swept over his appearance appreciatively for just a moment before meeting his gaze.

"I'd hardly call a dress armor, but I guess I can indulge you for tonight."

Ember smirked teasingly as she turned her attention to the waiting dresses. Her fingers brushed the fabric lightly. "At least you have good taste."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze tracked the path of her fingers over silk, the firelight catching the faint satisfaction in his eyes.

“Armor is whatever makes them flinch when you walk past,” he answered, voice low and velvet-rough. “Tonight, silk will do the job better than Kevlar.” He moved at last, unhurried, coat shifting like dark water, as he stepped behind her. Close enough that she caught the scent of sandalwood and cologne that always clung to him. "I've been told," he murmured, the corners of his lips curling wider. "Go ahead, try them on."

[emberescalante]

Ember glanced back at him with a smirk, her hand lingering on the burgundy silk. She gathered the fabric in her arms.

"Then hold on a moment and I'll try on this armor you chose."

She turned on her heels and brushed past him, the faint scent of smoke as spices lingering in the air where she had been. She went into the nearby bathroom to try on the first dress–a black silk dress that clung to all her curves like it was painted on.

She examined the burgundy dress next, trying it on in front of the mirror. This one had those "thinnest straps known to couture" that Helmut had mentioned as well as a plunging neckline. Well, if she was going to wear a dress, it might as well be one that would leave others speechless. Maybe it would distract from the missing eye.

Having made her choice, she stepped back out into the foyer. "I think the burgundy one will do nicely."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut had not moved from his spot; only turned enough to watch the bathroom door, glass forgotten on the table.

When it opened and Ember stepped out in the burgundy silk, the firelight caught the deep, dangerous color and slid along the thin straps and plunging neckline like it had been waiting years for permission.

The room went quieter than it had any right to.

He drew one slow breath, the faintest curve touching his mouth -- approval, almost triumph.

“Perfect,” he said simply, voice low. “They won’t know whether to bow or flee.”

He crossed the floor in three measured strides, lifted the emerald stickpin from the small velvet tray on the console, and held it out between gloved fingers.

“May I?”

Without waiting for the answer he had already presumed, he fastened it at the hollow of her throat, the stone settling against warm skin like it had always belonged there.

“There. Now the armor is complete. Perfection... Or dangerously close, at the very least.”

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember normally would have bristled at his presumption, but for the first time in her life, a dress really did feel like armor and not a cage.

She glanced down at the emerald gleaming against her skin and smiled.

"At least this time they'll flee for entirely different reasons than usual. I might end up enjoying myself more than I thought."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gloved knuckles lingered a fraction longer than necessary beneath the emerald, the pad of his thumb brushing the hollow of her throat as though checking the stone sat exactly right.

“Different reasons, yes,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough, “and all of them mine to enjoy first.”

He let his hand fall, but not before the backs of his fingers grazed the bare line of her shoulder -- light, deliberate, yet played off as purely coincidental.

“You look like the moment before a war starts, Ember.” A small tilt of his head. “If anyone stares too long or speaks out of turn, you have my permission to ruin them. I’ll even hold your drink while you do.”

He stepped back, offering his arm with old-world grace.

“Come. Anton is waiting. Quick. Before he decides he is too overqualified to be catering to my brattiness, and challenges me to a duel that I'd certainly -- nine times out of ten, lose."

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember's gaze lingered on his hand as it brushed her shoulder, expression unreadable. Then she smirked, taking his arm.

"I might just take you up on that. The party might get boring and might need to liven it up."

As she lets Helmut lead her along, she can't help but laugh.

"If Anton challenges you, I'll make sure he at least avoids damaging your face. It would be a shame to attend this event with you too bruised up."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s low laugh rumbled against her palm where it rested in the crook of his elbow.

“Well, then we could only hope Anton knows better,” he said, guiding her toward the lift with the unhurried certainty of a man who had already decided the evening belonged to them. “And bruises me only when I let him to.”

The doors slid open; he let her enter first, then followed, thumb brushing idly over her knuckles as the lift began its descent.

“Though if anyone does manage to bruise me,” he added, glancing sideways, eyes catching the city lights through the glass wall, “I’ll consider it a fair trade for the privilege of watching you terrify Manhattan’s finest in that dress.”

A softer note crept in, almost shy beneath the teasing.

“You look… happy, Ember. It suits you more than vengeance ever could.”

[emberescalante]

Ember enters the lift, her slitted pupil dancing with mirth.

"Well, if you want to see Manhattan terrified, you've come to the right woman," she chuckles as the elevator descends.

There is a moment of comfortable silence before Helmut's next words. When Ember catches his change in tone, she can't help but flash a soft smile.

"I am happy. I feel almost normal for the first time in... Well, I don't know how long."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze stayed on her reflection in the polished brass of the lift wall, the city’s lights streaking past like silent comets.

“Normal,” he echoed, tasting the word as though it were foreign on his tongue. “A rare vintage.”

The lift slowed. He turned to face her fully, gloved hand rising to settle, feather-light, over her own.

“Then let tonight be the first glass,” he said quietly. “No missions, no masks. Just us -- and a room full of people who will never understand what they’re looking at.”

The doors parted with a whisper. Anton waited beyond, cap dipped in discreet greeting.

Helmut’s smile returned, smaller now, almost tender.

“After you, liebling. Let’s go remind the world what dangerous and happy look like when they share the same heartbeat.”

[emberescalante]

"No missions, no masks," Ember echoed softly. "I like the sound of that." She squeezed his hand softly before releasing it.

"Let's go terrorize Manhattan's finest and look damn good while doing it," she teased as she exited the lift heading for the car.

Anton opened the door and Ember slipped into the back, settling in as she waited for Helmut to follow.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut paused just long enough to let his gaze linger -- a quiet, appreciative sweep over burgundy silk, and then followed her into the Mercedes.

Anton shut the door with a soft, decisive click.

The car pulled away, yet he didn’t speak at first; he simply reached over, gloved fingers finding hers in the dim, and threaded them together without asking. A small, deliberate claim.

“First rule of the evening,” he said at last, voice low, almost conspiratorial. “If anyone bores you, we leave. No explanations, no goodbyes. Second rule: you remain by my side throughout it, unless it’s to reach for champagne or someone’s throat.”

He turned his head, the passing streetlights catching the faint curve of a smile.

“Everything else is negotiable, Ember.”

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled–soft and melodic–tightening her grip on his hand. She fixed him with a mischievous smirk. "Those rules suit me just fine."

She leaned back in her seat, features more relaxed than they had been in a very long time. Her eye twinkled with amusement, shining like a tiny sun under the city lights.

"Just remember your promise to hold my drink if I need to strangle a jackass."

[emberescalante]

@baronhelmutjzemo

[Sorry if I'm bothering you, but you haven't replied in a few days, and I thought you might have forgotten about me]

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering smile was small, crooked, almost boyish beneath the scar.

“I gave my word,” he murmured, shifting so the passing streetlights slid across his face like slow water. “Champagne in one hand, your wrath in the other. I have never been more useful.”

His thumb traced once across the inside of her wrist, feather-light.

“And if anyone is foolish enough to test you tonight, they’ll discover I’m an excellent accomplice.”

The car turned onto Fifth, the plaza ahead already glittering with photographers and winter-white floodlights.

He leaned a fraction closer, voice dropping to the register he used only when the world wasn’t listening.

“Ready to make an entrance, liebling? Or shall we circle the block once more, just to keep them waiting?”

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember couldn't help but grin at his words. "Good, because tonight would be boring without a little bit of fun to keep things lively."

She glanced out the window for a moment, frowning at the approaching venue and the chaos of flashing cameras. For a moment, she thought about putting it off--not particularly fond of the spotlight--but she didn't want Helmut to regret choosing her as his partner.

She took a deep breath, resigning herself to the inevitable attention and decided if she was going to be seen, it ought to be on her own terms.

"Let's make our entrance." She flashes a half-smile. "And let's make it memorable."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

The Mercedes stopped. Flashes detonated.

Helmut stepped out, coat snapping in the wind, and offered his hand (steady, soldier-solid). He pulled her up beside him, grip firm, then slid her arm through his without ceremony.

“Chin up,” he said under his breath. “Smile like you’re deciding whose career ends tonight. Works every time.”

He angled his body half a step ahead of hers, shielding her from the worst of the crush.

“Ten more seconds of this nonsense. Then we’re going inside, and they can choke on their own lenses thereafter.”

A quick, conspiratorial glance.

“Ready to make them regret owning cameras?”

