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IT DOESN’T JUST RAIN IN SANCTUARY - it pours . the skies open up , the crowded streets that are home to the city dwellers flood , and the world as they knew it would be destroyed , left for them to rebuild . maybe she shouldn’t be a storm - uprooting everything that anyone could understand , maybe she could be the sun that shines afterwards to deliver hope for the future . has she turned marcus’ life upside down in such a way that she could be considered a storm so casually ? she looks at him , eyes wide as flecks of golden hues plead to crack through the darkened gaze that meets them . this could be a never ending battle , no longer just a dance , but a choreographed fencing match where both contestants are shielded , yet exposed in the smallest of spaces where the rapier can find it’s home . she feels something , no , she feels everything – but that something was intangible , an entire world whizzing by , music faded in the background and she’s locked in place . something was wrong . whatever it was felt too far away for her to grab a hold on , it was locked tight but bursting at the hinges of its confinement . ❛ aren’t we doing that already ? ❜ the question is caught in his breath , warm , innocent , but curious , prodding at the thoughts he keeps to himself , ❛ you’re here , right now , with me . it’s where i need you , always . ❜
something wasn’t right . it’s the way he speaks , the way he maintains the closeness instead of stepping back . the world where she anticipated the need to apologize was gone , so this wasn’t her world anymore . it was about to be uprooted and the two warring parts in her were fighting over whether she should fight it or embrace this change . he replaces the cold that she’d left behind , lips pressing to hers in more direct focus and she’s left to his devices , swept up in the understanding of where she belongs ( with him , it’s always been with him ) and where she currently stands . she’s trapped between two worlds - what she wants and who she is . yet none of that explains the hurricane circling around them and she can only hope that the eye won’t move , that they won’t be overtaken by the storm that he’s so readily claimed her to be .
it’s like a pinprick on the back of her neck , the reminder that the air of unease was still lingering between them . it’s quelled briefly by the way his breath laced through hers , the way their lips meet so perfectly and how everything within her soul becomes impossibly more aligned with him . she longs to latch onto it , to find the piece that’s threatening to ruin this moment and pluck it out to throw away for some other time - all so that she could selfishly revel in how she has become so irrevocably aligned with him. before she’s able to give herself entirely , the moment passes and she’s left with nothing more than the taste of him upon her lips , words having been left to the wayside as his reluctance becomes hers as well . ❛ the garden ❜ she whispers , but there are two voices wrangling inside - one warning her not to go , the other pleading with her to follow him wherever he may lead - telling her that he offers something that she could never attain on her own . when she parts from him , both sides are relieved in the sensation of victory , until she steps back , the tips of her fingers trailing along his arm . ❛ lead the way . ❜
THE TENSION THAT STRETCHES BETWEEN THEM — a bow string grasped between his fingers while she stands gazing up at him — it threatens to snap as he catches the flicker of confusion ( concern, maybe ) in her eyes. does she know what he’s done ? does she somehow suspect the war that rages within him ? marcus’ gaze locks onto hers in the space they share, wondering if there’s any way to convey the maelstrom of his emotions without raising the alarm.
❝ i know, ❞ he says again, because it’s the truth, because he’d never quite understood where he belonged until she took his hand. so casually, he thinks, so carefree as if a place like this could never dampen the brightness of her sun. he smiles in spite of himself, in spite of the nerves that threaten to unravel his insides.
fingers move to catch hers, a gentle squeeze, reassurance ( for her, or for himself, he’s not really sure ). ❝ i’m not going anywhere. ❞ tongue to cheek, fingers intertwining, risky words pushing past his lips. ❝ not without you. ❞ it’s only a murmur, but it’s already too much, he thinks. it’s not safe for her to stay — not safe for either of them, but he can’t show his cards yet, not until they’re out of the building, tucked within the cover of her garden.
marcus steps closer, tugging her hand with his to press a soft kiss to her knuckles, wondering if the weight of all that he wants to say can be transferred so easily from his lips. there’s something like a chuckle in his throat, but it lodges there along with his anxious heart, and he deflects by taking a reluctant step back, still holding onto her hand as he turns them toward their exit from the event. swallowing down the chuckle, the anxiety, the disdain at this inane opulent ball designed to distract and deter, he’s sure.
as if an afterthought, he glances down toward the floor at her feet.
