#archeresque

[avianesque]

~~ ” Clinton.~ It's been quite a while, has it not? Or perhaps it truly has not... Ah, well, it's of no real concern. The point of the matter is that I've missed you, my bird.~ “

[empathxia]

Gina: re: sigyn and hatter tbh Gina: i mean sometimes he hissy fits his way to the front of the line Gina: but mostly she just hands him a capri sun and a plate of dinosaur chicken nuggets and is like "run along adults are talking." Gina: all his impotent sulks Kris: HAAA Kris: omg can you imagine tho Kris: or one of those weird apple sauce pouches kids have nowadays Gina: a gogurt

Nika: chesh tells her to give him a cosmic brownie Nika: with the colorful sprinkles Nika: and sigyn's like 'ohhhhh no you don't i don't trust YOUR version of a cosmic brownie' Gina: …pRETTY MUCH Gina: gives him fuckin little debbie snack packs n shit Gina: packs him a lunch in a thomas the tank engine lunchbox

I am 98.2% sure this kind of shit is the main reason my drafts never get done.

[empathxia]

And I Fell Heavy Into Your Arms || Sigyn & Clint

Her feet carried her to him without any need for conscious thought. Sigyn felt tired in ways she never had before, and she ached in so many places—deep places, places healing magic could never reach. In the face of that burn in the center of her chest, all she wanted was to be near him. That was all. If only he would have her.

Sigyn didn’t even think to knock when she reached Clint’s door, quietly letting herself in and following the sound of the television. She stopped in the doorway for a moment just to look at him, to watch his face, to feel his presence. Norns, she’d missed him so much, but there was an aching exhaustion to his energy she didn’t remember being this strong before.

                                      Did I do this?

Her heart clenched a little and she forced herself to look away, staring at the television screen for a long moment before finally speaking, her voice soft and a little bit strained. "You’re watching Meerkat Manor without me?"

[youbetyourstarspangledclose-blog]

☢

She might have had a little bit too much to drink. But, it was supposed to celebrate a mission gone right. (For once.) Whiskey was good, but rum was better and Carol plopped down on the couch next to Clint with a bright giggle. "Heeeey, birdie boy. Know what?" Her words slurred, but she was sober... enough... to know what she was doing. Maybe. Kind of? Did it matter? "I think you're kind of cute." With a grin, she leaned forward, cupping his chin with her hand and pressed her lips against his. Holding the kiss for probably a little longer than she needed to, Carol pulled away.

"Okay, maybe a bit more than kind of..."

[empathxia]

            “—-What are you doing?”

[youbetyourstarspangledclose-blog]

❤️ :l

/whines and paws @

i want the thing. gimme the thing. plssss.

[empathxia]

[ sms ][ sigyn ]: im home [ sms ][ sigyn ]: kind of [ sms ][ sigyn ]: in the general vici nity at least

[txt||Clinton]: What? Where exactly are you?[txt||Clinton]: Yes I can sense that much. [txt||Clinton]: But I would get to you much faster if you told me where you are.

[empathxia]

[sms][sig]: think you'll be busy in an hour or two?

[txt||Clinton]: I just finished writing out the entirety of your alphabet for the 26th time. Coincidentally, that is the same number as there are letters.[txt||Clinton]: Which is to say, no. I am not busy.