#4o77th

[zeveth]

( @4o77th asked: what do you want me to do, fetch your slippers for you? (klinger)

"well, it wouldn't hurt!" she spits, hobbling on one foot and yanking off a mud-soaked boot. a slew of gravel and water streams from the heel when she tips it. "normally i'd never have to come here in the first place!"

[zeveth]

( @4o77th asked: hey, maybe you haven’t been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal! (igor)

"that's what you think! --pal!" already dripping in yellow paint, she loads up another gun. there's a gleam in her eyes that belongs more to the antagonist in a horror film than someone from the cities with shine on her shoes. she shoves the loaded weapon into igor's hands and grabs an empty one. "i'm not giving up so easily."

[khaloymes-a]

@4o77th from here !

“A-alright. I’ll trust you.”

Johnnie nervously runs his hands down his pants when he sits, clearly anxious about the outcome of everything.

“It’s-it’s my father,” he admits, getting choked up, “they say he’ll probably be okay, but… I can’t stand to see him like this. He’s trying to be strong for us, but I know he’s in pain.” A sniffle leaves him as he wipes his eyes, trying not to let his emotions overtake him. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, unable to look the priest in the face.

[lifeseffort]

Morse hears footfall behind him and he turns, noticing the kind eyes and welcoming face of the priest. He shouldn’t be as surprised as he finds himself— this is a chapel, it’s common practice that a clergyman comes with it— but it is half three in the morning.

“I’m sorry to have troubled you,” he begins. “I don’t need… that is, I don’t really go in for this sort of thing.” Endeavour at least has the good graces to be genuinely apologetic as he looks to @4o77th , but he finds his attention drawn back to the chancel almost immediately after, running his hands up and down the lengths of his thighs as if everything wrong could be remedied as easily as sweaty palms.

“…Not for want of trying, that is,” he finds himself continuing. “My mother took me quite often to her meeting house. Thought it would help, I suppose. ‘Still your mind,’ she’d say… never got the knack.” He’s quiet for a moment.

“The acoustics seem good.”

[failmilias]

Elijah had slipped out as soon as he was able, his mother's laughter just one small part of the cacophony, the sick, too-sweet scent of wine and the salt tang of caviar and whatever was sizzling and smoking in the kitchens instantly dissipating once he'd escaped into the cool night air and the sanctity of the back steps. He doesn't realize how tightly he'd been clutching the signet ring until he loosens his grip for a moment, shoulders slumping as he all but collapses on the steps, letting himself breathe as he feels a stinging in his palm.

He swears he'd gone unnoticed, but the back door opens only a few moments afterwards. Immediately, he straightens, shoulders square and posture perfect as he turns to look at @4o77th.

"Doctor Winchester," the eldest Holmes greets, voice a trained calm. "Can I help you with something, sir? I'd hate to keep you away from the party." // starter call!

[constablegoo]

( @4o77th asked: ' it always amazes me how a baby can take a normal adult and turn him into a babbling idiot. ' (potter)

odo has to smile. arms folded, brushing his chin thoughtfully with the knuckles of his fingers, it's a sentiment spoken aloud he might've once echoed. things have changed, since then. he watches as the youngling passes through the many soft voices that surround them and feels an ache, far into the depths of his being, that longs for something lost...

"it amazes me, too," he murmurs, still smiling faintly to himself.

[constablegoo]

[ @4o77th asked: you’d be surprised what a priest can get away with. (mulcahy)

odo blinks. "father?" he ought not to be surprised, but even through amusement it seeps into an edge of his voice.

gambling. at the big table. odo leans in and grumbles, "you know, i'd bet on the dah-teh-ee if i were you. it's the little green one, just there."