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[qceensofkings]

"How tragic. I've always aspired to be subtle," She counters sarcastically, a small amused smile greeting her lips, "Though I suppose it's just not in my nature."

[multitudeswithin]

❝ subtly can be overrated. ❞ He hums, his brows lifting just a touch. ❝ what exactly are you up to? ❞

[multitudeswithin]

@bourbonandheels ctd from { X }

Yelena nears the scene just in time to see the woman biting the man she'd captured, and her steps slow in her approach as she watches him slump to the floor. Brows pinching together, she eyes the veins that had appeared underneath her eyes before they disappear. What the hell is she?

As she stops in front of her, the woman drops in a casual question as though it's Yelena that's the most unusual one here. Which, granted, most normal people don't kill four people in a café-- but. Still. She didn't have fangs. So.

She doesn't much like the way that Katherine looks her up and down after what she's just seen, but she doesn't comment. She just lifts her brows a little and tilts her head. ❝ Yelena. ❞ She answers, her gaze briefly lowering to the body on the ground before she looks back up at Katherine's face

❝ So do I want to know what you are? ❞ She asks, wiping some blood from her hands absently on her pants. ❝ Though, I do appreciate the help. ❞

[multitudeswithin]

i just logged on here on my desktop for the first time in a couple weeks and uh... what happened to the dash why does it look like this

[bourbonandheels]

Very little surprises Katherine these days. And most of this doesn't — not his cold withdrawal after the initial explosion, not his refusal to look at her, not even the denial they would be going anywhere together. It concerns her, absolutely. But it's not without precedent.

Elijah calling her Katherine makes her blink, though. Draws a small frown on her lips. It's been a long time since he's done that.

Their recent reconciliation feels like a dream compared to the cool, still air in the space between them now.

Her face falls and clears as he turns for the exit with that dismissal. Whatever affront she feels, she doesn't want to leave things like this, and it takes over for a moment as she follows in his stride, touches the sleeve of his jacket to stop him. "Elijah..." but at the tension beneath her touch, she takes it back almost immediately. Takes one beat to recollect herself. "They're taking it to him. And bringing a small army, Elijah." A warning, perhaps? A suggestion he may need her there, in fact?

[multitudeswithin]

When he feels fingers against his sleeve, Elijah's gaze darts down towards her touch and he frowns. She doesn't keep it there for long, however. Very wisely. He looks back up to her face then, considering her, but there's no warmth in his gaze. To anyone that didn't know them, it would look as though he were eyeing a stranger.

A muscle in his jaw jumps when she speaks, and he glances toward the door again for a moment with a soft sigh before he turns again and begins heading back toward the door.

❝ Fine. But after this, you leave this city. I don't want to see you again. ❞ He sweeps through the door then, gaze only briefly darting around to get a read on where they are. Not that it particularly helps, as he doesn't yet know where they're going until Katherine tells him. Unfortunately. And, more likely than not, intentionally. She does so distrust others with her safety, after all.

[bourbonandheels]

It's instant relief once he lets go, and Katherine rubs her throat for a few minutes while bracing against the wall behind her. A halfway mustered glare peers across the room from beneath her curls, but her gaze is fleeting on him and then away. He's mad. She knows he's right to be and going to be. But Katherine knew that when she made the decision to stab him in the back, and decided they could live through it. She believes that and holds it in her gut.

She straightens, finding relief too in the brusque attention to business. Better. Perfect, really. Squares her chin and gives him what he wants. "Tristan and the others are planning to use the new moon tonight as their chance to take Klaus down, when his wolf side is weak." Perhaps boldly, she takes a couple steps towards Elijah. Even if he won't look at her, she's looking at him, almost beseeching him to listen. "Something about the time being right." It's fresh secondhand information, they weren't too free with the details during their temporary alliance. Katherine isn't sure they're right, but they sure seemed confident. "They're trying to kill him somehow, Elijah, to fulfill the prophecy without risking you." Her tone doesn't give away the thought, but it's an obvious fact that if Klaus goes, so does she, and Katherine isn't about to let that happen. Equally implied is just how perfectly informed she was when she appeared in his home. "We have to go, Elijah."

[multitudeswithin]

He hasn't felt this angry at her before. He's been angry with her, of course he has-- but nothing like this. Nothing that genuinely makes him want to hurt her. He brings his hand up to rub his knuckles into his brow, frowning down at the ground as his eyes close. He hears her step closer, but he doesn't turn to face her, simply letting his hand fall away as he looks down at the dust covering his suit.

He is listening, though. Even if he doesn't currently want to even think about her existence, he is listening. Because if his brother truly is in danger, then he needs all of the information that he can get. Eventually, perhaps inevitably, she insists that they need to go. Together. He laughs, but there's no humour to it at all as he finally turns to face her. ❝ We don't need to go anywhere, Katherine. ❞ The name felt wrong on his tongue, but somehow, in that moment, Katerina didn't seem right. His Katerina wouldn't have done that to him. ❝ I'll go and see to Niklaus, don't worry. You won't be dying tonight. ❞ And he steps by her then, making his way toward the door. ❝ Tell me where they're taking him. ❞ If she can't, then he'll tear the city apart building by building until he finds him. Simple. With the rage that he's currently feeling, that shouldn't be too difficult at all.

