𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

I          MEANT          EVERY           WORD.

[silverr]

#SILVERR.        ——        SILVER   SABLE.           EST.  07 / 2020.       with  mixed  media  influences.      low  activity.      highly  selective.      mutually  exclusive.      as  hunted  by  macy.

𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔.        𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒔.        𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚.        𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔.      𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍  𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.     

[silversaablinova]

i’d rather have you alive, but i can settle for dead.

silver sable and the wild pack #3

[silverr]

----       𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃.

❝  woah, woah, woah !  ❞     he comes to a screeching halt in front of her, leaving a cloud of dust and loose sheets of papers in his weak. the lightning that trails behind him has faded, and he lifts a gloved hand to scratch the back of his neck. something about this city felt  …  off. it wasn’t central city, and barry could only hope that he hadn’t end up in another world. again.     ❝  i’m not here to start a fight. i just  ⸻  if you could tell me what earth i’m in, that would be great.  ❞

               fast reflexes have her hands clutching the guns that rest on either side of her thighs,   digits skillfully flipping by the grifts and pointer resting on the trigger.    silver doesn’t appreciate surprises   and she most definitely doesn’t expect to be nearly run over by         —         a man with the speed of light ?    brows furrowed,          ❝    if you’re not here to fight,   why are you running towards me like you’ve got an agenda ?    ❞          safety clicks off,   the sound music to her ears.    and   puzzlement clouds her features,        ❝    what earth ?    ❞          it sounds like the madness she remembers hearing from past scientists and novelists she gathered were wasting her time.    posture straightened,   stance growing more defensive,          ❝    who are you ?   ❞         accent thick on her tongue,   octaves raising.

[silverr]

----       𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁  .

  “      don’t   say   that   this   is   for   me.      ”      If   it   was,   he   didn’t   want   it.   He   didn’t   want   more   blood   on   his   hands,   bodies   in   his   name   and   he   was   tired   of   telling   Silver   to   stop.   You   didn’t   need   to   kill   to   win   a   battle   or   for   someone   to   face   justice.   Death   wasn’t   the   answer,   it   never   would   be.      “      it’s   not   false   and   you   know   how   much   it   means   to   me.   your   method   isn’t   effective,   it’s   CRUEL.   as   soon   as   you   begin   to   tell   yourself   that   the   lines   don’t   exist,   then   you’re   no   different   from   them.   it   means   you’re   just   as   bad.   i   thought   you   wanted   to   do   good.      ”      He   raises   an   arm,   shooting   out   a   few   web   grenades   before   dropping   back   down   and   looking   at   her,      “      killing   them   means   you   are   them.      ”   

This   wasn’t   the   answer,   he   didn’t   know   why   she   couldn’t   see   that.   It   wouldn’t   bring   her   the   closure   she   was   seeking.   All   it   would   do   was   breed   more   pain.      “      i   can’t   let   you   kill   them.      ”      He   swears   under   his   breath   as   she   slides   out   and   he’s   quick   to   leap   over   the   barrier,   immediately   plugging   up   the   barrels   of   all   the   guns   in   sight,      “      but   that   doesn’t   mean   i’ll   let   them   kill   you.      ”   

               “    why  ?    that  put  a  kink  in  your  plans  or  your  view  of  me  ?    ”          IT’S  RHETORICAL.  she  doesn’t  want  an  answer.  her  words  shoot  out  with  haste,  no  fluidity  in  their  delivery.  her  patience  has  been  long  gone,  as  well  as  her  toeing  the  lines.  THEIR  IDEOLOGIES  HAVE  ALWAYS  DIFFERED  and  more  often  than  not,  it’s  resulted  in  squabbles  during  times  when  there  absolutely  should  not  have  been  any,  and  this  was  one  of  them.  HE’S  NOT  WRONG          —          her  methods  were  cruel,  but  they  were  also  effective.  she’s  perfected  them  over  the  years  and  she  struggles  to  find  any  ounce  of  empathy  for  those  who  mercilessly  hurt  others.  she  finds  the  intent  matters  in  context,  and  she  intends  TO  PUT  AN  END  to  their  crime.  not  give  them  the  opportunity  to  escape  and  try  again.          “    i  do  want  to  do  good,  spider.  perhaps  you  should  reevaluate  your  place  in  all  of  this.  and          —          i’m  stopping  them  with  ANY  MEANS  NECESSARY,  if  that  includes  killing  then      ...    ”

               she  would  never  admit  it  aloud,  and  especially  not  to  him,  but  she  isn’t  certain  if  the  words  she’s  spewed  were  her  own  or  A  RESULT  OF  HER  GRIEF  and  her  rage.  her  pain  has  carved  itself  into  a  weapon,  sharp  and  pointed  to  the  touch.  and  she’s  more  than  prepared  to  use  it.  running  out  from  the  covers  left  her  exposed,  but  muscle  memory  and  quick  reflexes  have  her  dodging  and  trajectories,  her  own  blades  being  effortlessly  thrown  to  IMPAIR  TRIGGER  -  HAPPY  FINGERS.  brows  furrow  as  sight  meets  his  flash  of  red,          “    let  them  ?    don’t  insult  me  like  that.  they  couldn’t  even  if  they  tried.    ”          swift  movements  have  her  chucking  a  knife  towards  the  arm  of  another  body  seeking  to  shoot  at  him,          “    WHAT  IF  YOU  CAN’T  HAVE  BOTH  ?    ”