❝ hopefully your garden won’t soil your fancy dress and shoes. ❞ the words are meant to be teasing, but he does wish for more practical outfits to carry out these plans. sure, the over - the - top decadence of the event can serve to hide them for now, but once they’re outside these walls, they’ll stick out ( she’ll stick out ) like sore thumbs. marcus doubts that he’ll be able to convince her to change her clothes in midst of the confusion of it all. he only hopes that all of these moving parts slot into place the way they’d been planned — it only takes one rogue wrench to stick in the gears and ruin everything. free hand moves to the suddenly stifling collar of his pressed shirt as he faces toward their destination, and marcus exhales harshly, forcing it into a scoff, hoping it comes out more amused than frustrated. ❝ i hate these stupid parties. ❞
another squeeze to her hand, and marcus leads them toward the exit, pace measured but swift. distantly, he’s aware that maybe his steps are too hurried for two people seeking some privacy from the ball, but since she’ll certainly be missed, maybe ren will see it as him simply wanting to get them away from any guards before they’re spotted. he can hope, at least, and it’s not that far from the truth. pausing as they reach the doors that will lead them outside, marcus turns to her with a strained smile. there’s no turning back once these events are put into motion ( there’s already no turning back, he knows ).
❝ —— ready ? ❞
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FRANK CASTLE IN EVERY EPISODE 💀 THE PUNISHER 1.10 - VIRTUE OF THE VICIOUS
THIS IS A GAME , AND A CRUEL ONE AT THAT . at first , barnes scolds himself for being such a fool . he should know better, think better , act better . the weakest part of a man forged of steel and retribution had always been the one standing in front of him . but she was never just his weakness , was she ? all smiles and persuasive words , she’d become his strength . at present though , she is the chisel wedged between each crevice that he’s dared to allow her to see . and this … this is the price he must pay for such recklessness . ❛ i don’t think you know what i want . ❜ but she does , doesn’t she . it’s far from an internal question , but a fact . she’d wrapped him within her web even now , brow arched in a way that makes him believe that she’s ready to pounce upon her tangled foe ( but he’s not the enemy , she has to know that much ) . what he wants is for things to go back to the way they were , and he wouldn’t consider that to be change , but a ticking clock with the power to turn back time , willing back the period when they’d fought together not out of necessity but desire – and everything else in between . had there not been a time when he’d consider her his ? ( she belongs to nobody , even when the world believed she did . he knew better ) . arms fold across his chest , it’s a defensive position , and one that should never be worn in the presence of the black widow – but he does , regardless as if his boots weren’t sinking to the ground in an effort to keep the weight from his shoulders and into his knees . he wants to return the favor , to dig into whatever space she allows and fill her chest with the memories of what had been lost , he wants the nights spent between their sheets to return , the hope that one day such things could return – if only she wasn’t so goddamn stubborn . ❛ and what good would it do , if i did ? ❜ the question comes with half a lull in curiosity , matching the way her brow perks with his own and gaze dragging down upon nat’s with newfound determination before stepping forward - daring himself closer . ❛ let’s say i told you i wanted everything to change , what change would it be ? would we be able to go back to a time that only i remember ? or would we move forward to a point where we continue playing this game , huh ? ❜ he’s not going to be a pawn , not again . another step forward is taken , it’s foolish , he knows , but he’s already trapped in the web and he may as well make the best of it . this could have been a decisive moment , a second in which the tables could turn , but he knows better and what lay beneath nat’s surface is a void of something that had been unwillingly stripped from her . of course he would want that to change . ❛ — i haven’t heard a just kidding either . ❜ @mythous
SOMETHING BURNS AS HE GETS CLOSER ——it conveys the fire in her eyes but also a thrumming in her chest. there’s a flicker of defiance in him that would be hard to miss even if he wasn’t wearing it openly, a challenge as he meets her step for step. she responds with a slow, considering tilt of her head, forced to look up at him now that the space is somewhat diminished. nat knows better than to believe in the simplicity of these choices — knows they’re presented by a man presumably as adept in love as he is in war.