[bokketo]

multitudeswithin​ replied to bokketo​:

steve stares at him for a moment, genuinely in disbelief even if, really, it shouldn’t be. tony is, and always has been, an absolute man-child. ❝ – right. ❞ he stares at him for a beat longer, before he sighs and sets his tablet aside, his focus shifting fully to tony instead. ❝ something you want to talk about? ❞

     Tony is purposely childish sometimes because immaturity is an easy cloak to wear. It comes especially naturally when he’s tired — and he is tired, as he’s been overworking himself, and his head has stopped working properly, hence his boredom, and… Oh, there goes his brain again. “I could run you through the schematics for my newest design of car-wind powered road turbines but then you’d be bored, so I’ll be gracious enough —” insert bow here for extra dramatic measure as a replacement for peanut throwing “— to let you speak instead, for once.”

[multitudeswithin]

tony looks exhausted, in all honesty. like he needs a good few hours of sleep, but is unlikely to get some any time soon. ❝ how kind of you. ❞ steve hums, his eyes drifting across the other man's features for a moment before he sets his tablet aside fully. ❝ when was the last time that you slept, tony? ❞ he asks, tilting his head a little bit as he considers his friend. tony's mind is, admittedly, pretty damn impressive even when running on no sleep. but that doesn't mean that he should go without.

[bourbonandheels]

One moment she's leaning over the open crypt for any sign of change, the next she's in a burst of dust as her spine slams stone. "Feeling better?" The cool sass in the face of his heated gaze is pure instinct, as are the scrambling fingers that come to attempt digging under his own when his grip tightens and steals her breath. O-kay. "Elijah, you're hurting me," her voice strains getting the complaint out, a drop of pity seeking in it she severely doubts will cut across. Yeah, she saw this reaction coming a hundred miles away, but that doesn't mean the reality of his vice-pressure isn't owww.

He's dusty, disheveled, the half-recovered sunken grey skin around his eyes boring into hers. The old her would've been scared shitless, and that prey feeling flares, not totally driven out of her by a few years of amity and one conversation. There's a reason she ran.

Focus. Upfront ace. "Look, you're mad, I get it," Her eyes flutter at the ceiling briefly, still struggling against him a bit, but she makes a point of going back to his. It's more important. "But we don't have time. It's your brother, Elijah. They're going after Klaus."

[multitudeswithin]

elijah's gaze drops to where her fingers scrabble at his grip, but he doesn't loosen it. for one wild moment, he was almost tempted to just keep squeezing. to watch as his fingers tore through her windpipe, to rip it clean out. he wouldn't, of course. no matter how angry with her he was currently feeling, he wouldn't do that. when she speaks again, dark eyes drag slowly back up to hold her own, and his lip curls. ❝ good. ❞ it's the very least that she deserves.

his fingers flex once, as though they might tighten, before her next words register and his brows pinch together. ❝ niklaus? ❞ he studies her features for a moment, for any trace of a lie, before he snarls and finally releases his grip on her throat to let her slump against the wall.

❝ tell me what's going on, and make it quick. ❞ he has no interest in sticking around. he steps away from her, a muscle in his jaw clenching as he turns away. he can't look at her, not really. not without almost being consumed by the urge to throw her through the very wall that she's leaning against.

[multitudeswithin]

@bourbonandheels ctd from { X }

her voice filters in and out somewhere through the haze, but he doesn't particularly feel the urge to attempt to tune into her rambling. he has no interest in anything that she has to say, presently. admittedly, however, the fact that she's not yet leaving after rambling at him for god only knows how long is piquing his interest.

the scent of blood hits him like a freight train, and elijah feels that familiar rush that comes just before an awakening after he's been daggered. he inhales deeply, feels the colour returning to his body-- and then he hears her again. impatient, snapping.

in a flash he has her pinned against the nearby wall, fingers closed around her throat as he leans in close, gaze dark. ❝ you have some nerve, katerina. leave. now. ❞

[thatslayer]

Whoa. "For serious?" That actually explains some stuff. She shoves her hands in her pockets and gives Yelena's shoulder a gentle thunk with hers, "How come I didn't know that? Damn. Am I outta the loop or what?" Though, truth be told, Faith's not the shiniest penny in the fountain when it comes to that stuff. She barely knows what she wants, let alone navigating everyone else's identities. Meh, she'll figure it all out one day. Probably. She shrugs at the question, kinda gives the street around them a glance, "I could eat. There's a Thai place around here, somewhere."