[emberescalante]

Ember took his hand, grateful for his apparent ease in such situations, sliding her arm through his. She takes a firm stance and flashes a smile that, frankly, looks more menacing than anything else.

She leans in, murmuring in his ear without breaking stride. "I'm tempted to shove their lenses down their throats myself, but I should probably save the violence for later in the evening."

A pause. She takes a deep breath. "Let's make sure they know we own the night."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s reply came swift as winter wind.

‘Burgundy and black were chosen for precisely that golden eye. Good.’

Then, softer:

‘“Almost sweet?"' 'Ah, very well: consider them yours to judge. Your place or mine?’

Before she could type a single letter, another message slipped through.

‘Never mind. Anton is already en route. He will be outside in about... seven minutes. Bring the attitude; leave the reluctance.’

A final text, almost gentle:

‘Emeralds confirmed. I’ll be waiting, liebling. Don't keep me too long.’

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled at her phone as she read the first message.

Yes, almost. You know heads turning is rarely a positive experience for me, but I'll let it slide this time.

She paused as the next few messages filtered through. Her expression became fond and a touch teasing.

I'll be there soon as long as Anton doesn't get lost on his way here.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering text arrived before the engine of the dark Mercedes had even purred to the curb outside her building.

‘He will not get lost. He's an individual skilled in more ways than one. Ex-military.’

A second later:

‘And have a little bit of faith in yourself, liebling. Heads will turn because you are magnificent, not because you are monstrous. Let them stare. I plan to.’

He paused in the foyer, coat already shrugged on, the midnight-blue garment bags waiting like conspirators on the chaise.

‘Seven flights of stairs or the service lift (your choice). Door opens in four minutes. I know some impatience may seem unbecoming, but mine is entirely your fault.’

[emberescalante]

Ember's eye flicked to the window as she heard the Mercedes pulling up outside the building then back down to her phone with amusement.

I should have known even your driver would be ex military.

She grabbed her signature black leather jacket and headed down to the car, as the next message came. She nodded to Anton as he opened the door for her, settling in before typing her next reply.

Your staring I don't mind. Their staring might result in me "accidentally" ruining their fancy clothing.

I chuckle to myself, only mostly kidding. Anton drove through the streets with ease and in mere minutes Ember had arrived at Helmut's building. She stepped out, giving Anton another polite nod before making her way to the lift.

On my way up now.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

The lift sighed open.

Helmut lay reclined at the sofa’s heart like a blade sheathed in velvet: one arm draped along the back, ankle crossed over knee, midnight coat falling open just enough to reveal the edges of his waistcoat. The last of the sunlight poured in through the gaps in the partially drawn velvet curtains, catching the line of his jaw and the indolent curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes already on her -- knowing, expectant, almost-smug, yet inviting.

Only then did he move. He rose from the leather-clad seat, stationing the crystal tumbler that had been idling in his fingers down.

“Seven minutes precisely. Come on, in. Your armour awaits.” His gaze flickered over -- only for a fraction of a second, to the burgundy silk and liquid black that lay draped across the opposite chaise, waiting to be claimed.

[emberescalante]

The lift door opened to reveal Helmut in all his semi-smug glory, but a smile twitched at the corners of Ember's mouth. Her eye swept over his appearance appreciatively for just a moment before meeting his gaze.

"I'd hardly call a dress armor, but I guess I can indulge you for tonight."

Ember smirked teasingly as she turned her attention to the waiting dresses. Her fingers brushed the fabric lightly. "At least you have good taste."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze tracked the path of her fingers over silk, the firelight catching the faint satisfaction in his eyes.

“Armor is whatever makes them flinch when you walk past,” he answered, voice low and velvet-rough. “Tonight, silk will do the job better than Kevlar.” He moved at last, unhurried, coat shifting like dark water, as he stepped behind her. Close enough that she caught the scent of sandalwood and cologne that always clung to him. "I've been told," he murmured, the corners of his lips curling wider. "Go ahead, try them on."

[emberescalante]

Ember glanced back at him with a smirk, her hand lingering on the burgundy silk. She gathered the fabric in her arms.

"Then hold on a moment and I'll try on this armor you chose."

She turned on her heels and brushed past him, the faint scent of smoke as spices lingering in the air where she had been. She went into the nearby bathroom to try on the first dress–a black silk dress that clung to all her curves like it was painted on.

She examined the burgundy dress next, trying it on in front of the mirror. This one had those "thinnest straps known to couture" that Helmut had mentioned as well as a plunging neckline. Well, if she was going to wear a dress, it might as well be one that would leave others speechless. Maybe it would distract from the missing eye.

Having made her choice, she stepped back out into the foyer. "I think the burgundy one will do nicely."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut had not moved from his spot; only turned enough to watch the bathroom door, glass forgotten on the table.

When it opened and Ember stepped out in the burgundy silk, the firelight caught the deep, dangerous color and slid along the thin straps and plunging neckline like it had been waiting years for permission.

The room went quieter than it had any right to.

He drew one slow breath, the faintest curve touching his mouth -- approval, almost triumph.

“Perfect,” he said simply, voice low. “They won’t know whether to bow or flee.”

He crossed the floor in three measured strides, lifted the emerald stickpin from the small velvet tray on the console, and held it out between gloved fingers.

“May I?”

Without waiting for the answer he had already presumed, he fastened it at the hollow of her throat, the stone settling against warm skin like it had always belonged there.

“There. Now the armor is complete. Perfection... Or dangerously close, at the very least.”

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember normally would have bristled at his presumption, but for the first time in her life, a dress really did feel like armor and not a cage.

She glanced down at the emerald gleaming against her skin and smiled.

"At least this time they'll flee for entirely different reasons than usual. I might end up enjoying myself more than I thought."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gloved knuckles lingered a fraction longer than necessary beneath the emerald, the pad of his thumb brushing the hollow of her throat as though checking the stone sat exactly right.

“Different reasons, yes,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough, “and all of them mine to enjoy first.”

He let his hand fall, but not before the backs of his fingers grazed the bare line of her shoulder -- light, deliberate, yet played off as purely coincidental.

“You look like the moment before a war starts, Ember.” A small tilt of his head. “If anyone stares too long or speaks out of turn, you have my permission to ruin them. I’ll even hold your drink while you do.”

He stepped back, offering his arm with old-world grace.

“Come. Anton is waiting. Quick. Before he decides he is too overqualified to be catering to my brattiness, and challenges me to a duel that I'd certainly -- nine times out of ten, lose."

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember's gaze lingered on his hand as it brushed her shoulder, expression unreadable. Then she smirked, taking his arm.

"I might just take you up on that. The party might get boring and might need to liven it up."

As she lets Helmut lead her along, she can't help but laugh.

"If Anton challenges you, I'll make sure he at least avoids damaging your face. It would be a shame to attend this event with you too bruised up."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s low laugh rumbled against her palm where it rested in the crook of his elbow.

“Well, then we could only hope Anton knows better,” he said, guiding her toward the lift with the unhurried certainty of a man who had already decided the evening belonged to them. “And bruises me only when I let him to.”

The doors slid open; he let her enter first, then followed, thumb brushing idly over her knuckles as the lift began its descent.

“Though if anyone does manage to bruise me,” he added, glancing sideways, eyes catching the city lights through the glass wall, “I’ll consider it a fair trade for the privilege of watching you terrify Manhattan’s finest in that dress.”

A softer note crept in, almost shy beneath the teasing.

“You look… happy, Ember. It suits you more than vengeance ever could.”

[emberescalante]

Ember enters the lift, her slitted pupil dancing with mirth.

"Well, if you want to see Manhattan terrified, you've come to the right woman," she chuckles as the elevator descends.

There is a moment of comfortable silence before Helmut's next words. When Ember catches his change in tone, she can't help but flash a soft smile.

"I am happy. I feel almost normal for the first time in... Well, I don't know how long."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze stayed on her reflection in the polished brass of the lift wall, the city’s lights streaking past like silent comets.

“Normal,” he echoed, tasting the word as though it were foreign on his tongue. “A rare vintage.”

The lift slowed. He turned to face her fully, gloved hand rising to settle, feather-light, over her own.

“Then let tonight be the first glass,” he said quietly. “No missions, no masks. Just us -- and a room full of people who will never understand what they’re looking at.”

The doors parted with a whisper. Anton waited beyond, cap dipped in discreet greeting.

Helmut’s smile returned, smaller now, almost tender.

“After you, liebling. Let’s go remind the world what dangerous and happy look like when they share the same heartbeat.”