[silverr]

@vlkyried​​     :     I  KNOW  YOU’RE  NOT  SORRY.  WHY  SHOULD  YOU  BE  ?        ✶

               countenance  hardens.  if  she  did  not  know  any  better,  she  would  think  she  was  being  accused,  CHALLENGED.  and  she  did  not  like  either  prospects.          “  why  should  i  be  ?  ”          the  question  is  thrown  back  at  her,  icy  gaze  flickering  in  brunnhilde’s  direction.  the  meeting  they  were  meant  to  attend  had  derailed  in  the  most  disastrous  manner.  ANYTHING  LESS  THAN  SUBTLE,  and  silver  already  regrets  telling  her  crew  to  stay  behind,  foolishly  thinking  the  maturity  levels  of  all  involved  parties  would  be  beyond  acts  of  senseless,  wasteful  violence.  not  that  she  cares,  but  now  she’s  inaudibly  swearing  over  lost  weaponry  and  used  cartridges,  empty  chambers.  and  for  pesky  fools,  no  less.          “  well,  maybe  i’m  sorry  i’ve  had  to  waste  my  bullets  on  them.  sorry  your  sleeve  got  burnt  in  the  process.  ”          lips  purse  in  thought  as  a  hum  is  drawn  out,          “  is  there  SOMETHING  YOU  ARE  EXPECTING  me  to  be  sorry  for  ?  ”

[silverr]

----      𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁.

Back   stiffens,   eyes   widening   as   he   untangles   his   limbs   from   hers,   pushing   himself   up   so   he’s   sitting.      “   no.   ”      Tongue   runs   across   his   bottom   lip   and   he   shakes   his   head,   staring   at   her   with   his   jaw   tightening   by   the   second.      “      there’s   no   such   thing   as   balance   in   the   universe,   not   with   human   lives.      ”      He   had   lost   too   many   people   to   brush   death   off   as   the   universe   fixing   itself.   After   everything   he   had   heard,   after   someone   had   tried   to   achieve   balance   in   the   universe   how   could   she   even   say   that   ?   

  “      that   doesn’t   mean   you   don’t   TRY.      ”      Maybe   she   could   move   on   but   he   couldn’t.   Someone   needed   to   remember   them.   Every   person   that   died   on   their   watch   was   someone’s   Ben.   They   were   someone’s   Tony.   Peter   pushes   out   a   heavy   breath,   frown   settling   on   his   features,      “      i   should   have   been   able   to   !   with   everything   that   i   can   do   .   .   .   it   is   my   fault.   protecting   those   people   was   my   responsibility   and   i.   .   .      ”      He   looks   down,   running   stressed   hands   through   his   hair,      “      i   failed.      ”   

               a  groan  DIES  IN  HER  THROAT  as  her  sanctity  is  disrupted  by  sudden  movements          —          she  should  have  known  by  now  to  keep  her  mouth  shut  when  it  came  to  any  attempts  of  comfort.  it  has  NEVER  BEEN  HER  STRONG  SUIT,  and  yet  she  tries  with  him.  and  fails  miserably.  the  salt  in  her  throat  is  aching  for  her  to  stop,  unable  to  handle  mediocracy  in  any  action,  but  instead  she  sits  up  alongside  him,  brows  furrowed,          “  one  could  argue  human  lives  are  as  small  as  the  dirt  in  the  roads  or  the  tiny  insects  we  unknowingly  and  thoughtlessly  step  on.  if  we’re  talking  balance  of  the  universe  through  the  lens  of  entities  more  formidable  than  us.  ”          it’s  a  challenge,  a  nudge.  she  isn’t  sure  she  believes  the  words  that  are  leaving  her  lips,  or  if  they’re  FABRICATED  IDEOLOGIES  to  keep  her  head  screwed  on  right.  he  must  think  her  a  soulless  being,  but  she’d  never  shielded  herself  with  him          —          this  is  who  she’d  always  been.

