#apsychometry

[iincantatorum]

apsychometry asked:

*begins braiding Uly's hair*

@apsychometry​

“This feels really nice, Astra,” he admitted in a low tone, feeling as docile as the warlock could be as he allowed the goddess to work her magic. She could probably notice how entangled his locks were, from how little he cared for them. He let his hair grow now to his waist, and despite the exposure to the brine of the ocean did not dry it, as they remained silky and smooth to the touch. “When I was younger, my aunts used to braid my hair, Steno and Euryale. They and my mother, combined, were called the Gorgon sisters. Astra, what’s your family like?”

[incuburnt]

@apsychometry​ asked for a Chris

“Nope,” Chris offered, his smug as nonchalant as always as he found himself enjoying these exchanges more than he was willing to accept. “You can complain a whole life time and I will not stop sneaking up on you. But then again, I would hardly call that sneaking up... It’s not my fault you see with everything except your own two eyes. I was standing here for a full minute before I even said anything!”

[fatestruth-m]

ASTRA   HECUBA     sent    :    a   random   ask. ↳     “ (Shadowhunters) Julius was late. SO late. Astra had been fretting for hours, pacing like a madwoman, waiting for Jules to come back from his patrol, worry marring her features as she noted that dawn was almost upon them. Raw fear gripped her heart. He was strong, powerful, one of the best shadowhunters she'd ever met. More importantly, he was her best friend -- if anything happened to him, she --

The doors to the Institute opened and her breath hitched, noticing a familiar figure walk through. He looked a bit tousled, weary even, but it was him. All pieces in tact. Her legs moved before she could process her relief, vision blurry with unshed tears, and went right into his arms. She exhaled unevenly, only calmed by the sound of his steady heartbeat.

"Jules," she whispered, finally tasting his name on her tongue and speaking for the first time in years. His name felt like salvation. Her arms tightened only slightly, not enough to hurt him just in case he was bruised up. "Jules." She lifted her head from his chest to meet his gaze.

Her relief, mixed with the worrying she had done for HOURS, mixed in.... with a force she couldn't really control, caused her to lean up on her tippy toes, and press her lips softly against his.. ”     —     @apsychometry​​​.

   PATROL HAD GONE WRONG ;       in so many ways.         (   𝑓𝜇𝑐𝜅  𝜏𝘩𝜀𝑟𝜀  𝜔𝛼𝑠𝜋'𝜏  𝛼  𝜔𝜎𝑟𝜕  𝑓𝜎𝑟  𝘩𝜎𝜔  𝑚𝜇𝑐𝘩.   )         first   ;    it had been the wolves crossing into territory that wasn’t theirs.    which meant Jules had to fight them,    and try not to end up on the wrong side of their new alpha,   who happened to be his cousin.   and then something else had quite literally fucked up and it was safe to say.   Jules had one hell of a fucking patrol and lord he wanted it to be over.    he was craving the end of the bloody thing,    but oh no,   it dragged on and on and honestly,   he was even more in the mood to punch someone.    or maybe more than one someone.    either way he was in the worst mood imaginable.    and all he wanted was sleep.

    he reaches the institution      —     right as the first rays of sun pierce the air.    fuck he should have been home hours ago     [  .  .  .  ]       and that promise of his bed was looking sweeter by the second.   Even Melitta had returned at her allotted time  -  after doing her actual patrol for once  -  as no shadowhunter wanted to be captured outside past curfew.    whilst hunting at night was better,   there was a limit to just how much of the darkness they could use.    something that was proven as he catches the eye of the night guard,    the male raising those ridiculous green eyes in a judging manner that made Jules just want to hit him.   repeatedly.    because oh he could read what was truly happening in that gaze.    Judgement.    everyone wanting to judge the Contavius’ for breaking the rules.    well sorry to spoil your fun dipshit,    this wasnt exactly planned.

   the heat of inside,   slams against his face and has him bristling for a moment at the stark change in temperatures.    yet with a slow blink,   he soon notes the body that crashes into his.   his long arms wrapping around her lithe frame.    his head resting against hers as he lets out a deep sigh.    yet its when he hears his name,   delivered so timid and softly that has his head raising.   a dark brow slinking up his forehead in confusion.    thinking he’d quite literally imagined things.    but then she says it again,    and lord not even his previous agitation could hide the grin that dances across his face.    the width of his smile was almost inhuman as it curled up his face.   dark eyes shining with pride as they lock with her more softer features.    lord she was full of surprises.

  and they kept coming,     as he watches her lean up with curiosity.   and then her lips press against his,     a hand coming to tangle deep in the locks of her hair almost instantly,   as he lets her take charge of his lips,   his own only intensifying the heat.   pulling back as his lungs crave for oxygen,   he brings a hand up and runs it down the soft curve of her jaw.          “  hmm    ……   you’ve officially surprised me  !!.    ”      the tease dancing between them     [  .  .  .  ]      as his eyes reflect not only his pride but a tirade of other emotions.          “  sorry if i made you worry angel !!.   ”  

[traqicsouls]

ASTRA  HECUBA     gets     :     a  requested  starter. ↳     v;   layers  of  you                    @apsychometry​​​.

    𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘  ;       especially how it curled around his soul.      (   𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩  𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘩𝘦  𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 .   )           he was no stranger   ;    to the way it felt.   he had many regrets in his life,   had carried them on his broad shoulders like festering wounds.    yet this time the weight of it was heavier,   crushing his chest,   caving it inwards and making each breathe come harshly.     he felt like he was drowning,    and it was his own fault.    oh that much he knew now,   this clogging sensation of worthlessness,    of regret,   was a cocktail of his own making.

   his mothers words     —      rang loudly inside his skull.     she was normally the peaceful one      [  .  .  .  ]      the alpha who let them make their own mistakes.     it was the one thing Julius loved about her,    and yet he had just seen the side of her that was so rare.    the side that literally had the ground shaking as she highlighted all his issues.     eyes cast forward,   and he can still see the damage of his mothers powers,     the way the trees had become gnarly and rotten,   the ground split open into deep crevices.    where the grass had once been green,   it was now dead and dry.    the land tainted and unable to grow.      further proof his mother was one of the strongest earth witches alive,    her powers just as destructive as they were healing.    and this damage,   all fuelled by her anger towards him.

  body is heavy   ;   as he sits on his back porch.    his mind still churning        [  .  .  .  ]       as it had been since the lecture.    his mothers words dragging up all his mistakes and making him think.      his mind his friend and enemy,    as he runs over everything that had happened since the mate bond became a realisation.     the way in which he had allowed old insecurities to taint the purest thing in his life.    his fathers actions only solidifying some of his issues,    causing him to rebuild the walls Astra had broken down.    his default of protecting himself coming into play,    and un-intentionally pushing his girl away.   straining the bond.

  his memory plays in vivid,   playback.   each instance he had witnessed of Astra pulling away.   his own actions causing her light to dull,   for her to pull away and put her own walls in place.    he had seen it all,    and not once put the pieces together.   till now.   that the way he had been acting,   closing up,   had caused her to do the same.   gone was the easy trust they had built,   and now it was nothing but questions and judging.     something so toxic it made what he had with Karina,   seem totally normal.

      it wasn’t healthy.   he knew that now.     and some small part of him wondered if the damage could ever be undone.    or was it so ingrained in the two of them,    that this was how it would be.     he also knew that was his wolf,    enhancing his abandonment issues.   yet the beast in question was silent,    leaving him to deal with the damage.   damage it too had a handle in.    but he guessed it was how it was,    his beast barely comprehending human emotions,   thus it amplified them,   but left the damage in his hands.    left him with the twisted thoughts that been plaguing him now,    for over 47 hours.

    closing his eyes,    he pulls forward all his thoughts of Astra,    allowing the feel of her to fill his soul.    he knew that his sorrow and regret was also bleeding down this,    but he didn’t care.        “   we need to talk.    i have,    i have some things to say  ……   but its your choice.    ”         breaking the connection.   he leans his head back against the railing.    if he was honest,   he would be surprised if she came.   god knows he deserved the distance right now.

[wildborne]

random starter for @apsychometry ft. Rowan

a sigh, the barest of sound exhaled, spilled from between crimson painted lips as fingertips pressed the phone closer to the outer shell of an ear; unnecessary, given how loud the person on the other end happened to be, but a gesture that made the woman seem more human in a store full of other patrons ( who needed a coffee fix ) . little did they know that beneath umber colored contacts, lay the slitted eyes of a woman borne with a beast.

" ruby, " an exasperated sound as skylar began the slow trek through various bodies, " I don't need to know what he -- " distracted. the queen had allowed herself a moment of distraction, which led her right into a muscular shoulder. jostled the woman just enough to spill scalding liquid onto the cashmere sweater she'd purchased days prior, it of course white in color. " shit, " a pause as she flicked eyes upwards, too frustrated with herself to truly take in the males appearance, " I am so sorry about that...did I get anything on you? " unique in lilted words and the lack of volume found, the woman assessed the other for potential damage, and forgot completely about the leopard she'd been on the phone with.