[emberescalante]

"No missions, no masks," Ember echoed softly. "I like the sound of that." She squeezed his hand softly before releasing it.

"Let's go terrorize Manhattan's finest and look damn good while doing it," she teased as she exited the lift heading for the car.

Anton opened the door and Ember slipped into the back, settling in as she waited for Helmut to follow.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut paused just long enough to let his gaze linger -- a quiet, appreciative sweep over burgundy silk, and then followed her into the Mercedes.

Anton shut the door with a soft, decisive click.

The car pulled away, yet he didn’t speak at first; he simply reached over, gloved fingers finding hers in the dim, and threaded them together without asking. A small, deliberate claim.

“First rule of the evening,” he said at last, voice low, almost conspiratorial. “If anyone bores you, we leave. No explanations, no goodbyes. Second rule: you remain by my side throughout it, unless it’s to reach for champagne or someone’s throat.”

He turned his head, the passing streetlights catching the faint curve of a smile.

“Everything else is negotiable, Ember.”

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled–soft and melodic–tightening her grip on his hand. She fixed him with a mischievous smirk. "Those rules suit me just fine."

She leaned back in her seat, features more relaxed than they had been in a very long time. Her eye twinkled with amusement, shining like a tiny sun under the city lights.

"Just remember your promise to hold my drink if I need to strangle a jackass."

[emberescalante]

@baronhelmutjzemo

[Sorry if I'm bothering you, but you haven't replied in a few days, and I thought you might have forgotten about me]

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering laugh was low, almost startled by its own warmth.

“Consider it my sacred duty,” he said, lifting their joined hands to brush a brief, courtly kiss across her knuckles, never mind that the glove still separated skin from skin. “One hand for yours, one for the champagne. If violence becomes necessary, I shall remain perfectly balanced.”

His touch was gingerly -- delicate, even as he retracted his hand, settling it back atop his own thigh; yet his gaze remained uninterrupted.

[emberescalante]

Ember's smirk turned into a grin, her eye turning soft at the warmth of his laugh. Her gaze never left his as she watched him brush his lips across her knuckles.

"You should probably try to calm me down instead of encouraging me," she chuckled. "But then again, where's the fun in that?"

She looked out the window, the streetlights illuminating her profile. She could see the venue up ahead. Shortly she would need to face the music, but with Helmut by her side, she thought it might not be so bad this time.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s reply came swift as winter wind.

‘Burgundy and black were chosen for precisely that golden eye. Good.’

Then, softer:

‘“Almost sweet?"' 'Ah, very well: consider them yours to judge. Your place or mine?’

Before she could type a single letter, another message slipped through.

‘Never mind. Anton is already en route. He will be outside in about... seven minutes. Bring the attitude; leave the reluctance.’

A final text, almost gentle:

‘Emeralds confirmed. I’ll be waiting, liebling. Don't keep me too long.’

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled at her phone as she read the first message.

Yes, almost. You know heads turning is rarely a positive experience for me, but I'll let it slide this time.

She paused as the next few messages filtered through. Her expression became fond and a touch teasing.

I'll be there soon as long as Anton doesn't get lost on his way here.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering text arrived before the engine of the dark Mercedes had even purred to the curb outside her building.

‘He will not get lost. He's an individual skilled in more ways than one. Ex-military.’

A second later:

‘And have a little bit of faith in yourself, liebling. Heads will turn because you are magnificent, not because you are monstrous. Let them stare. I plan to.’

He paused in the foyer, coat already shrugged on, the midnight-blue garment bags waiting like conspirators on the chaise.

‘Seven flights of stairs or the service lift (your choice). Door opens in four minutes. I know some impatience may seem unbecoming, but mine is entirely your fault.’

[emberescalante]

Ember's eye flicked to the window as she heard the Mercedes pulling up outside the building then back down to her phone with amusement.

I should have known even your driver would be ex military.

She grabbed her signature black leather jacket and headed down to the car, as the next message came. She nodded to Anton as he opened the door for her, settling in before typing her next reply.

Your staring I don't mind. Their staring might result in me "accidentally" ruining their fancy clothing.

I chuckle to myself, only mostly kidding. Anton drove through the streets with ease and in mere minutes Ember had arrived at Helmut's building. She stepped out, giving Anton another polite nod before making her way to the lift.

On my way up now.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

The lift sighed open.

Helmut lay reclined at the sofa’s heart like a blade sheathed in velvet: one arm draped along the back, ankle crossed over knee, midnight coat falling open just enough to reveal the edges of his waistcoat. The last of the sunlight poured in through the gaps in the partially drawn velvet curtains, catching the line of his jaw and the indolent curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes already on her -- knowing, expectant, almost-smug, yet inviting.

Only then did he move. He rose from the leather-clad seat, stationing the crystal tumbler that had been idling in his fingers down.

“Seven minutes precisely. Come on, in. Your armour awaits.” His gaze flickered over -- only for a fraction of a second, to the burgundy silk and liquid black that lay draped across the opposite chaise, waiting to be claimed.

[emberescalante]

The lift door opened to reveal Helmut in all his semi-smug glory, but a smile twitched at the corners of Ember's mouth. Her eye swept over his appearance appreciatively for just a moment before meeting his gaze.

"I'd hardly call a dress armor, but I guess I can indulge you for tonight."

Ember smirked teasingly as she turned her attention to the waiting dresses. Her fingers brushed the fabric lightly. "At least you have good taste."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze tracked the path of her fingers over silk, the firelight catching the faint satisfaction in his eyes.

“Armor is whatever makes them flinch when you walk past,” he answered, voice low and velvet-rough. “Tonight, silk will do the job better than Kevlar.” He moved at last, unhurried, coat shifting like dark water, as he stepped behind her. Close enough that she caught the scent of sandalwood and cologne that always clung to him. "I've been told," he murmured, the corners of his lips curling wider. "Go ahead, try them on."

[emberescalante]

Ember glanced back at him with a smirk, her hand lingering on the burgundy silk. She gathered the fabric in her arms.

"Then hold on a moment and I'll try on this armor you chose."

She turned on her heels and brushed past him, the faint scent of smoke as spices lingering in the air where she had been. She went into the nearby bathroom to try on the first dress–a black silk dress that clung to all her curves like it was painted on.

She examined the burgundy dress next, trying it on in front of the mirror. This one had those "thinnest straps known to couture" that Helmut had mentioned as well as a plunging neckline. Well, if she was going to wear a dress, it might as well be one that would leave others speechless. Maybe it would distract from the missing eye.

Having made her choice, she stepped back out into the foyer. "I think the burgundy one will do nicely."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut had not moved from his spot; only turned enough to watch the bathroom door, glass forgotten on the table.

When it opened and Ember stepped out in the burgundy silk, the firelight caught the deep, dangerous color and slid along the thin straps and plunging neckline like it had been waiting years for permission.

The room went quieter than it had any right to.

He drew one slow breath, the faintest curve touching his mouth -- approval, almost triumph.

“Perfect,” he said simply, voice low. “They won’t know whether to bow or flee.”

He crossed the floor in three measured strides, lifted the emerald stickpin from the small velvet tray on the console, and held it out between gloved fingers.

“May I?”

Without waiting for the answer he had already presumed, he fastened it at the hollow of her throat, the stone settling against warm skin like it had always belonged there.

“There. Now the armor is complete. Perfection... Or dangerously close, at the very least.”

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember normally would have bristled at his presumption, but for the first time in her life, a dress really did feel like armor and not a cage.

She glanced down at the emerald gleaming against her skin and smiled.

"At least this time they'll flee for entirely different reasons than usual. I might end up enjoying myself more than I thought."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gloved knuckles lingered a fraction longer than necessary beneath the emerald, the pad of his thumb brushing the hollow of her throat as though checking the stone sat exactly right.

“Different reasons, yes,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough, “and all of them mine to enjoy first.”

He let his hand fall, but not before the backs of his fingers grazed the bare line of her shoulder -- light, deliberate, yet played off as purely coincidental.

“You look like the moment before a war starts, Ember.” A small tilt of his head. “If anyone stares too long or speaks out of turn, you have my permission to ruin them. I’ll even hold your drink while you do.”

He stepped back, offering his arm with old-world grace.

“Come. Anton is waiting. Quick. Before he decides he is too overqualified to be catering to my brattiness, and challenges me to a duel that I'd certainly -- nine times out of ten, lose."

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember's gaze lingered on his hand as it brushed her shoulder, expression unreadable. Then she smirked, taking his arm.

"I might just take you up on that. The party might get boring and might need to liven it up."

As she lets Helmut lead her along, she can't help but laugh.