[multitudeswithin]

❝ da. ❞ she hums, a small smile curving the corners of her mouth as faith gives her a little nudge. ❝ well it's not something that i shout about. it hasn't come up, has it? ❞ she chuckles softly, lifting her shoulders in a lazy shrug as they continue along the sidewalk. ❝ there's no reason that you should have known. ❞ she nods when faith mentions the thai place, her eyes drifting around briefly to locate it. ❝ that would be good. i haven't had thai in new york, yet. ❞

[murder-popsicle]

"Anythin' I can lend a hand with?" Bucky asked. "Pickin' out curtains or paintin' the bathroom or somethin' like that? I'd hate to leave you to do it all on your own. Be sides, that's what friends are for -- helpin' each other out." And Yelena was a friend, for all that their initial interactions had been a little rocky.

[multitudeswithin]

Yelena lifted a brow slightly as she glanced over at her friend, a smile playing across her lips for a moment. ❝ you want to help me paint? ❞ her gaze flicked over bucky's features for a moment, before her smile widened and she took a sip of her coffee. ❝ well, i'd be a fool to pass up on that opportunity. ❞

[rylandsgrace]

#I think I have seen this film before… (insp)

[thatslayer]

Faith's still a little preoccupied watching the hottie in question walk past and it's not until Yelena finishes her sentence that Faith realizes they're having two separate conversations. She smirks. The girl can be ridiculously literal sometimes. "Is it me, or are you cutie blind? Dude had some serious back, yo. Like, apples-to-apples."

[multitudeswithin]

yelena looks over her shoulder when faith speaks, her brows lifting a little as she eyes the man that faith was referring to. ❝ i prefer women. ❞ she admits, lifting her shoulders in a shrug as they continue along the sidewalk, hands in her jacket pockets. ❝ but would you like to get something to actually eat? ❞

[multitudeswithin]

@bokketo ctd from { X }

❝ good boy. ❞ yelena teases in a lazy drawl as she catches him cutting himself off, leading him through to her kitchen to get them both a coffee. when he speaks again, yelena lets out a soft laugh and glances over her shoulder with a fleeting smirk. ❝ suit yourself. ❞ she pours his coffee, and then slides it sideways on the counter toward him. ❝ you seem bored. ❞

[multitudeswithin]

@fasciinating ctd from { X }

he probably should've expected that, really. spock isn't fully human, and steve has spent enough time around him to know that small talk isn't one of his admittedly vast list of skills. his lips twitch upwards, and he glances up at spock for a moment before taking a sip of his tea.

❝ that's good. i'm glad that you think so. ❞ he takes another sip of his tea, and then sets it down, expression thoughtful for a moment. he's been on enough of these voyages that the excitement has depleted a little, but not enough to make him lose his love for the adventure.

he looks across at spock again and hums, offering him a small quirk of his lips. ❝ i think some of the crew is getting restless, you know. ❞ he admits, tapping a fingertip against the counter in front of him with a slight pinch to his brow. ❝ they're all professional about it, of course, but i can tell they're itching to get planet-side somewhere. ❞

[bokketo]

notafossil​:

@bokketo​ asked:  Tony throws a peanut at Steve. He’s bored.

      steve’s brows lift a little, and he tears his eyes away from the tablet in front of him to look at the apparently fully grown man sitting opposite him.  ❝ i knew giving you those would be a bad idea. ❞

     Tony throws another at Steve’s face. “You forced me to leave my workshop to eat. You interrupted my work to drag me up here and then you have the nerve to be on your tablet instead of paying attention to me, so you’re paying the price. Deal with it.”

[multitudeswithin]

steve stares at him for a moment, genuinely in disbelief even if, really, it shouldn't be. tony is, and always has been, an absolute man-child. ❝ -- right. ❞ he stares at him for a beat longer, before he sighs and sets his tablet aside, his focus shifting fully to tony instead. ❝ something you want to talk about? ❞

[spinxeret]

+ “ You’re not going to hear ANY complaints from this girl, Captain . ” Winking at him, Mary Jane reached out to GRAB a few more of the bags once she’d DEPOSITED her own down safely . Whether it was NEEDED or not, she definitely felt she OWED him one for the small favor . “ Tell you what , I’ll BUY us both a coffee as a THANKS for giving me a hand ? Sound fair ? ”

[multitudeswithin]

❝ glad to hear it. ❞ steve hummed, a smile playing on his lips as he glanced around for a moment. he looked back toward her at her offer, and slid his hands into his pockets. ❝ you don't have to do that, mj, but i would definitely like to grab a coffee. ❞

[multitudeswithin]

@bokketo gets Kate for Clint <3

Feet dangling over the edge of the building they're perched on, Kate frowns a little as she pops another fry into her mouth. Three hours. Three hours they've been say here, and try as she might-- she just can't remain patient any longer. She glances at Clint from the corner of her eye, spots him just staring down at the building they're monitoring, and then lets out a long, drawn out sigh. ❝ can't we just... go down there? c'mon. we can handle this easy. ❞