❝ change is inevitable, barnes. ❞ it’s not an answer to his question, but another step in the dance, even if she does feel a bit unsteady on her feet. she’s a professional. and yet something about his proximity threatens to steal her breath in a way that leaves her feeling a little off - kilter. still, her voice remains a balanced, serene contrast to the roiling mess of a storm threatening to break just beneath the surface. or maybe it’s simply the calm before the storm. ❝ whether we chase it or run from it, it catches us all in the end. ❞
they’ve both lived through too much — too many changes, losses, years. is that what had drawn them together back then, after? a shared history, the benefit of knowing one’s soul better than they knew themselves? an occupational hazard of the kind of control they’d both endured. except she’d been dragged under it again, with no memory of the trauma this time.
maybe she should blame him for this emptiness inside of her, this punishment of his that had been to her detriment. when she’d first learned the truth, it had been incomprehensible — that the memory of one man in the sea of every face she’d ever known could somehow change her in such an intrinsic way — but there’s no denying the blank space inside of her, like a piece had gone missing. and maybe it can be explained by this magnetism between them that keeps pulling her closer, as if now that she’s posed the challenge, the black widow had gotten caught in her own web. maybe she just wants to know if there’s something in him that could fix what’s broken in her.
she’ll scold herself for what sounds like foolish, juvenile idealism ( romanticism, even ), later.
❝ i’m not kidding, james — ❞ cruel, again, in the tenderness of his name on her tongue, she knows. but she’s not unaffected, either. there’s a tension that hangs heavy in the air, but something else, too. call it curiosity, call it hope ( she won’t admit to that, though, not out loud ), but she’s stepping closer, still. ❝ besides, aren’t you at least a little bit curious ? ❞ // @ofeden
THERE’S A SHARP AND BITTER TASTE SITTING UPON RENATA’S TONGUE , it ferments on the brink of inflaming it – and the source is standing there , with her at present . what was it that made valentina tick this way ? what resentment boils within the woman’s soul that it permeates through every motion in her body , each word that falls from her lips ? perhaps it isn’t intentional , but ren feels it all the same . had she not been poked and prodded enough ? she worries about the split second that marcus were to put his hands upon her skin , that she’d lose control and do to him what she’s already done to others out there – and he has a place in his heart . this woman is nothing more than another stranger added to the list of people who want to run their tests for the sake of either proving something or learning something new .
❛ i’m not worried about the pain . ❜ is she some kind of harbinger of death ? the uncertainty that lies within her chest is molasses pouring from a volcano display . truly , she’s not . she’s endured the pain , suffered the consequences of whatever birthright had been handed down to her and been left to smile as if nothing was wrong for the entirety of her life . this is no different - and perhaps that is not as good of a thing as some would think . after all — what if they’re no better than equinox ? what if marcus is being lied to ? head shaking before looking up at valentina , she offers half of a smile , ❛ i’m sorry … ❜ a nod follows , gesturing towards the needle prepped to pierce the vein , ❛ that you have to be dragged into this , i can … i can tell you’d rather be doing anything else . ❜ and that her existence makes her uncomfortable , but that goes unsaid . there’s no benefit to adding fuel to the fire , the way that renata can feel the way valentina’s hatred pours of out of her , uncertain of what direction to go in , and how to stop it from being forced upon ren . ❛ at least i’m an easy draw, right ? these veins have … a lot of practice . ❜ @mythous
A PAUSE, NEEDLE SUSPENDED IN MID - AIR ——her gaze locking with renata’s for a fraction of a heartbeat. something about the words make her uncomfortable in a way val can’t quite put her finger on, stillness settling around them as she takes note of the slight tremor in the other woman’s smile, the resignation hovering at the edges of her expression.