"If Anton challenges you, I'll make sure he at least avoids damaging your face. It would be a shame to attend this event with you too bruised up."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s low laugh rumbled against her palm where it rested in the crook of his elbow.

“Well, then we could only hope Anton knows better,” he said, guiding her toward the lift with the unhurried certainty of a man who had already decided the evening belonged to them. “And bruises me only when I let him to.”

The doors slid open; he let her enter first, then followed, thumb brushing idly over her knuckles as the lift began its descent.

“Though if anyone does manage to bruise me,” he added, glancing sideways, eyes catching the city lights through the glass wall, “I’ll consider it a fair trade for the privilege of watching you terrify Manhattan’s finest in that dress.”

A softer note crept in, almost shy beneath the teasing.

“You look… happy, Ember. It suits you more than vengeance ever could.”

[emberescalante]

Ember enters the lift, her slitted pupil dancing with mirth.

"Well, if you want to see Manhattan terrified, you've come to the right woman," she chuckles as the elevator descends.

There is a moment of comfortable silence before Helmut's next words. When Ember catches his change in tone, she can't help but flash a soft smile.

"I am happy. I feel almost normal for the first time in... Well, I don't know how long."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze stayed on her reflection in the polished brass of the lift wall, the city’s lights streaking past like silent comets.

“Normal,” he echoed, tasting the word as though it were foreign on his tongue. “A rare vintage.”

The lift slowed. He turned to face her fully, gloved hand rising to settle, feather-light, over her own.

“Then let tonight be the first glass,” he said quietly. “No missions, no masks. Just us -- and a room full of people who will never understand what they’re looking at.”

The doors parted with a whisper. Anton waited beyond, cap dipped in discreet greeting.

Helmut’s smile returned, smaller now, almost tender.

“After you, liebling. Let’s go remind the world what dangerous and happy look like when they share the same heartbeat.”

[emberescalante]

"No missions, no masks," Ember echoed softly. "I like the sound of that." She squeezed his hand softly before releasing it.

"Let's go terrorize Manhattan's finest and look damn good while doing it," she teased as she exited the lift heading for the car.

Anton opened the door and Ember slipped into the back, settling in as she waited for Helmut to follow.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut paused just long enough to let his gaze linger -- a quiet, appreciative sweep over burgundy silk, and then followed her into the Mercedes.

Anton shut the door with a soft, decisive click.

The car pulled away, yet he didn’t speak at first; he simply reached over, gloved fingers finding hers in the dim, and threaded them together without asking. A small, deliberate claim.

“First rule of the evening,” he said at last, voice low, almost conspiratorial. “If anyone bores you, we leave. No explanations, no goodbyes. Second rule: you remain by my side throughout it, unless it’s to reach for champagne or someone’s throat.”

He turned his head, the passing streetlights catching the faint curve of a smile.

“Everything else is negotiable, Ember.”

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled–soft and melodic–tightening her grip on his hand. She fixed him with a mischievous smirk. "Those rules suit me just fine."

She leaned back in her seat, features more relaxed than they had been in a very long time. Her eye twinkled with amusement, shining like a tiny sun under the city lights.

"Just remember your promise to hold my drink if I need to strangle a jackass."

[emberescalante]

@baronhelmutjzemo

[Sorry if I'm bothering you, but you haven't replied in a few days, and I thought you might have forgotten about me]

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s reply came swift as winter wind.

‘Burgundy and black were chosen for precisely that golden eye. Good.’

Then, softer:

‘“Almost sweet?"' 'Ah, very well: consider them yours to judge. Your place or mine?’

Before she could type a single letter, another message slipped through.

‘Never mind. Anton is already en route. He will be outside in about... seven minutes. Bring the attitude; leave the reluctance.’

A final text, almost gentle:

‘Emeralds confirmed. I’ll be waiting, liebling. Don't keep me too long.’

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled at her phone as she read the first message.

Yes, almost. You know heads turning is rarely a positive experience for me, but I'll let it slide this time.

She paused as the next few messages filtered through. Her expression became fond and a touch teasing.

I'll be there soon as long as Anton doesn't get lost on his way here.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering text arrived before the engine of the dark Mercedes had even purred to the curb outside her building.

‘He will not get lost. He's an individual skilled in more ways than one. Ex-military.’

A second later:

‘And have a little bit of faith in yourself, liebling. Heads will turn because you are magnificent, not because you are monstrous. Let them stare. I plan to.’

He paused in the foyer, coat already shrugged on, the midnight-blue garment bags waiting like conspirators on the chaise.

‘Seven flights of stairs or the service lift (your choice). Door opens in four minutes. I know some impatience may seem unbecoming, but mine is entirely your fault.’

[emberescalante]

Ember's eye flicked to the window as she heard the Mercedes pulling up outside the building then back down to her phone with amusement.

I should have known even your driver would be ex military.

She grabbed her signature black leather jacket and headed down to the car, as the next message came. She nodded to Anton as he opened the door for her, settling in before typing her next reply.

Your staring I don't mind. Their staring might result in me "accidentally" ruining their fancy clothing.

I chuckle to myself, only mostly kidding. Anton drove through the streets with ease and in mere minutes Ember had arrived at Helmut's building. She stepped out, giving Anton another polite nod before making her way to the lift.

On my way up now.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

The lift sighed open.

Helmut lay reclined at the sofa’s heart like a blade sheathed in velvet: one arm draped along the back, ankle crossed over knee, midnight coat falling open just enough to reveal the edges of his waistcoat. The last of the sunlight poured in through the gaps in the partially drawn velvet curtains, catching the line of his jaw and the indolent curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes already on her -- knowing, expectant, almost-smug, yet inviting.

Only then did he move. He rose from the leather-clad seat, stationing the crystal tumbler that had been idling in his fingers down.

“Seven minutes precisely. Come on, in. Your armour awaits.” His gaze flickered over -- only for a fraction of a second, to the burgundy silk and liquid black that lay draped across the opposite chaise, waiting to be claimed.

[emberescalante]

The lift door opened to reveal Helmut in all his semi-smug glory, but a smile twitched at the corners of Ember's mouth. Her eye swept over his appearance appreciatively for just a moment before meeting his gaze.

"I'd hardly call a dress armor, but I guess I can indulge you for tonight."

Ember smirked teasingly as she turned her attention to the waiting dresses. Her fingers brushed the fabric lightly. "At least you have good taste."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze tracked the path of her fingers over silk, the firelight catching the faint satisfaction in his eyes.

“Armor is whatever makes them flinch when you walk past,” he answered, voice low and velvet-rough. “Tonight, silk will do the job better than Kevlar.” He moved at last, unhurried, coat shifting like dark water, as he stepped behind her. Close enough that she caught the scent of sandalwood and cologne that always clung to him. "I've been told," he murmured, the corners of his lips curling wider. "Go ahead, try them on."

[emberescalante]

Ember glanced back at him with a smirk, her hand lingering on the burgundy silk. She gathered the fabric in her arms.

"Then hold on a moment and I'll try on this armor you chose."

She turned on her heels and brushed past him, the faint scent of smoke as spices lingering in the air where she had been. She went into the nearby bathroom to try on the first dress–a black silk dress that clung to all her curves like it was painted on.

She examined the burgundy dress next, trying it on in front of the mirror. This one had those "thinnest straps known to couture" that Helmut had mentioned as well as a plunging neckline. Well, if she was going to wear a dress, it might as well be one that would leave others speechless. Maybe it would distract from the missing eye.

Having made her choice, she stepped back out into the foyer. "I think the burgundy one will do nicely."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut had not moved from his spot; only turned enough to watch the bathroom door, glass forgotten on the table.

When it opened and Ember stepped out in the burgundy silk, the firelight caught the deep, dangerous color and slid along the thin straps and plunging neckline like it had been waiting years for permission.

The room went quieter than it had any right to.

He drew one slow breath, the faintest curve touching his mouth -- approval, almost triumph.

“Perfect,” he said simply, voice low. “They won’t know whether to bow or flee.”

He crossed the floor in three measured strides, lifted the emerald stickpin from the small velvet tray on the console, and held it out between gloved fingers.

“May I?”

Without waiting for the answer he had already presumed, he fastened it at the hollow of her throat, the stone settling against warm skin like it had always belonged there.

“There. Now the armor is complete. Perfection... Or dangerously close, at the very least.”

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember normally would have bristled at his presumption, but for the first time in her life, a dress really did feel like armor and not a cage.

She glanced down at the emerald gleaming against her skin and smiled.

