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[luxarrow]

Lan stands between @grislyintentions and the lion cub, drawing the Skybow. THEY aim at Yaoshi, an arrow burning with vibrant magenta. The hunter protecting the little they have left in this existence. 

“This is of no concern of yours, abomination.” 

[siobh4n]

❝ WOULD YOU DESCRIBE ME AS SOMEONE WHO LIVES IN PERPETUAL ANXIETY? ❞ / @rejectory. / TOM WAMBSGANS & SHIV ROY.

there are few moments such as this : where siobhan roy can be home, on a weekend, morning light still streaming in through the windows. there is no gala to rush to, no private jet to board. since the walker left with mondale, shiv's apartment has been silent. as comfortable as one's home could be. her head is buried in her phone, reading through article after article of think pieces ( is ATN a dying brand? is logan roy fit to lead? how will waystar royco reduce their environmental impact? ) it's not the sound of her husband's voice, but the processing of his words that gets her to look up.

❝ tom. ❞ her voice suffers from lack of use this morning, a little rough around the edges, and warmer than his name normally sounds on her tongue. before continuing, shiv corrects her posture, no longer able to curl into the couch. she clicks at the button on her phone and the rectangle goes black. his presence is finally acknowledged with a look his way, though, only when her spine is straight and her voice is clear. ❝ there are inner-city chihuahuas who are less perpetually anxious than you. ❞

[canisaureuss]

@mersinary​ cont.

Once Raven had gone out of sight of the training area’s cameras, Jackal had taken a moment to wonder where she’d gone before realization clicked in and.... She was a little too late in getting to the door, silently cursing herself for hesitating. 

Well. Not that it was all bad, the look on her cohort’s face a welcome sight in its own. 

Until she was fumbling for mask so rudely plucked off, hands clasping around it almost protectively. Glare matches Raven’s off before she’s whipping her gaze away, pointedly backing away out of reach as she tries to put dog mask back on while still keeping a watchful eye over the other.

“Please. You were basically asking for someone to come cat call - or is it bird call? - when you’re out there sweating it up. I was simply admiring.”

[serpentish]

          surely i have the time, she thinks, stepping into the tavern as silently as boots will allow her.  bag hanging loosely at her side barely brushes past knocking a glass off a table, especially with her hand rummaging around in it as dema finds the perfect table, the perfect seat, and the perfect distance away from everyone.  had it not been for a few wandering eyes at first, she’d already have the paper pulled and displayed on the table - but she’s in the process of waiting until the attention dies down before moving along.

          fingertips gently grip the corner of her journal, pulling it into the light while working to push the lock device so that it may slide open.  two loose pieces of paper ( looking as if they’ve been directly ripped from the book itself ) float silently across the tabletop and into rest before her.

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[conduiting]

@divinesouled

          if reggie knew where he was right now , he’d probably be toast.  he told him half an hour prior that he was heading into town to pick up one thing and he’d be back , but now delsin’s spent twenty minutes in line for some ice cream.  there’s a few people ahead of him , now , and his order’s already been taken so that it can be ready when he reaches the register ; but that impatience in his body is rising in the form of fingertips idly tapping against arms in their crossed position.

          he pulls through , though , and digs his wallet from back pocket and whips out a few dollars - but it’s what happens after that switches everything up.  there’s a smaller girl situating her own purchases , and instead of waiting on her to get a spoon and move along - delsin reaches over to grab at one , too , and the contact their hands make sends his mind into a flurry of memories that aren’t his.  eyes squeeze shut for a minute , and he retrieves his spoon ( luckily ) while hand jerks away , but then his vision settles on her awkwardly.

          “ sorry. ”

[offwrld]

“Come here, you shithead...”- Armadillo

          think of a cat , but how a cat will run away from an outstretched hand , back hunched - fur spiked , lips drawn back and teeth exposed in a hiss ; but imagine it as a robot , hoisting himself onto the blue shipping crate in front of him after a bit of a sprint.  dread catches his balance when he stands up , turns to face the man on which he looks down on , now , for the first time.  chest rises and falls to mimic human reaction , to give the impression that there are actual working lungs beneath that armor.  display sparks to life , the shape of a big red X.

          “ no , ” said sharply , quickly.  irritated.  “ get off my land. ”