❝ you have nothing to apologize for, renata. ❞ valentina’s voice gentles, and she gives a small smile of her own before looking down at her hand. lowering the syringe, she sets it aside on the nearby tray with a deliberate slowness, as if the act itself is meant to be reassuring. ❝ i’m here to help you, not just because it’s my job, but because i believe that everyone deserves a chance to understand their story. i hope you know that you’re not just a test subject to me. ❞
her eyes hold ren’s, and she wonders if she can even bridge the gap of uncertainty that’s formed between them. they all have their roles to play in this — val’s is to ensure that no harm comes to anyone under her care, but also to help them find answers. answers to help in the group’s efforts, sure, but some questions go deeper than that.
❝ and about — ❞ her now free hand waves haphazardly as if to gesture to the world outside the walls of her clinic. she blows out a long sigh, the strange nervousness at the thought that even breathing that organization’s name into the air might summon them to this safe space. ❝ — well, let’s focus on what we can control, yeah ? ❞ posture relaxed, valentina leans slightly back and away from where renata sits, head tilting to the side. ❝ for example — you’re not my prisoner, i’m not keeping you here. so if you want to get up and go without the prick of another needle, ❞ hands move out to her sides and she takes a step back. ❝ be my guest. ❞ expression open, smile slight, she nods. if ren wants to walk out of the clinic, she’s not going to stop her — val is all too familiar with what it’s like to be a prisoner, and she’s not about to become someone else’s warden. // @eposerta
THERE IS A CAUSTIC TONE SOAKING IN HIS WORDS , though not unfamiliar , they are met with a steady , almost too stoic gaze . he’s thought this through , considered the options and kijun is far from the type to roll over , allow lessers to take what is rightfully theirs for the keeping . perhaps this is what it is meant to be a sky being , forced to the ground because absence makes the heart grow fonder . but he’s never been one to simply accept fate , the concept has a way about it that kijun would find rather amusing , if he were the one at the helm . ❛ i apologize , do i give off the impression that i kid anyone , let alone myself ? ❜ cold words from a being forged by fire and shadow as a darkened gaze falls upon reaver in resignation . he sighs , fingers tapping thoughtfully on the railing in which they stand . it overlooks the world around them , the way that these cretins have turned what had once been beautiful , upside down . ❛ – speak for yourself , reaver . ❜ with this , his tone sharpens like the very claws that remain dormant inside of him , ❛ not all of us are as weak as you may think . we are dragons , and the skies are ours whether those clamoring to claim it wish to believe it or not . what do you think the solution is ? ❜ this is a very curious question , and he looks back towards the other for his response , ❛ go to war ? they will bring us to the point where the only chance is to burn everything to the ground – or don’t you think it’s better to allow them the time to destroy themselves . we’re not going anywhere . ❜ @mythous
THE SMIRK COMES ALMOST UNBIDDEN TO HIS LIPS ——though the expression barely touches his eyes. the notion of reaver — of all beings — waiting idly by while their adversaries potentially crumble beneath their own corruption is a tempting one, of course. but his own experience whispers into the draken’s ear, its voice as familiar as the memory of the wind beneath him and the moon kissing his scales with her light.
❝ waiting for others to fail is a dangerous gamble. ❞ and he, for one, has never been the betting type. reaver shifts, gaze sweeping over the lands that are rightfully theirs — lands that bear the scars of countless battles, yet still hold a beauty that is uniquely resilient. ❝ i know they say that patience can be a virtue, but relying solely on the incompetence of our foes seems like an oversight. ❞
his thoughts coil around the idea of what makes them so formidable in the first place — a fierceness, indomitable will, and of course the fire that burns within. ❝ instead of sitting back, we should consider stirring the winds of change ourselves. the time for contemplation is over, we should be taking control. ❞ it’s a call to arms, of sorts, and if the two of them are aligned, he knows that more will follow.