"At least this time they'll flee for entirely different reasons than usual. I might end up enjoying myself more than I thought."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gloved knuckles lingered a fraction longer than necessary beneath the emerald, the pad of his thumb brushing the hollow of her throat as though checking the stone sat exactly right.

“Different reasons, yes,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough, “and all of them mine to enjoy first.”

He let his hand fall, but not before the backs of his fingers grazed the bare line of her shoulder -- light, deliberate, yet played off as purely coincidental.

“You look like the moment before a war starts, Ember.” A small tilt of his head. “If anyone stares too long or speaks out of turn, you have my permission to ruin them. I’ll even hold your drink while you do.”

He stepped back, offering his arm with old-world grace.

“Come. Anton is waiting. Quick. Before he decides he is too overqualified to be catering to my brattiness, and challenges me to a duel that I'd certainly -- nine times out of ten, lose."

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember's gaze lingered on his hand as it brushed her shoulder, expression unreadable. Then she smirked, taking his arm.

"I might just take you up on that. The party might get boring and might need to liven it up."

As she lets Helmut lead her along, she can't help but laugh.

"If Anton challenges you, I'll make sure he at least avoids damaging your face. It would be a shame to attend this event with you too bruised up."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s low laugh rumbled against her palm where it rested in the crook of his elbow.

“Well, then we could only hope Anton knows better,” he said, guiding her toward the lift with the unhurried certainty of a man who had already decided the evening belonged to them. “And bruises me only when I let him to.”

The doors slid open; he let her enter first, then followed, thumb brushing idly over her knuckles as the lift began its descent.

“Though if anyone does manage to bruise me,” he added, glancing sideways, eyes catching the city lights through the glass wall, “I’ll consider it a fair trade for the privilege of watching you terrify Manhattan’s finest in that dress.”

A softer note crept in, almost shy beneath the teasing.

“You look… happy, Ember. It suits you more than vengeance ever could.”

[emberescalante]

Ember enters the lift, her slitted pupil dancing with mirth.

"Well, if you want to see Manhattan terrified, you've come to the right woman," she chuckles as the elevator descends.

There is a moment of comfortable silence before Helmut's next words. When Ember catches his change in tone, she can't help but flash a soft smile.

"I am happy. I feel almost normal for the first time in... Well, I don't know how long."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze stayed on her reflection in the polished brass of the lift wall, the city’s lights streaking past like silent comets.

“Normal,” he echoed, tasting the word as though it were foreign on his tongue. “A rare vintage.”

The lift slowed. He turned to face her fully, gloved hand rising to settle, feather-light, over her own.

“Then let tonight be the first glass,” he said quietly. “No missions, no masks. Just us -- and a room full of people who will never understand what they’re looking at.”

The doors parted with a whisper. Anton waited beyond, cap dipped in discreet greeting.

Helmut’s smile returned, smaller now, almost tender.

“After you, liebling. Let’s go remind the world what dangerous and happy look like when they share the same heartbeat.”

[emberescalante]

"No missions, no masks," Ember echoed softly. "I like the sound of that." She squeezed his hand softly before releasing it.

"Let's go terrorize Manhattan's finest and look damn good while doing it," she teased as she exited the lift heading for the car.

Anton opened the door and Ember slipped into the back, settling in as she waited for Helmut to follow.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut paused just long enough to let his gaze linger -- a quiet, appreciative sweep over burgundy silk, and then followed her into the Mercedes.

Anton shut the door with a soft, decisive click.

The car pulled away, yet he didn’t speak at first; he simply reached over, gloved fingers finding hers in the dim, and threaded them together without asking. A small, deliberate claim.

“First rule of the evening,” he said at last, voice low, almost conspiratorial. “If anyone bores you, we leave. No explanations, no goodbyes. Second rule: you remain by my side throughout it, unless it’s to reach for champagne or someone’s throat.”

He turned his head, the passing streetlights catching the faint curve of a smile.

“Everything else is negotiable, Ember.”

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled–soft and melodic–tightening her grip on his hand. She fixed him with a mischievous smirk. "Those rules suit me just fine."

She leaned back in her seat, features more relaxed than they had been in a very long time. Her eye twinkled with amusement, shining like a tiny sun under the city lights.

"Just remember your promise to hold my drink if I need to strangle a jackass."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s reply came swift as winter wind.

‘Burgundy and black were chosen for precisely that golden eye. Good.’

Then, softer:

‘“Almost sweet?"' 'Ah, very well: consider them yours to judge. Your place or mine?’

Before she could type a single letter, another message slipped through.

‘Never mind. Anton is already en route. He will be outside in about... seven minutes. Bring the attitude; leave the reluctance.’

A final text, almost gentle:

‘Emeralds confirmed. I’ll be waiting, liebling. Don't keep me too long.’

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled at her phone as she read the first message.

Yes, almost. You know heads turning is rarely a positive experience for me, but I'll let it slide this time.

She paused as the next few messages filtered through. Her expression became fond and a touch teasing.

I'll be there soon as long as Anton doesn't get lost on his way here.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering text arrived before the engine of the dark Mercedes had even purred to the curb outside her building.

‘He will not get lost. He's an individual skilled in more ways than one. Ex-military.’

A second later:

‘And have a little bit of faith in yourself, liebling. Heads will turn because you are magnificent, not because you are monstrous. Let them stare. I plan to.’

He paused in the foyer, coat already shrugged on, the midnight-blue garment bags waiting like conspirators on the chaise.

‘Seven flights of stairs or the service lift (your choice). Door opens in four minutes. I know some impatience may seem unbecoming, but mine is entirely your fault.’

[emberescalante]

Ember's eye flicked to the window as she heard the Mercedes pulling up outside the building then back down to her phone with amusement.

I should have known even your driver would be ex military.

She grabbed her signature black leather jacket and headed down to the car, as the next message came. She nodded to Anton as he opened the door for her, settling in before typing her next reply.

Your staring I don't mind. Their staring might result in me "accidentally" ruining their fancy clothing.

I chuckle to myself, only mostly kidding. Anton drove through the streets with ease and in mere minutes Ember had arrived at Helmut's building. She stepped out, giving Anton another polite nod before making her way to the lift.

On my way up now.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

The lift sighed open.

Helmut lay reclined at the sofa’s heart like a blade sheathed in velvet: one arm draped along the back, ankle crossed over knee, midnight coat falling open just enough to reveal the edges of his waistcoat. The last of the sunlight poured in through the gaps in the partially drawn velvet curtains, catching the line of his jaw and the indolent curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes already on her -- knowing, expectant, almost-smug, yet inviting.

Only then did he move. He rose from the leather-clad seat, stationing the crystal tumbler that had been idling in his fingers down.

“Seven minutes precisely. Come on, in. Your armour awaits.” His gaze flickered over -- only for a fraction of a second, to the burgundy silk and liquid black that lay draped across the opposite chaise, waiting to be claimed.

[emberescalante]

The lift door opened to reveal Helmut in all his semi-smug glory, but a smile twitched at the corners of Ember's mouth. Her eye swept over his appearance appreciatively for just a moment before meeting his gaze.

"I'd hardly call a dress armor, but I guess I can indulge you for tonight."

Ember smirked teasingly as she turned her attention to the waiting dresses. Her fingers brushed the fabric lightly. "At least you have good taste."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze tracked the path of her fingers over silk, the firelight catching the faint satisfaction in his eyes.

“Armor is whatever makes them flinch when you walk past,” he answered, voice low and velvet-rough. “Tonight, silk will do the job better than Kevlar.” He moved at last, unhurried, coat shifting like dark water, as he stepped behind her. Close enough that she caught the scent of sandalwood and cologne that always clung to him. "I've been told," he murmured, the corners of his lips curling wider. "Go ahead, try them on."

[emberescalante]

Ember glanced back at him with a smirk, her hand lingering on the burgundy silk. She gathered the fabric in her arms.

"Then hold on a moment and I'll try on this armor you chose."

She turned on her heels and brushed past him, the faint scent of smoke as spices lingering in the air where she had been. She went into the nearby bathroom to try on the first dress–a black silk dress that clung to all her curves like it was painted on.

She examined the burgundy dress next, trying it on in front of the mirror. This one had those "thinnest straps known to couture" that Helmut had mentioned as well as a plunging neckline. Well, if she was going to wear a dress, it might as well be one that would leave others speechless. Maybe it would distract from the missing eye.

Having made her choice, she stepped back out into the foyer. "I think the burgundy one will do nicely."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut had not moved from his spot; only turned enough to watch the bathroom door, glass forgotten on the table.