[ischyros]

ASTRA   HECUBA     gets    :    a  semi  plotted  starter. ↳     “  single  father  /  schoolteacher.  ”        @apsychometry​​​.

    𝐈𝐅  𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓  ;       his stupid ideas in order of most idiotic to alright.      (   𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥  𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵  𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳  𝘩𝘢𝘥  𝘤𝘰𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥  𝘩𝘪𝘮  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰.   )           he would say   ;     that this was probably his most idiotic.     stealing random numbers from his sisters phone,   texting them all and then getting into flirty banter with one of the people who replied.    was quite literally the most idiotic thing he had ever done.   especially given his sister didn’t even know he had taken the number from her phone.     and oh that was issues for another day.   aka a day when he actually had an explanation for what was happening.   as right now,    he was clueless.

  shifting things in his hand      —     he looks over at jacob as he does his homework       [  .  .  .  ]      before shifting back to concentrate on his work.    his mind however was somewhere else,    not on the paperwork in front of him.    he wasn’t even sure what the hell it was.    no that was a lie,  he knew what it was.   his mind was focused highly on Astra,    his texting partner.    she was consuming his mind,   quite literally.     he wasn’t even aware of what she looked like,   but lord the chemistry between the two of them.    was outright crazy.    shifting again he picks up his phone,   smirking as he sees her latest texts.    teeth sinking his bottom lip as he smirks.

           sms      ––––––      you  know  you’re  pretty  much  the  only  one ,                                       who  can  say  my  full  name  and  get  my  attention.            sms      ––––––      and  you’ll  learn   darling,    i’m  very  talented                                           with  my  tongue.    in  many  different  ways.            sms      ––––––      maybe  you  wanna  find  out.    in  person  ?

  it was daring,     he knew that much       [  .  .  .  ]       as after all.    before now they were nothing more than just two people texting.    innocent fun shared over a text.   yet he had just done more than that,   offering something personal.    plus his way of thinking,   is making fucking her out of his system,   would finally clear his thoughts.   to quell the itch for her that lingered deep beneath his tattooed skin.   one taste was all he needed.   and finally he could move the fuck on.    hopefully.

[traqictales]

ASTRA  HECUBA     sent     :     symbol    starters. ↳     ✐                      @apsychometry​​.

    𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐘  ;       as he watches her cover her head.      (   𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵  𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 .   )         he understood   ;    as it had taken him a while to be ready to get out of bed.    his whole head feeling as though it was going to explode,   as he worked to remember the night before.    he could remember the film release with ease,   as well as meeting up with his brother in law Elias,   who had missed the premiere for some reason.    but after that,   the night went pretty blank.    and he knew it meant he had drank twice his body weight.   thank god it was the weekend.

    He grabs hold of the covers and pulls,   release her from the lovely cocoon she had built up and laughs softly the moment he hears her very thin veiled insult.     “    you say that like an insult but i’m taking it as a compliment.    ”      his grin is cocky as he drops down on the bed next to her.    a peace offering,   in the form of water and painkillers held in his hands,   as he runs a hand soothingly down her arms.   He probably should have warned her that any night spent with his elder sister ended with them all in a club either drunk,  or with permanent ear damage.    either way they suffer to hell the next morning.    it was the joys of who Mel was,   the party animal.

[trageadies]

    𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙰 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽 ,       in a direction even the mercenary could say he wasn’t prepared for.    since that one kiss,   he’d become drawn in an explosion of chemistry.       (   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙴 𝙸𝚃  )      the kiss was supposed to have been nothing more than a way to piss off her ex.    to stop him looking in their direction.   but what started as a simple kiss,   had been something else by the end.

   SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL ,     desirable and fierce.       𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 .      and it was also a combination he wanted to get lost within.   he wanted to drown in it till he wasn’t sure which way was up.   which was a dangerous blend.    he’d told himself he shouldn’t get intertwined,  shouldn’t get close to another.   and yet she’d gotten close.

    his command down the phone had been born of days of teasing and flirting .       𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙾 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚅𝙴𝙸𝙽𝚂 .      her chuckle back at least told him she didn’t think him too forward.  her honey tone doing nothing to quench that fire and if anything,  he was moving quicker through the camp.   not caring for the looks his men threw him,   he had the night off and already had plans.   well,   he did now.

    “    hmmm oh you’ll be punished.    ”        his voice a growl that almost drowns out the sound of the car starting.     (  …   his impatience a weight on his shoulders.  )         “    your orgasm is mine darling.   mine only.   ”     his mind conjures up a glorious plethora of images.  dragging deep across his veins.

[ continued from here ]   :  Oliver  &  Astra .   |    @apsychometry​    /   renegade