❝ we have the power to forge our own path — do you not grow tired of waiting ? ❞ fire cleanses as much as it destroys, and perhaps it’s time that the people whose hubris has brought them this far are reminded of that fact. but how can he make kijun see? ❝ or maybe you’ve become too comfortable in your role alongside them — wearing your human clothes and taking on a human name. ❞ the scowl that twists into his features comes with a harsh scoff, and reaver shakes his head. ❝ maybe you’ve forgotten what it’s like to spread your wings. ❞ // @ofeden
THE WALKING DEAD (2010 - 2022) Season 2 (deleted scene)
SHOCK RIPPLES THROUGH HER BODY LIKE AN ELECTRIC CURRENT , and just like she’s done each time nodes have been placed upon her temples , she takes it in stride , unmoving , and the waver in everything else about her isn’t due to her weakness of his ( direct ) words , but the way her body feels as if it turning to dust right where she sits . she had a choice , he tells her , as if he knows her so well , as if her story is something written across her skin in not the scars that decorate it , but ink free for anyone to translate for their own interpretation . doesn’t he realize , since he appears to understand her poor decision making so well , that she didn’t want to leave in the first place ? that even with the knowledge of what was happening to her , she would have stayed as a walking , talking , pin cushion test subject for the sake of keeping everything around her in order ? should she be angry with marcus for taking that decision away from her in the first place ? should she blame him and claim that he did this to himself ? if she’d voiced such words to sujin , renata is certain that he would agree , but they aren’t entirely true . the heart that currently beats dangerously slow in her chest had won out in the end , and now both she and marcus suffer the consequences .
this is her fault , and she knows it , having sujin remind her of such is only salt on the wound . ❛ you’re wrong . ❜ her head rolls to the side , refusing to look in his direction while she speaks , knees pulling tighter against her chest as if that will somehow protect her from the other’s words , ❛ about everything , about all of it . maybe you … maybe you don’t understand , and if you don’t … you shouldn’t talk about it . ❜ every word brings a sharp pain to her throat , and it’s soothed only by the tears that she’s choking down until the burn comes back again , ❛ he is more than just a man , and he has a chance of surviving out there – more than he ever could with me at his side . he … ❜ he’d do everything to protect her , risking his own life time and time again , and how long until the attempt finally took ? ❛ there are others out there , fighting against this place , as long as he gets to them … he’ll be okay . i know it . ❜ @mythous
THE VULNERABILITY IN HER VOICE TWISTS SOMETHING ——something inside sujin that had long been dormant in this place, something akin to sympathy, but tinged with his usually healthy serving of skepticism. he listens, waits for her to finish, sighs.
❝ you think i don't understand, ❞ he begins, voice low, each word measured, reflecting on her accusations. his expression softens fractionally, a rare concession to her raw emotion. ❝ but I see more than you think. i see the weight you carry, not just for him, but the weight of all your choices. ❞ he pauses, allows the silence to fill the space between them so that his words might have time to sink in. ❝ i don’t think you understand. it's not about right or wrong in this, it’s about survival. ❞
the casual way he leans against the wall at his back might give the impression of calm, but sujin’s words are edged, vehement. ❝ you know what, he might survive out there, you’re right, he has a chance. ❞ they’re unkind, these words, but she needs to hear them. ❝ but what about everyone else — what about you ? what about what you need to endure to keep breathing ? ❞ voice dropping to a whisper ( not that it would matter, every word they share is likely being monitored, anyway ), he shifts to face her more fully.