When it opened and Ember stepped out in the burgundy silk, the firelight caught the deep, dangerous color and slid along the thin straps and plunging neckline like it had been waiting years for permission.

The room went quieter than it had any right to.

He drew one slow breath, the faintest curve touching his mouth -- approval, almost triumph.

“Perfect,” he said simply, voice low. “They won’t know whether to bow or flee.”

He crossed the floor in three measured strides, lifted the emerald stickpin from the small velvet tray on the console, and held it out between gloved fingers.

“May I?”

Without waiting for the answer he had already presumed, he fastened it at the hollow of her throat, the stone settling against warm skin like it had always belonged there.

“There. Now the armor is complete. Perfection... Or dangerously close, at the very least.”

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember normally would have bristled at his presumption, but for the first time in her life, a dress really did feel like armor and not a cage.

She glanced down at the emerald gleaming against her skin and smiled.

"At least this time they'll flee for entirely different reasons than usual. I might end up enjoying myself more than I thought."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gloved knuckles lingered a fraction longer than necessary beneath the emerald, the pad of his thumb brushing the hollow of her throat as though checking the stone sat exactly right.

“Different reasons, yes,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough, “and all of them mine to enjoy first.”

He let his hand fall, but not before the backs of his fingers grazed the bare line of her shoulder -- light, deliberate, yet played off as purely coincidental.

“You look like the moment before a war starts, Ember.” A small tilt of his head. “If anyone stares too long or speaks out of turn, you have my permission to ruin them. I’ll even hold your drink while you do.”

He stepped back, offering his arm with old-world grace.

“Come. Anton is waiting. Quick. Before he decides he is too overqualified to be catering to my brattiness, and challenges me to a duel that I'd certainly -- nine times out of ten, lose."

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember's gaze lingered on his hand as it brushed her shoulder, expression unreadable. Then she smirked, taking his arm.

"I might just take you up on that. The party might get boring and might need to liven it up."

As she lets Helmut lead her along, she can't help but laugh.

"If Anton challenges you, I'll make sure he at least avoids damaging your face. It would be a shame to attend this event with you too bruised up."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s low laugh rumbled against her palm where it rested in the crook of his elbow.

“Well, then we could only hope Anton knows better,” he said, guiding her toward the lift with the unhurried certainty of a man who had already decided the evening belonged to them. “And bruises me only when I let him to.”

The doors slid open; he let her enter first, then followed, thumb brushing idly over her knuckles as the lift began its descent.

“Though if anyone does manage to bruise me,” he added, glancing sideways, eyes catching the city lights through the glass wall, “I’ll consider it a fair trade for the privilege of watching you terrify Manhattan’s finest in that dress.”

A softer note crept in, almost shy beneath the teasing.

“You look… happy, Ember. It suits you more than vengeance ever could.”

[emberescalante]

Ember enters the lift, her slitted pupil dancing with mirth.

"Well, if you want to see Manhattan terrified, you've come to the right woman," she chuckles as the elevator descends.

There is a moment of comfortable silence before Helmut's next words. When Ember catches his change in tone, she can't help but flash a soft smile.

"I am happy. I feel almost normal for the first time in... Well, I don't know how long."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze stayed on her reflection in the polished brass of the lift wall, the city’s lights streaking past like silent comets.

“Normal,” he echoed, tasting the word as though it were foreign on his tongue. “A rare vintage.”

The lift slowed. He turned to face her fully, gloved hand rising to settle, feather-light, over her own.

“Then let tonight be the first glass,” he said quietly. “No missions, no masks. Just us -- and a room full of people who will never understand what they’re looking at.”

The doors parted with a whisper. Anton waited beyond, cap dipped in discreet greeting.

Helmut’s smile returned, smaller now, almost tender.

“After you, liebling. Let’s go remind the world what dangerous and happy look like when they share the same heartbeat.”

[emberescalante]

"No missions, no masks," Ember echoed softly. "I like the sound of that." She squeezed his hand softly before releasing it.

"Let's go terrorize Manhattan's finest and look damn good while doing it," she teased as she exited the lift heading for the car.

Anton opened the door and Ember slipped into the back, settling in as she waited for Helmut to follow.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s reply came swift as winter wind.

‘Burgundy and black were chosen for precisely that golden eye. Good.’

Then, softer:

‘“Almost sweet?"' 'Ah, very well: consider them yours to judge. Your place or mine?’

Before she could type a single letter, another message slipped through.

‘Never mind. Anton is already en route. He will be outside in about... seven minutes. Bring the attitude; leave the reluctance.’

A final text, almost gentle:

‘Emeralds confirmed. I’ll be waiting, liebling. Don't keep me too long.’

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled at her phone as she read the first message.

Yes, almost. You know heads turning is rarely a positive experience for me, but I'll let it slide this time.

She paused as the next few messages filtered through. Her expression became fond and a touch teasing.

I'll be there soon as long as Anton doesn't get lost on his way here.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering text arrived before the engine of the dark Mercedes had even purred to the curb outside her building.

‘He will not get lost. He's an individual skilled in more ways than one. Ex-military.’

A second later:

‘And have a little bit of faith in yourself, liebling. Heads will turn because you are magnificent, not because you are monstrous. Let them stare. I plan to.’

He paused in the foyer, coat already shrugged on, the midnight-blue garment bags waiting like conspirators on the chaise.

‘Seven flights of stairs or the service lift (your choice). Door opens in four minutes. I know some impatience may seem unbecoming, but mine is entirely your fault.’

[emberescalante]

Ember's eye flicked to the window as she heard the Mercedes pulling up outside the building then back down to her phone with amusement.

I should have known even your driver would be ex military.

She grabbed her signature black leather jacket and headed down to the car, as the next message came. She nodded to Anton as he opened the door for her, settling in before typing her next reply.

Your staring I don't mind. Their staring might result in me "accidentally" ruining their fancy clothing.

I chuckle to myself, only mostly kidding. Anton drove through the streets with ease and in mere minutes Ember had arrived at Helmut's building. She stepped out, giving Anton another polite nod before making her way to the lift.

On my way up now.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

The lift sighed open.

Helmut lay reclined at the sofa’s heart like a blade sheathed in velvet: one arm draped along the back, ankle crossed over knee, midnight coat falling open just enough to reveal the edges of his waistcoat. The last of the sunlight poured in through the gaps in the partially drawn velvet curtains, catching the line of his jaw and the indolent curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes already on her -- knowing, expectant, almost-smug, yet inviting.

Only then did he move. He rose from the leather-clad seat, stationing the crystal tumbler that had been idling in his fingers down.

“Seven minutes precisely. Come on, in. Your armour awaits.” His gaze flickered over -- only for a fraction of a second, to the burgundy silk and liquid black that lay draped across the opposite chaise, waiting to be claimed.

[emberescalante]

The lift door opened to reveal Helmut in all his semi-smug glory, but a smile twitched at the corners of Ember's mouth. Her eye swept over his appearance appreciatively for just a moment before meeting his gaze.

"I'd hardly call a dress armor, but I guess I can indulge you for tonight."

Ember smirked teasingly as she turned her attention to the waiting dresses. Her fingers brushed the fabric lightly. "At least you have good taste."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze tracked the path of her fingers over silk, the firelight catching the faint satisfaction in his eyes.

“Armor is whatever makes them flinch when you walk past,” he answered, voice low and velvet-rough. “Tonight, silk will do the job better than Kevlar.” He moved at last, unhurried, coat shifting like dark water, as he stepped behind her. Close enough that she caught the scent of sandalwood and cologne that always clung to him. "I've been told," he murmured, the corners of his lips curling wider. "Go ahead, try them on."

[emberescalante]

Ember glanced back at him with a smirk, her hand lingering on the burgundy silk. She gathered the fabric in her arms.

"Then hold on a moment and I'll try on this armor you chose."

She turned on her heels and brushed past him, the faint scent of smoke as spices lingering in the air where she had been. She went into the nearby bathroom to try on the first dress–a black silk dress that clung to all her curves like it was painted on.

She examined the burgundy dress next, trying it on in front of the mirror. This one had those "thinnest straps known to couture" that Helmut had mentioned as well as a plunging neckline. Well, if she was going to wear a dress, it might as well be one that would leave others speechless. Maybe it would distract from the missing eye.

Having made her choice, she stepped back out into the foyer. "I think the burgundy one will do nicely."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut had not moved from his spot; only turned enough to watch the bathroom door, glass forgotten on the table.

When it opened and Ember stepped out in the burgundy silk, the firelight caught the deep, dangerous color and slid along the thin straps and plunging neckline like it had been waiting years for permission.