               “  how  much  more  of  it  can  a  person  take  before  it  starts  to  completely  eat  them  alive  ?    shouldn’t  something  change  ?  ”          her  tone  is  quiet,  but  her  words  bite  as  hard  as  the  edges  in  her  accent.          “  peter,  it’s  not  your  fault.  and  you  know  i’m  no  stranger  to  THROWING  THE  TRUTH  at  your  face.  ”          body  shifts  so  she’s  facing  him  better,          “  how  are  you  meant  to  KEEP  FIGHTING  FOR  THE  LIVES  AROUND  US  now  if  you’re  crippled  with  the  weight  of  those  you’ve  lost  ?    you  did  not  fail,  in  this  instance.  i  know  failure,  and  i  am  not  looking  at  failure.  you  did  not  kill  them,  you  did  not  stand  by.  you  were  brave.  and          —      ”          the  words  are  foreign  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue,  but  she  realizes  she’s  not  paying  him  a  compliment  or  spewing  lies,  only  CITING  THE  FACTS  as  she  knows  them.          “  you  did  not  fail.   ”

[harlicons]

I love my work. – Silver Sable

[silverr]

me rising from the ashes and looking at my entire inactive following )))):

[silverr]

silver  may  be  a  baddie  mercenary   . . .    but  she  runs  in  heels  for  fun   /:   nothing  else  matters

[silverr]

----     𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙳𝙴𝚁  .

  “      well   i   just   took   care   of   that   guy   so   i   think   some   stuff   does   need   to   be   dealt   with   with   my   webs   and   spider-y   self.      ”      He   points   to   the   man   strung   up   on   the   wall   opposite   to   them,   and   offers   a   short   wave,      “      sorry   by   the   way   !   it’s   not   personal   i   swear.      ”      Besides,   this   was   totally   his   lane   !   Secret   warehouse   run   by   old   enemy   made   for   hoarding   EVIL   weapons   ?   It   had   his   name   all   over   it   !   Really   she   should   have   been   more   surprised   he   didn’t   show   up   sooner.   

He   frowns   when   he   feels   pressure   on   his   shoulder,   letting   out   a   quiet   groan   and   rolling   his   eyes   beneath   the   mask.      “      he’s   not   lost.      ”      Ignoring   her   hand,   he   hops   up   with   ease   and   motions   with   his   head   further   down   the   hall.      “      proportional   hearing   of   a   spider,   remember   ?      ”      He   always   said   that   but   he   didn’t   actually   know   if   spiders   had   great   hearing.   In   fact,   he   knew   a   lot   less   about   spiders   than   he   thought   he   probably   should   have.      “      he’s   that   way,   down   one   floor.      ”      Peter   points   with   a   small   shrug,      “      and   i   do   have   a   strategy   by   the   way   !      ”      The   strategy   was   simple,   stop   them   and   don’t   let   people   get   hurt.

“            more   like   you   risked   everything   for   SHOW   AND   TELL.         ”            brows   were   still   furrowed,   though   the   banter   she   was   not   particularly   against.   more   insults   rested   on   the   tip   of   her   tongue,   sharp   as   the   blades   hidden   in   the   calves   of   her   boots            ---            though   her   own   mind   figured   THEY   WERE   BETTER   OFF   for   later.   when   she   weren’t   concerned   about   her   life.   their   lives.            “         why   are   you   apologizing   ?   they   would   not   apologize   to   you   after   they   kick   you   in   the   face   and   blast   you   to   high   hell.         ”            icy   discs   rolled   as   he   ignored   her   hand   and   she   avoided   the   nagging   feeling   at   the   pit   of   her   stomach.   was   he   really   what   she   needed   ?   SHE   COULD   HANDLE   IT   ON   HER   OWN.            “         was   not   aware   crawly   creatures   had   such   hearings.   good   for   you.         ”            lack   of   enunciation,   tone   was   flat   as   she   skillfully   approached   the   building,   making   sure   to   stay   out   of   general   sight.

“         oh,   yeah   ?         ”            unamused,   octaves   were   lower   as   she   fully   expected   he’d   follow,            “         is   your   strategy   to   just   throw   punches   and   tie   a   bonnet   on   the   people   who   would   gladly   see   innocent   lives   taken   ?   blow   a   kiss   in   their   direction   ?         ”            NOW   SHE   WAS   JUST   POKING   FUN.      “         listen   to   me,   and   listen   clearly,   spider.   we   go   with   my   plan,   not   yours.   mine.   you   do   what   you   got   to   do   to   not   die   but   do   not   get   in   my   way.         ”            accent   grew   thicker   with   every   word,   gaze   staring   intently   into   that   mask   of   his   as   if   she   could   see   past   it,            “         i’ve   studied   the   place.   there   are   only   two   entryways.   SINCE   YOU   ENJOY   BEING   THE   STAR   OF   THE   SHOW,      you   take   the   one   with   the   most   eyes   and   i   take   the   back.   this   was   supposed   to   be   a   stealth   mission   but   since   someone            ---            ”            sharp   exhale,            “         just   make   sure   they   focus   on   you.   not   me.         ”         

reaching   down,   she   was   pulling   out   the   blade   that’d   been   comfortably   hidden   in   the   heel   of   her   boot,            “         nothing   is   getting   in   my   way.   they   are   the   bad   guys,   and   I   WILL   DO   WHAT   I   HAVE   TO.   understood   ?         ”

[silverr]

----     𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙲𝙰𝚃  .

