#amcrist

[unexceptional-broken]

( @amcrist​ ) « con’t

               HER PHONE DIDN’T actually ring very often. More often than not, people just dropped in, whether they needed something or whether they just wanted to say hi, and she liked it that way. When the New York number not programmed into her phone had rung, she’d been surprised to hear his voice on the other side. — Honestly, she’d thought that the last time she’d stitched him up and he’d flown off was the last time she was going to see him, considering he’d been thin in the air for... how long, now? Had it been months? 

Still, she got on the subway and went to the precinct in The Bronx, walking in just as he looked like he was going to impatiently break his way out of the police station himself. 

“I’m not gettin’ them to do anything,” Becky replied in greeting, hands on her hips as she spoke over the divider. “Also, hi to you, too.” Turning to the officer who had been filling out paperwork, she shrugged. “Is he under arrest or no?” 

Being answered in the negative, Becky looked pointedly at the cuffs still on, rolling her eyes when the officer asked are you his girlfriend or something? “I’m his nurse,” she said wryly, glancing at Eros with a weary look. 

“You gonna tell me what you were doing that made me come all the way to The Bronx from Brooklyn?” 

[cupidquinn-moved]

@amcrist​ said: ❝ in a way aren’t we all responsible for my actions ❞

     “Hey, that reminds me, ain’t ya the god of love or some shit? Ain’t it yer job tah make sure it’s not a total clusterfuck? I dunno if ya noticed, but the whole fallin’ in love thing? Not ideal. Honey, I got notes. So what gives?”

[sinnhelmingr]

do you feel similar to your muse in any way? // @amcrist​

Mmmm a little. She and I both have health issues that prevent us from really going out there and making the waves we want to, but that was largely unintentional. Just as I started to develop issues with a leg I broke years ago that sometimes cause me ambulatory issues, same as Hel has issues with her rotted leg. That one came after I began writing her, though. I think the shared health/maneuverability issues is part of what gets me to write so in-depth on those facets of Hel’s character as time goes on.

From the way other people describe me, though, I think we both have that family first mentality. I’m a Mama’s Girl as much as Hel is a Daddy’s Girl, and I’m the first one to go out of my way for extended family so long as I have the time to do so. S/o to many a week out of town taking care of ill relatives or babies whose parents both work. 

Besides the health and family thing, I don’t think we have any similarities. Hel has her act together way more than I do.

[valiantsword]

FROM: @amcrist​ RE:  the old ones make eros' bones hum. it's as if his limbs become dowsing rods and the vibrations pour over him heavier than an ocean's roar. it's rather exciting to drown in the thick of their existence, makes him giddy enough to steal a kiss when he is introduced. the European way? maybe, only his lingers just a little longer than it should. his eyes, pink as peonies, slip into something more comfortable: bright baby blue. "oh, charmed i'm sure." STATUS: random asks, always accepting!

          truth be told, he’d rarely been randomly kissed.  mostly, it happened during the twenties and thirties when excitement over the passing of the war led to a different energy in the social circles.  dance halls popped up the world over.  arthur, ever a fan of the art, would visit them in order to join in the festivities.  sometimes he simply stood to the side with a drink in his hand.  just being near the music was enough to lift his spirits.

         but that was, what, over a century ago?  now arthur’s all turned around.  what had they been talking about?  how did they even end up here?  “ uhhh, “ fingers slowly, as if in a trance, lift to wipe at his lower lip.  though he tends to be quiet, arthur would also not describe himself as speechless.  yet, there he stood with a racing heart and heat rising in his cheeks.

        “ right.  very, “ the former king clears his throat before looking around to reacquaint himself with his surroundings.  “ charmed.  and arthur.  charmed and my name is arthur.  i mean. “  a raspberry finds it’s way into the air.  hands rest on the warrior’s hips and he starts assessing how best to pull himself together.  “ i got a little distracted there.  who-what is your name, again? “

[wtchblde]

@amcrist​ said:  “Look at me! And my exquisite face!”

“eh. it’s alright.” eve shrugs. “i’ve seen more exquisite.” 

[stolenbythegods]

“Why?”

@amcrist

[biigbcssa2]

@amcrist

i would, that’s for damned sure.

please don’t precum on my angel’s food

[cupidquinn-moved]

@amcrist​ said: “Nobody fucks me like me.”

     Harley loved New York, if only for the food trucks. Food trucks were rare in Gotham, probably mostly due to people like her, even though she’d never robbed one for the cash. Sometimes her stomach was just bigger than the contents of her wallet! She hummed contently, barely listening as she skated by his side, munching on sweet fries with a spicy aioli. If she were to be honest, Harley had barely been listening until he’d said -- Well, that. She blinked, gave him a sidelong look.

     “Y’know I gotta ask if ya mean that literally, right?”