The room went quieter than it had any right to.

He drew one slow breath, the faintest curve touching his mouth -- approval, almost triumph.

“Perfect,” he said simply, voice low. “They won’t know whether to bow or flee.”

He crossed the floor in three measured strides, lifted the emerald stickpin from the small velvet tray on the console, and held it out between gloved fingers.

“May I?”

Without waiting for the answer he had already presumed, he fastened it at the hollow of her throat, the stone settling against warm skin like it had always belonged there.

“There. Now the armor is complete. Perfection... Or dangerously close, at the very least.”

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember normally would have bristled at his presumption, but for the first time in her life, a dress really did feel like armor and not a cage.

She glanced down at the emerald gleaming against her skin and smiled.

"At least this time they'll flee for entirely different reasons than usual. I might end up enjoying myself more than I thought."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gloved knuckles lingered a fraction longer than necessary beneath the emerald, the pad of his thumb brushing the hollow of her throat as though checking the stone sat exactly right.

“Different reasons, yes,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough, “and all of them mine to enjoy first.”

He let his hand fall, but not before the backs of his fingers grazed the bare line of her shoulder -- light, deliberate, yet played off as purely coincidental.

“You look like the moment before a war starts, Ember.” A small tilt of his head. “If anyone stares too long or speaks out of turn, you have my permission to ruin them. I’ll even hold your drink while you do.”

He stepped back, offering his arm with old-world grace.

“Come. Anton is waiting. Quick. Before he decides he is too overqualified to be catering to my brattiness, and challenges me to a duel that I'd certainly -- nine times out of ten, lose."

[feralpoetrycore]

Ember's gaze lingered on his hand as it brushed her shoulder, expression unreadable. Then she smirked, taking his arm.

"I might just take you up on that. The party might get boring and might need to liven it up."

As she lets Helmut lead her along, she can't help but laugh.

"If Anton challenges you, I'll make sure he at least avoids damaging your face. It would be a shame to attend this event with you too bruised up."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s low laugh rumbled against her palm where it rested in the crook of his elbow.

“Well, then we could only hope Anton knows better,” he said, guiding her toward the lift with the unhurried certainty of a man who had already decided the evening belonged to them. “And bruises me only when I let him to.”

The doors slid open; he let her enter first, then followed, thumb brushing idly over her knuckles as the lift began its descent.

“Though if anyone does manage to bruise me,” he added, glancing sideways, eyes catching the city lights through the glass wall, “I’ll consider it a fair trade for the privilege of watching you terrify Manhattan’s finest in that dress.”

A softer note crept in, almost shy beneath the teasing.

“You look… happy, Ember. It suits you more than vengeance ever could.”

[emberescalante]

Ember enters the lift, her slitted pupil dancing with mirth.

"Well, if you want to see Manhattan terrified, you've come to the right woman," she chuckles as the elevator descends.

There is a moment of comfortable silence before Helmut's next words. When Ember catches his change in tone, she can't help but flash a soft smile.

"I am happy. I feel almost normal for the first time in... Well, I don't know how long."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s reply came swift as winter wind.

‘Burgundy and black were chosen for precisely that golden eye. Good.’

Then, softer:

‘“Almost sweet?"' 'Ah, very well: consider them yours to judge. Your place or mine?’

Before she could type a single letter, another message slipped through.

‘Never mind. Anton is already en route. He will be outside in about... seven minutes. Bring the attitude; leave the reluctance.’

A final text, almost gentle:

‘Emeralds confirmed. I’ll be waiting, liebling. Don't keep me too long.’

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled at her phone as she read the first message.

Yes, almost. You know heads turning is rarely a positive experience for me, but I'll let it slide this time.

She paused as the next few messages filtered through. Her expression became fond and a touch teasing.

I'll be there soon as long as Anton doesn't get lost on his way here.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering text arrived before the engine of the dark Mercedes had even purred to the curb outside her building.

‘He will not get lost. He's an individual skilled in more ways than one. Ex-military.’

A second later:

‘And have a little bit of faith in yourself, liebling. Heads will turn because you are magnificent, not because you are monstrous. Let them stare. I plan to.’

He paused in the foyer, coat already shrugged on, the midnight-blue garment bags waiting like conspirators on the chaise.

‘Seven flights of stairs or the service lift (your choice). Door opens in four minutes. I know some impatience may seem unbecoming, but mine is entirely your fault.’

[emberescalante]

Ember's eye flicked to the window as she heard the Mercedes pulling up outside the building then back down to her phone with amusement.

I should have known even your driver would be ex military.

She grabbed her signature black leather jacket and headed down to the car, as the next message came. She nodded to Anton as he opened the door for her, settling in before typing her next reply.

Your staring I don't mind. Their staring might result in me "accidentally" ruining their fancy clothing.

I chuckle to myself, only mostly kidding. Anton drove through the streets with ease and in mere minutes Ember had arrived at Helmut's building. She stepped out, giving Anton another polite nod before making her way to the lift.

On my way up now.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

The lift sighed open.

Helmut lay reclined at the sofa’s heart like a blade sheathed in velvet: one arm draped along the back, ankle crossed over knee, midnight coat falling open just enough to reveal the edges of his waistcoat. The last of the sunlight poured in through the gaps in the partially drawn velvet curtains, catching the line of his jaw and the indolent curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes already on her -- knowing, expectant, almost-smug, yet inviting.

Only then did he move. He rose from the leather-clad seat, stationing the crystal tumbler that had been idling in his fingers down.

“Seven minutes precisely. Come on, in. Your armour awaits.” His gaze flickered over -- only for a fraction of a second, to the burgundy silk and liquid black that lay draped across the opposite chaise, waiting to be claimed.

[emberescalante]

The lift door opened to reveal Helmut in all his semi-smug glory, but a smile twitched at the corners of Ember's mouth. Her eye swept over his appearance appreciatively for just a moment before meeting his gaze.

"I'd hardly call a dress armor, but I guess I can indulge you for tonight."

Ember smirked teasingly as she turned her attention to the waiting dresses. Her fingers brushed the fabric lightly. "At least you have good taste."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s gaze tracked the path of her fingers over silk, the firelight catching the faint satisfaction in his eyes.

“Armor is whatever makes them flinch when you walk past,” he answered, voice low and velvet-rough. “Tonight, silk will do the job better than Kevlar.” He moved at last, unhurried, coat shifting like dark water, as he stepped behind her. Close enough that she caught the scent of sandalwood and cologne that always clung to him. "I've been told," he murmured, the corners of his lips curling wider. "Go ahead, try them on."

[emberescalante]

Ember glanced back at him with a smirk, her hand lingering on the burgundy silk. She gathered the fabric in her arms.

"Then hold on a moment and I'll try on this armor you chose."

She turned on her heels and brushed past him, the faint scent of smoke as spices lingering in the air where she had been. She went into the nearby bathroom to try on the first dress–a black silk dress that clung to all her curves like it was painted on.

She examined the burgundy dress next, trying it on in front of the mirror. This one had those "thinnest straps known to couture" that Helmut had mentioned as well as a plunging neckline. Well, if she was going to wear a dress, it might as well be one that would leave others speechless. Maybe it would distract from the missing eye.

Having made her choice, she stepped back out into the foyer. "I think the burgundy one will do nicely."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s reply came swift as winter wind.

‘Burgundy and black were chosen for precisely that golden eye. Good.’

Then, softer:

‘“Almost sweet?"' 'Ah, very well: consider them yours to judge. Your place or mine?’

Before she could type a single letter, another message slipped through.

‘Never mind. Anton is already en route. He will be outside in about... seven minutes. Bring the attitude; leave the reluctance.’

A final text, almost gentle:

‘Emeralds confirmed. I’ll be waiting, liebling. Don't keep me too long.’

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled at her phone as she read the first message.

Yes, almost. You know heads turning is rarely a positive experience for me, but I'll let it slide this time.

She paused as the next few messages filtered through. Her expression became fond and a touch teasing.

I'll be there soon as long as Anton doesn't get lost on his way here.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering text arrived before the engine of the dark Mercedes had even purred to the curb outside her building.

‘He will not get lost. He's an individual skilled in more ways than one. Ex-military.’

A second later:

‘And have a little bit of faith in yourself, liebling. Heads will turn because you are magnificent, not because you are monstrous. Let them stare. I plan to.’

He paused in the foyer, coat already shrugged on, the midnight-blue garment bags waiting like conspirators on the chaise.

‘Seven flights of stairs or the service lift (your choice). Door opens in four minutes. I know some impatience may seem unbecoming, but mine is entirely your fault.’