❝ don’t mistake my realism for disregard. i’m not the enemy, renata. we’re aligned more than you think. ❞
neither of them are alone in this, and he wonders if she’s truly so naive to the scale of the revolution that brews outside of these walls, if she’s blinded enough by some sense of loyalty to not realize what leaving with her guard had set into motion all those days ago.
there’s a calculated pause, his gaze piercing. ❝ if you decide to fight, you have to understand the layout of the battlefield. and the stakes — for all of us. ❞ he stands, a harsh laugh mingling with the soreness brought to the surface by the effort. ❝ but trust me, you’re not helping him by staying behind these walls. ❞ // @eposerta
WHAT LUCA UNDERSTANDS , AND WHAT HE EMPATHIZES WITH rarely go hand in hand . if anything , they are laced through a sharp fist aimed straight for the throat of whoever would dare put him in this kind of position ( god , he’s so much like his father ) . still , he does understand dillon’s words , even empathizes with them as anyone would be blind and dumb to not look at elle and want her just as much as he did – and apparently dillon as well . of course , none of this was news to him , just like it wouldn’t be news if he walked right into the bedroom and asked elle her feelings for dillon . often , he’ll ask the question while already knowing the answer and this situation is one in the same . ❛ well , you would be an idiot not to . ❜ tone even , luca takes a step closer to dillon and takes a moment to glance towards the door leading to his bedroom , then back to him again . his feelings for dillon had never gone ignored , they weren’t shoved in the back of some closet of skeletons waiting for the day to become overflowing with consequences of his actions , so why would that suddenly change ? it’s not as if elle was an obstacle between them , and contrary to the type of man he allows himself to be perceived , he’s not the kind of monster to make her choose between them . life wasn’t like some rotten teen romance novel , and if they could both have their cake and eat it too – then why starve themselves for the sake of avoiding questions needing to be asked ? ❛ thing is, dillon — maybe you don’t see it , but i do . the way she looks at you , whatever the two of you do in your free time , i’m not a fool , and instead of fighting choices , what’s so terrible about having both ? we know where we stand , that doesn’t magically disappear because you and elle are in similar footing . so yes , i would much rather be fucking you , than fucking with you . ❜ another step is taken , head tilted to the side , ❛ is that clear enough for you , or should i put it on a billboard ? ❜ @mythous
THE STING OF LUCA’S WORDS DOESN’T EXACTLY SURPRISE DILLON ——he’s used to luca being forward, almost brutally honest, but there’s something about the directness now that catches him off guard. his heart pounds rapidly against his ribs, nerves pressing it harder with every thump that it threatens to take his breath.
❝ it's not that i don't see it, ❞ he says, voice a bit rough, as he meets luca's gaze with an intensity born of years of unspoken feelings and not - so - buried - insecurities. ❝ it's just — it's hard to believe sometimes, you know ? ❞ that someone like her could actually want him when someone like luca is right there. what he doesn’t say — what he figures luca already knows considering the way he somehow sees right into dillon’s soul — is that it’s hard not to feel like the consolation prize sometimes.
eyes drop to the floor, like he can collect his thoughts down there before crawling back up to luca’s gaze, or maybe he can just fit himself under the carpet and be forgotten.
❝ if you're serious, if you really think she could want us both — ❞ if you could want us both, he bites back before it can escape, because it sounds stupid even in his head — hadn’t luca already had them both anyway, and nothing had changed, other than dillon’s own stupid feelings making him doubt.
a sigh, and he feels a little like he’s going out of his mind now, the possibility mixing the fear and excitement together, making him feel flushed and flustered. he clears his throat, needing to get these thoughts out into the open. ❝ and i mean really want that, not just putting up with me because she thinks she has to — ❞ he hears it as he says the words, the ridiculousness of them. elle doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to, dillon knows that. humiliation warms his cheeks ( though maybe some of that is from something else ) when he finally looks up again. ❝ — shit, i don’t know, i'm not against that — you know i’m not. ❞ his voice softens, a tentative smile playing at the edges of his lips. more like enthusiastically for it.
