❛ hey uh… if i get hit by a bus, where’s the closest hospital? ❜
Jessica Jones Sentence Starter Prompts || Accepting
Staring at his phone in disbelief, because Peter did not actually just ask him that, Tony immediately muted his feed and connected to the compound.
"Did you get that, FRI? Can you track our resident Spiderling and check his vitals for me real quick before I have an unfortunate cardiac event?"
Switching back to the call, Tony unmuted his end. "If the next words out of your mouth aren't 'I'm doing a project for school on hospital triangulation in the metro area' I'm about to be dropping in on your current location, kid. Count of ten."
->-> CANDLELIGHT reflected off the ever present cane, the light little more than habit as he allowed his senses to expand out into the night. Sleep had never been something he relished in, preferring to use the hours to shed the guise of formality required by his station. For half a millennium he'd presided as Iudex, watching the comings and goings of generation after generation with an invisible guiding hand, yet scarcely could he remember one such as her.
He couldn't claim to have known her from more than the vague reports his siblings had seen fit to dissolve into water as she passed through their lands, calling upon the elements like only one other they'd known so long ago. Truly, he'd only taken an interest when Furina had burst into his office full of smiles and laughter and claiming she simply had to meet the traveller, the celestial who had begun to travel to their lands that he truly took interest.
How easy it'd been to encourage Furina to allow him to tamper with the Statue overlooking Romaritime Harbor, imbuing the celestial beacon with droplets of sourcewater, a blessing of the deep that he and the archon had agreed years ago to hide for the one they suspected to be the worthiest successor of the gifts once shared by Egeria. Oh, how delighted he'd been at the way she'd connected with the power that answered to the trio, feeling that tug on the font of power inside him, allowing the smallest part to siphon through the connection. the covenant between Sovereign and Beneficiary.
Truly, he couldn't overstate his joys at their meeting, the crossed eyes and flashes of recognition, the understanding in the look, thoughts conveyed through a glance alone at the reasons he kept his nature secret. Even still, he could hardly expect to feel that familiar touch upon his mind, the connection of sourcewater opening the gateways for ancient rite, the tying of consciousness together through the power of ever fluid waters. He'd been receptive of course, her affinity with sourcewater a welcome surprise, as much as how openly she shared her thoughts, her dreams and aspirations that merely proved that even Egeria wouldn't hesitate to offer her a boon for her journey.
Truly, he found her presence most welcome, making a note to distribute her description of a brother amongst the more covert of his phantoms, little doubt in his mind that it would be better to find him before the more daring elements of the world were allowed to interfere in his affairs. Still, he had seen fit to welcome her into the Palais, offering her usage of the rooms that lay at the highest floors to rest after the stories she'd told of the Tsaritsa's lapdogs failing to understand that even their immunity did not mean a lack of Judgement for their transgressions.
The dragon sighed, opening his eyes to the onslaught of rain that had appeared while lost in thought. He'd had no reason to release his emotions like such, so who? An outstretched hand, allowing the droplets to resonant with him, before reaching invisibly towards whoever felt such immense SADNESS to manipulate sourcewater. Flashes of golden locks and a body of stars blinding to watch, only one with description had such power, he merely hoped she forgave his transgressions afterwards.
THERE WAS no time for his guise of nobility, calling the cane to hand and willing the tide to raise him to where he needed to go. So focused was he, that the phantasmal laughter failed to reach his ears, an echo of bygone wishes that had once hoped he'd open his heart to another after her passing. His mind strikes out, a lash of water opening the door, so easily replaced in his opinion. Hues of glowing blue focus themselves on the weeping form that thrashed against the sheets with a halo of golden hair.
She'd told him once, of the nightmares that plagued her, of the ways in which to wake her, so she wouldn't harm him. Ways in which he had no time to utilise, slipping onto the bed and pulling her against a cloth covered chest, words barely above a whisper as he held the celestial whose true name he dared to invoke.
“ don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in. ” @bsaascaptain
rp starters // always accepting
Don’t take this the wrong way was often considered a bad way to start a sentence, mainly because Carlos feels like he’s instantly going to take whatever the BSAA captain says some sort of insult. He bites his tongue for a moment, dark eyes glancing up from the gun in his hands as he looks over the other for a moment. If there was anything he was quite good at, it was turning any sort of situation fairly lighthearted - hoping to show that he hadn’t taken any of his comments the wrong way.
❝ Alright Captain, why don’t I blend in? I’m not wearing my pink shirt today so I take it that you mean something else. ❞
“You could’ve been killed!” @nancy from Nightwing lol.
@glimpseddarkness || MEME || ACCEPTING
『 🔎 』 “Have you been FOLLOWING me???” Nancy asked, completely ignoring the berating she was getting from the other. “I’m just doing my JOB,” she then added firmly, scrambling to grab her phone from the ground, which was now shattered at the screen. I knew I should have put a case on it, she thought to herself before turning her attention back to the man in front of her.