[emberescalante]

Ember's eye flicked to the window as she heard the Mercedes pulling up outside the building then back down to her phone with amusement.

I should have known even your driver would be ex military.

She grabbed her signature black leather jacket and headed down to the car, as the next message came. She nodded to Anton as he opened the door for her, settling in before typing her next reply.

Your staring I don't mind. Their staring might result in me "accidentally" ruining their fancy clothing.

I chuckle to myself, only mostly kidding. Anton drove through the streets with ease and in mere minutes Ember had arrived at Helmut's building. She stepped out, giving Anton another polite nod before making her way to the lift.

On my way up now.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

The lift sighed open.

Helmut lay reclined at the sofa’s heart like a blade sheathed in velvet: one arm draped along the back, ankle crossed over knee, midnight coat falling open just enough to reveal the edges of his waistcoat. The last of the sunlight poured in through the gaps in the partially drawn velvet curtains, catching the line of his jaw and the indolent curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes already on her -- knowing, expectant, almost-smug, yet inviting.

Only then did he move. He rose from the leather-clad seat, stationing the crystal tumbler that had been idling in his fingers down.

“Seven minutes precisely. Come on, in. Your armour awaits.” His gaze flickered over -- only for a fraction of a second, to the burgundy silk and liquid black that lay draped across the opposite chaise, waiting to be claimed.

[emberescalante]

The lift door opened to reveal Helmut in all his semi-smug glory, but a smile twitched at the corners of Ember's mouth. Her eye swept over his appearance appreciatively for just a moment before meeting his gaze.

"I'd hardly call a dress armor, but I guess I can indulge you for tonight."

Ember smirked teasingly as she turned her attention to the waiting dresses. Her fingers brushed the fabric lightly. "At least you have good taste."

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s reply came swift as winter wind.

‘Burgundy and black were chosen for precisely that golden eye. Good.’

Then, softer:

‘“Almost sweet?"' 'Ah, very well: consider them yours to judge. Your place or mine?’

Before she could type a single letter, another message slipped through.

‘Never mind. Anton is already en route. He will be outside in about... seven minutes. Bring the attitude; leave the reluctance.’

A final text, almost gentle:

‘Emeralds confirmed. I’ll be waiting, liebling. Don't keep me too long.’

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled at her phone as she read the first message.

Yes, almost. You know heads turning is rarely a positive experience for me, but I'll let it slide this time.

She paused as the next few messages filtered through. Her expression became fond and a touch teasing.

I'll be there soon as long as Anton doesn't get lost on his way here.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s answering text arrived before the engine of the dark Mercedes had even purred to the curb outside her building.

‘He will not get lost. He's an individual skilled in more ways than one. Ex-military.’

A second later:

‘And have a little bit of faith in yourself, liebling. Heads will turn because you are magnificent, not because you are monstrous. Let them stare. I plan to.’

He paused in the foyer, coat already shrugged on, the midnight-blue garment bags waiting like conspirators on the chaise.

‘Seven flights of stairs or the service lift (your choice). Door opens in four minutes. I know some impatience may seem unbecoming, but mine is entirely your fault.’

[emberescalante]

Ember's eye flicked to the window as she heard the Mercedes pulling up outside the building then back down to her phone with amusement.

I should have known even your driver would be ex military.

She grabbed her signature black leather jacket and headed down to the car, as the next message came. She nodded to Anton as he opened the door for her, settling in before typing her next reply.

Your staring I don't mind. Their staring might result in me "accidentally" ruining their fancy clothing.

I chuckle to myself, only mostly kidding. Anton drove through the streets with ease and in mere minutes Ember had arrived at Helmut's building. She stepped out, giving Anton another polite nod before making her way to the lift.

On my way up now.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s reply came swift as winter wind.

‘Burgundy and black were chosen for precisely that golden eye. Good.’

Then, softer:

‘“Almost sweet?"' 'Ah, very well: consider them yours to judge. Your place or mine?’

Before she could type a single letter, another message slipped through.

‘Never mind. Anton is already en route. He will be outside in about... seven minutes. Bring the attitude; leave the reluctance.’

A final text, almost gentle:

‘Emeralds confirmed. I’ll be waiting, liebling. Don't keep me too long.’

[emberescalante]

Ember chuckled at her phone as she read the first message.

Yes, almost. You know heads turning is rarely a positive experience for me, but I'll let it slide this time.

She paused as the next few messages filtered through. Her expression became fond and a touch teasing.

I'll be there soon as long as Anton doesn't get lost on his way here.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut’s smile widened, equal parts fond and wicked, as the next messages lit the screen in his palm.

‘Guilty,’ he sent at once. ‘Two somethings, actually. One in deep burgundy silk, and the other in black -- albeit with the thinnest straps known to couture. Both currently sulking in their garment bags awaiting their intended wearer.'

He leaned a shoulder against the window frame, the city’s glow catching on the faint scar at his temple, and the thin chain of gold around his throat, peeking from underneath the partially buttoned shirt.

‘I did expect resistance (delighted in it, frankly), but a man is allowed to try.’

A softer note followed.

‘No pressure, Ember. Velvet is perfect. I simply wished to see you draped in something that moves like water and makes every head in the room turn for entirely the wrong reasons. Selfish of me, I know.’

He let the words settle, then added:

‘Whichever you choose, the emerald is still yours to steal back. Some things are worth the theft.’

[emberescalante]

Ember leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs while the phone buzzed in her hands. Her eyes scanned the message.

Burgundy and black. At least they're the right colors.

When the next message popped up, she sighed and shook her head. There it was. Always pushing her buttons. Then the third followed and her smirk softened to a small smile.

That's almost sweet coming from you. Tell you what, I'll consider the dresses, but only after seeing them. Regardless of my final choice, I'll still wear the emeralds.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

Helmut stood at the dusk-lit window, city bleeding violet beyond the glass, and read Ember’s message with that on brand, slow, wolfish smile. "No dresses at all? Not even for me, Schatz?" He glanced at the midnight-blue garment bag waiting for him, having already taken the liberty to make a couple of choices -- alas, seemingly in vain.

A second message followed at once.

‘I am told I can be very persuasive when properly motivated. Name your price—jewels, a weekend in Vienna, the pleasure of watching me grovel in three languages… There must be some currency that tempts you into silk for one night.’ A third followed -- then a fourth. 'Unless you wish me on my knees, and begging. Not quite the best fit for me, personality and background wise. Call it.. aristocratic pride.' 'You know, emeralds would look devastating against bare collarbones, you have the perfect complexion for it.'

[emberescalante]

Ember snorted in amusement as she read the messages, a small puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. She can't help but bite back. Just a bit.

As much as I'd enjoy seeing you beg, I can't imagine you'd do that even if I asked.

She pauses for a moment, her single golden eye glimmering with amusement.

You seem pretty adamant. Don't tell me you didn't expect this. Let me guess, you already picked something out.

[baronhelmutjzemo]

[OPEN RP] (Christmas Themed) Baron Helmut J. Zemo x any character

Urgent!

It appears I have been cordially invited — with full knowledge of the complexities of my current… 'freedom' — to a charity gala of the highest order, all amidst the spirit of Christmas.

Regardless, I have been informed, rather pointedly, that such events are “better experienced with company.” Keep in mind, I'm still very much foreign to this city of yours.

So, I require a plus one for -- what I assure, will be a rather.. eventful experience.

Preferably if you're the kind who can tolerate polite conversation, overpriced hors d’oeuvres, generic Christmas songs playing on a loop, and the occasional thinly veiled insult thrown by men who inherited their fortunes and believe that counts as accomplishment. And if you own proper formalwear, even better — though I will not be judging. Much.

So, bring out your best, while I await your.. acquiescence.

[OPEN to anyone — canon or otherwise. Set in a Christmas theme. Looking (hopefully) for a potential fluff/RRP (although I can be adaptable to a more platonic dynamic).]

[emberescalante]

Ember couldn't help but chuckle when she read the message. It was so very... him. She didn't know why it amused her, but it did.

She flopped down onto the couch in her living room, phone in hand, and stared at the screen for a minute. She wasn't one for formal events, and Helmut knew that very well, but she thought it might be amusing to watch those pompous types try to hide their venom behind champagne flutes.

Perhaps Helmut thought to invite her because he knew she'd find the partygoers' thinly veiled insults ridiculous rather than offensive. Hmm...

She finally made her choice and typed out a reply:

I'll come, but you couldn't pay me to wear a dress. I've got a velvet pantsuit that I hope is a reasonable compromise.