ARCHAEOLOGIST'S DAUGHTER.

[thelastworlds]

[deluscr-a-blog]

“I think our lifelines are too intertwined.”

( @nidhiithief )

          “That’s it?”    A scoff was heard, head shaken as there was a hint of agitation within his tone.     “That’s your reason?”    Another head shake as his gaze had fallen upon her, looking at her as if to see she was making a joke, yet he knew that she very much wasn’t. That this was truly what it was between them. She had simply grown tired of him, of all that he had done for her, and he was far too late to interfere.    “So that’s why you’re givin’ up on me…”    An aggressive edge to his tone was heard, frown upon his features, for he had known that she had been off way too often lately, and suddenly his doubts had become a reality. And so he shook his head once more, before a hand reached towards the back of his neck, rubbing slowly as if to massage his own muscles.     “Guess I should’ve known, huh?”

[nidhiithief]

out. kiCKS DOOR DOWN TO SAY THAT CHLODINE IS CANON BYE

[nidhiithief]

out. i’m still alive. i’m just buried in course work and i’ve been focusing more on my equine art (since that’s what’s selling rn) on twitter. forgive me lovelies xx

[winterswake]

[elenafisher2]

She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.

[nidhiithief]

out. sorry for my absence, friends. a long week led up to a long weekend and i’m still recovering this morning. the good news: first pride! i went this weekend and it was fantastic. (peep those grown out Tusk nails too holla.) thanks for understanding.

[storyfound-deactivated20230521]

                    this is elena fisher, and you’re watching jackass.                                         ** keep limbs in the vehicle at all times. no refunds.

[warforhire-deactivated20201024]

               cry  havoc!!  and  let  slip  the  dogs  of  war.     //     penned  with  love  by  katie

[thekorcariwilds]

[nidhiithief]

“No, I didn’t know.”

part ii. || no longer accepting

     ‘Is that your excuse?’

    It’s teasing officially, Chloe’s oh so serious tone offset by the way her mouth curls into a smile. God, she’d known she hadn’t SEEN her in a while, but this — wow. Imagining Elena like this wasn’t an impossible feat, with the way they’d both retired from the illegal side of the business, but being blindsided when the all-of-5′2″ journalist opened the door already looking ready to pop wasn’t expected. Then came the exclamation – Why didn’t you tell me?! – followed by the counterpart, I thought I did. 

To be fair, Chloe’s phone had busted even with her new case, but she wasn’t willing to ADMIT that she didn’t get an alert from Elena because she couldn’t.

    The woman figures helping Miss Sunshine survive a grenade blast a few years ago is what makes her so keen to offer a hug, taking extra care to not squish against Elena’s growing midsection. ( She makes a mental note later to visit more often. ) ‘ Well, a pleasant surprise either way. ‘ She smirks. ‘ Can’t imagine Nate’s leaving you alone, though. ‘

[heauxze]

chloe and elena, the only characters with common sense: stop nate

nate: StOp NaTe

[coriander-inactive]

i’ve got,,, the biggest crush on her honestly

[nidhiithief]

“Did I make your body shake?”

part ii. || no longer accepting

‘ Heh— ‘ 

    The laugh is dry and brief as she catches her breath, beads of sweat coating bare skin in the dim light. She ENJOYS these nights, these times of success where it calls for celebration of all types – good food, good wine, good room, good lay. Even as she brushes stray strands out of her face to get a better look at him, there’s a sly smirk there that in no way indicates she’s DONE. 

     Chloe leans close enough to press a kiss to his shoulder, teeth catching skin briefly in a nip before she sits up on her knees. ‘ Maybe so, love. ‘  Leg swings over, PINNING him, and the pads of her fingers trail down his chest. It’s not LOVE, it’s not a word in her vocabulary between them – for her own protection, at any cost – but she’s addicted to the THRILL of watching him. ‘ But I think it’s YOUR turn. ‘

[sundomking]

[shesmelledofdaisies]

[nidhiithief]

“I wouldn’t mind if I died.”

part ii. || no longer accepting

    The words make her snap to him, stray hair freed from her ponytail swinging across her shoulder. It was rather unlike him, to say the least; they’d been in hairy moments BEFORE, but self-preservation was a necessary quality in gigs like this, and to get all heroic now was borderline SUICIDAL. ( Which, apparently, is what he’s fully intending. This idiot. ) 

    How noble of him to try and make his last stand now, rounds low and tired limbs struggling to keep up with the demands of a getaway, but a quiet moment must offer some reflection. There’s still more men lingering, searching here and there for the two vagabonds, and she can only imagine the trials && triumphs of completing this job alone. Good payday, still dead. 

Hollowed eyes squint at him, breaching on the edge of (false) anger. ‘ And leave ME to tell Sullivan? Not a CHANCE, Cowboy. ‘