❝ it’s just — it’s scary as hell to think about, i mean, what if i fuck it up ? ❞ i can’t lose you, he thinks, and the thought douses some of that rising heat, i can’t lose either of you. // @ofeden
Rocío Romero García
GRATITUDE . REDEMPTION . ANARCHY . three words carrying separate meaning and he’s sought none of it – and yet receiving it tenfold . the latter can be understood deeply , the desire to set fire to everything around him with no purpose but to watch it all burn to the ground - the steady impulse to slaughter anything that stands in his their way . he chose this path with intent , but looking at sombra , the way her body appears to crumble before him from the inside out , he becomes uncertain for the first time as to what direction they should go next .
❛ it’s nothing — ❜ well deserved , the natural order of things , the consequences of one’s actions . that’s all it is ( he tells himself ) , but they both know that’s not the case . this trek they’ve begun is a treacherous one and there isn’t a soul out there he would do this for — besides her .
in earnest , he’s prepared to give sombra anything possible that could bring her back to the immortal in which she had become , because she was not born with the curse of immortality , it had been given to her , taken by her , and without it there is an image of emptiness inside that he’s not capable of empathizing with , no matter how hard he tries . this is their path . they know it well and it will become lined with witch’s blood before they reach the end , and he is perfectly alright with that . ❛ we need to move on , ❜ two steps bring him closer , head tilting as if witnessing before him the way magic clings to her soul so desperately , like it’s being pulled away by unseen forces , ❛ if we stay around too long , we’ll start to get unwanted attention . ❜ @mythous
SHE WATCHES HIM MOVE CLOSER ——a shift in the shadows cast by the dying light, as much a part of this twilight world as the darkness itself. sombra feels the raw magic simmer within her, a stirring tide ready to follow where he leads. it’s a curious thing, trust, when it weaves its roots so deeply in one place, and dries up into dust in another.
❝ yes, we must move — ❞ her voice is a soft whisper, carried on a breeze that seems to hold its breath for her words. she stands, her form regaining some semblance of the strength that had marked her as formidable before her curse. ❝ there are those who would still see us fall. ❞ the air around them thickens, laden with the promise of retribution and the bitter taste of long - awaited justice.
stepping forward, she meets him halfway, a hand reaching out, fingertips barely brushing against his. this fleeting touch — a silent affirmation of her gratitude, since he’s so intent to brush off her words.
❝ we’ll have enemies on all sides, some cloaked in the guise of allies. ❞ as much as she hates to admit it, as much as they’ve managed without for so long, they’ll need allies of their own. it’s quiet when she continues, almost as if speaking to herself and not aloud ( too long had that been her only option ) ❝ can we call upon the old bonds, or must we forge new ones in these fires we light ? ❞
sombra’s gaze is intense, unyielding, lit with her own fire and seeking not just his counsel, but his accord. she knows the paths they tread are dangerous — suspects her time is limited. but he is a fellow architect of the chaos they might wield as a weapon in this fight.
❝ let us move, then, we have been in the shadows long enough. ❞ her words are a murmur, a conspiratorial secret shared between two souls intertwined by fate and fury. ❝ do we step into the light once more, or shall we own the darkness still, as our domain ? ❞ words soft, but ironclad, her magic stands ready to answer her call, hungry for its chance. // @umbraen
&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( various dialogue prompts to send to your worst enemy (affectionate). feel free to change how you seem fit. )
❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜
❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜
❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜
❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜
❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜
❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜
❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜
❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜
❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜
❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜
❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜
❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜
❛ just stay out of my way. ❜
❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜
❛ what is it you want this time? ❜
❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜
❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜
❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜
❛ can we please just talk? ❜
❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜
❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜
❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜
❛ oh, so now you care? ❜
❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜
❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜
❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜
❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜
❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜
❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜
❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜
❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜
❛ we're not good for each other. ❜
❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜
❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜
❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜
❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜
❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜
❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜
❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜
❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜
❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜
❛ is that a challenge? ❜
❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜
❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜
❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜
❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜
❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜
❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜
❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜
THERE’S FEIGNED INTEREST IN THE WAY THAT SHE LEANS FORWARD , examining the photos he’s pointing at as if this had been the first time she’d seen them . ❛ they are beautiful pieces , whoever got their hands on them has excellent taste . ❜ leaning back again , an elbow rests upon the cold table separating her from the detective so that she can get a better look at her nails . time to get a manicure , picking locks does horrible things to her cuticles .
