give me fire

[rhxge]

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Every fiber of his being cannot stand this mutant, but he was really trying to be a better member of the keep. “It would seem you are more affected than most,” he replied as he reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of alcohol and two glasses. Rhage was not one for small talk, but he figured the liquor would help them both. 

At the compliment, he raised a brow without looking at her. “You have my thanks.” 

[rhxge]

axonsfiring:

“I can hear you,” Ryder lifts his head for just a moment to look over at the other lawyer, his wrists locked in handcuffs. “I’m telling you you’ve got the wrong dude. Those douchebags attacked me first. Everything I did was in self defense.” 

Reid sat up as the male started talking. He could tell he wasn’t lying, afterall, lying was his specialty, but he had a case to win. “And I am telling you, that if you know what is good for you then you will shut the hell up and let your lawyer do the talking.” 

Looking to the lawyer the courts appointed for this human, he knew he was in trouble. This guy was a class act, a joke. He almost wished he would have gotten to him instead. With a smirk, he eyed the red-eyed male. “Actually, Joe go get some coffee. I’ll watch the kid.” He waited for the other to eagerly leave the office before leaning down to the male. 

“Listen here,” he looked at the file and scoffed at the name, “Ryder, you’ve got two options. You either claim you want a new lawyer or you go to jail. I can rig something to where you get me instead of my client, but you will owe me a favor.” He let the last part linger in the air between them. 

[rhxge]

      “I grow tired of your client’s incessant babbling,” Reid retorted, a finger pinching the bridge of his nose as he spoke. “Is there something you can do to shut him up before I have to do it myself?” 

[rhxge]

Andromeda approached Rhage with a sardonic look on her features. She held a small red and white ball in her hand. Pressing the button once, it enlarged. Pressing again, she tossed it at Rhage's feet. With a pop, a small yellowish brown creature wearing a skull for a hat with a bone in his hand popped out at Rhage's feet. It looked up at Rhage with large curious eyes, then back at Andy. Andy gestured gently towards Rhage. The creature looked back at Rhage curiously. "Cu-cubone bone?"

There was a moment where the god was confused. What sorcery had his #murderbro concocted this time? But upon seeing the little creature, confusion was replaced by curiosity and adoration. A small sound erupted from the god that none other had ever heard, Rhage moving to kneel before it. “C-Cubone.. is that your name, little guy?” 

Looking back up at Andromeda, Rhage felt his heart grow two sizes. “Is this your new pet? He is adorable.” 

[rhxge]

Thomas, Deadly, Don

“Fuck Don, Marry Deadly, Kill Thomas-- he’s just a suped-up mortal, afterall.” 

@astiffupperlip, @oncedeadliesmith, @ofcharisma

[rhxge]

Deadly, Riven, T'Challa

“Fuck Riven, Marry Deadly, Kill T’Challa... with my penis.” 

@augury-of-shadows, @oncedeadliesmith, @blxkkpxnther

[thenamesallison]

rhxge replied to your post : fmk Scheme Andy Rhage

“I’d like to see you try it, little girl.”

Ally just glares at him with narrowed eyes. “You’re trying to rile me up and it’s not going to work.”

[rhxge]

       “You really don’t get it do you. I am a god and you are nobody.”

[uncombined]

Let's play 'fuck, marry, kill'

Leave 3 names in my inbox and I’ll tell you who I’d fuck, marry or kill

[rhxge]

oncedeadliesmith replied to your post “// anyone alive over here?”

yess

// kisses <3

[rhxge]

// anyone alive over here?

[rhxge]

"All I've ever done is hide." (From Ed.)

There was a moment of pause, the god unaware if the young mortal was actually speaking to him or not. 

When he realized he was, he cocked a brow. “From whom or what do you hide?” he asked, his face now laced with confusion. 

[velveteen-doll]

The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.

Sharon Creech, The Wanderer (via velveteen-doll)

[skjaldmeyjar]

pssst~

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[rhxge]

// reblogging here too <3 

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@rhxge continued from here

IT IS IMPROMPTU, this method of communication. He could pick up the telephone and call, he could get on a computer and message him there.

But there was something so authentic about the pen and paper, the pen to the page, of the written word - an old-fashioned courtship in the midst of a burning world, a world smeared with technology, the old ones could not comprehend - in a day and age where INSTANT GRATIFICATION had run amok. 

Hannibal Lecter runs his hand along the letter once and his eyes catch glimpses of specific words that came upon that flutter of bright beryl-light and he looks at those words with a softness in his eyes that replaces the earlier weariness that settled itself, like an unwelcome stranger, on his features.

He lifts the letter and speaks to it and he wonders if it is a conduit between the two of them and he is all mouth and shining eyes made bright with the truth of wisdom gained from transformation and at the last, a desperate clutch at HUMANITY.

“Usually, it is I who confesses first - you have broken my personal record, beloved.”

Beloved. How many can he attest to calling such sickeningly sweet sentiments? None - all.

“If you would allow, I can visit - if you hear this. I wish to speak to you in person, to respond to you with my words. My pen, though mighty, cannot match what I can say to you in real time.”

They have always been balanced between arrogance and informality, he, an old and aching thing that has become more HEART than stomach and this being…

Reid Lockheart. A locked heart. This he understands.

He smiles and feels - young, cleaved through, open - rejuvenated. 

“Allow me to take you on a proper date, beloved. You are not Erik.”

An old confession, one that was sure to break off uneven pieces, to create something new.

[rhxge]

He’d known of the message’s arrival, as he enchanted the magic to work that way, but the words spoken to it gave him pause. With haste, he closed his eyes and concentrated upon his lover’s voice, honing in on the magic upon the envelope to make it last. 

A date, eh?  

Like a giddy school girl, Rhage grinned wildly. Had anyone in his office walked in, they would have feared their lives to see such a sight. The god realized this and quickly wiped the smile off his face and cleared his throat. Withdrawing another piece of paper from his desk, Rhage pulled out a pen and replied with haste. 

My Beloved, 

Can you meet me tonight? I am quite embarrassed to admit that I feel like I cannot wait another moment to see you. I’ll leave work now and head to my condo. You may speak into this letter your reply again. 

Until I see your face~

With a sigh, Rhage performed the same ritual and sent the letter to Hannibal once more, this time leaving the magical channel open for any sort of reply. His heart thrummed within his chest, threatening to jump from within its confines. Grabbing his coat, he donned it and packed his things. There was a pep in his step as he left his office, instructions to lock it up left with his staff. 

He was going to see Hannibal tonight. Even though he’d not said yes, the god just felt it within his bones, like a calling rooted deep within the surface. 

[johnnybravo20]

Christian Bale - The Dark Knight (2008)

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