     “Oh, there’s a DIFFERENCE.” For example, one involved the rather unfortunate appearance of a witness while the other involved the Cat getting away free. “And… I’m always FUNNY.” That smile is gleaming. Oh what a clever feline!

“         AND   DO   ENLIGHT   ME.   i   am   curious.         ”            manicured   brow   arched,   short   strands   icy   locks   falling   over   the   corner   of   her   view.   STANCE   WAS   SOLID   as   her   gaze   flickered   over   the   feline’s   features,   ends   of   brims   twitching   into   the   ghost   of   a   smile,            “            I'M   NOT   LAUGHING.         ”            and   though   as   planned,   she   was   now   unable   to   resist   the   grin   stretching   over   stoned   features.

[silverr]

----      𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃  𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙰  .

He was working as FAST as he could. Not like they sent the most qualified person to deal with something like this. Sousa’s experience was one more of espionage and self defense, not this. “I’m tryin’ my BEST, alright? If you’ve got any bright ideas, I’m open to suggestions!” He half shouted back as he worked with rewiring a door. Again, it WASN’T his specialty but he was doing…something? After observing some of his own agents, he had an inkling of an idea on how this worked. It was BETTER than sitting around doing nothing, hoping someone would find them before….well she said it. Ghosts weren’t his thing, however, not one for the superstitious but he’d prefer not to take his chances. Even if he DIDN’T know her well, the tone in her voice and the fire in her eyes definitely made that seem like a promise she intended to KEEP if it came down to it. 

all   that   was   heard   was   the   LOUD   CLANK   AGAINST   HINGES,     and   had   she   not   been   so   intent   on   trying   to   push   his   buttons   or   get   her   point   across,   maybe   they   wouldn’t   have   been   stuck   in   this   predicament.            “         YOUR   BEST   CLEARLY   IS   NOT   ENOUGH,   AGENT.         ”            scrutiny   in   her   tone,   yet   through   the   crevices   such   mirth   could   be   heard.   it   was   not   the   first   time   she   had   found   herself   in   this   place,   and   though   it   only   felt   like   deja   vu,   she   could   hear   her   own   voice   inside   her   head   shouting   at   her   to   fix   it.   and   yet,   ARMS   WERE   FOLDED   OVER   HER   CHEST,   icy   discs   flickering   over   their   surroundings   in   search   of   another   option            ---            nothing.   moving   closer,   she   crouched   down   to   look   at   the   source   of   their   problems,            “         busted   door.   WHY   NOT   SHOOT   IT   DOWN   ?   i   have   gun.         ”            accent   faint   in   her   words,   brow   arched   and   she   was   standing   up   again,   pulling   out   the   weapon   holstered   by   her   thigh.            “         STEP   ASIDE.         ”            patience   was   not   her   forte.   

[afacelesschampion]

NICOLA PELTZ in BACK ROADS (2018)

[robinshcerbatsky]

[silverr]

𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑪𝑨𝑻.

     “BURGLARY? Home invasion? I forget the DIFFERENCE!” 

      / @silverr· dialogue based starter

“     there’s   a   difference   ?     ”     amusement   coated   her   words,   though   not   before   seriousness   broke   through   her   visage.     “     DEPENDS   ON   WHAT   YOU’RE   DOING.     ”     judgment   was   quick   to   lace   in   her   words,   gaze   narrowing   at   her.     “     or   are   you   just   being   funny   ?     ”

[silverr]

starter     call     :     @dawngrcngcr​​

slight   offense   washed   over   her   features,   brows   knitting   before   amused   laughter   broke   through,     “     i’m   not   a   criminal                      ”     silver   locks   were   tossed   over   her   shoulder   effortlessly,   knuckles   cracking,   gaze   breaking   away,     “     i’m   merely   a   professional.     ”

[silverr]

starter     call     :     @tomorrowknight​

“      join   me,   before   there’s   nothing   left   for   you   to   fight   for.      ”         arms   folded   over   her   chest,   confidence   and   absolute   seriousness   coated   her   words                      she   only   really   saw   one   path   out   of   this   little   predicament   they   were   in.      “      the   offer   is   good   for   two   seconds   before   i   do   some   permanent   damage.      ”