he keeps talking , but now instead of the intrigue that crossed her features previously , the boredom has taken over – haru knows that she should be offended by the implication that she’d put herself at risk for someone else , but it’s an interesting path that he’s taken and there’s a part of her that would much rather watch him fall deep into that , rather than focus on what is right in front of his face . ❛ is that what i am to you ? ❜ she questions him , eyes mocking a doe in the forest , the hunter with his rifle aimed right towards her , ❛ just a damsel in distress that needs her white knight to come and pull her from the wreckage ? how noble of you , detective abbott , i’m already swooning . ❜ the back of her hand splays upon her forehead , a dramatic gasp following not long after , ❛ or is it something else ? are you trying to use me to climb your way up the ladder ? how embarrassing would it be when you find out how wrong you are — i hope you’re not staking your whole career on this case . that would be a shame , you have so much … potential . ❜
it’s unreal , how willing she is to play this game with a detective . the fact is – he is competent , enough to get her in his interrogation room , anyway . to watch him scramble in attempts to tug himself free of everything that comes falling from her lips though , that remains to be seen . his question on whether or not she’s tired of being in and out of the precinct brings the sleek smile back upon her lips , and one shoulder shrugging to respond , ❛ see , now you’re being presumptuous – maybe i just love these talks we have , you know ? call it foreplay , if you want . ❜ while she hasn’t responded to the statement of someone else being behind it all , however , she can’t help but add , ❛ and besides , detective , maybe i don’t like it when you go easy on me , it takes the fun out of it . a shame you’re wasting your time though , you’ve got the wrong girl . ❜ @mythous
HE TRIES NOT TO LOOK AS OUT OF SORTS ——as flustered as he feels, but it’s only partially successful. there’s something about the offhand way she speaks to him, as if all of this is some kind of joke, that gets under zane’s skin. maybe it is a joke — for her, for the other guys at his precinct, clearly — but he takes his job seriously, in spite of everything. zane’s expression hardens for a moment as he makes an attempt at regaining some semblance of control over the situation ( did he ever have any to begin with? ). he’s supposed to have the upper hand here, and yet here he sits, dancing dangerously close to the edge of her provocations.
❝ foreplay, huh ? ❞ his voice is low, almost a murmur, as if he's weighing the word on his tongue. ❝ you're not making this any easier, you know ? ❞ he pushes the folder slightly towards her, a quiet reminder of their surroundings — this is still an interrogation, not a casual conversation over coffee.
and the thing is — zane is all too familiar with her game. so why, then, can’t he keep himself from playing? his gaze drifts to the file again, eyes scanning the scattered papers as if they can provide the answer. he’d rather hear it from her.
❝ here's the deal, haru. i don't want to be here all night. you probably don't either. ❞ he leans forward, resting his arms on the table. . ❝ so let's cut through the theatrics. tell me something real, something tangible that i can use to help you out here. you keep insisting you're the wrong girl, so prove it — ❞ his tone suggests a compromise, an offer between them. if they’re wrong about her then he wants to find the real culprit, but she’s not doing herself any favors by being stubborn. zane sighs, rubs a hand over his face, mask slipping ( doesn’t matter, she’d seen through it anyway ). ❝ give me something to work with, and maybe i can make sure you walk out of here sooner rather than later. ❞
peering up from behind his hand, he levels his gaze on her from across the table.
❝ what do you say ? can we do that — can you help me out here ? or are we gonna keep dancing around each other all night ? ❞ one brow inches up in silent challenge. does she call his bluff or finally fold? he lets the hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, shrugs. ❝ i mean, i’m not too bad at dancing, but generally i prefer it when there’s music playing. ❞ // @ofeden
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