#au tbd

[petrokhelidon]

“ Lovek! “  Ameliance’s features break into a surprised but delighted smile, brown hues lighting up in joy.  “ Darling.  Had I known you’d be home so soon I would have prepared an luncheon for the occasion. “  She holds out her arms, something expectant in the curve of her smile now, though gentle nevertheless. A simple request for a hug, should he wish to. “ Why did you not tell me? “  / @adenial​

[madeunbreakable]

✘ (from Qrow)

touch collagen idiot | accepting

James hadn't stirred at the first brush of those cold fingers over the fresh scarring around his neurotransmitter. They're electrical burns, clearly, and they've been killing him to no end. Almost as much as being trapped here with Qrow of all people.

On the last pass, though, one of his hand snaps up, catching Qrow tightly around the wrist.

"Don't," he hisses, voice thick and hoarse with sleep before he lets go of Qrow's hand.

[dontstepinmypuddle]

[ DANCE ] :  for  your  muse  to  invite  mine  to  dance (from Anamaria. bc we never decided how they met)

-When Chi doesn't have any prospects, he has a simple guiding principal that tends to work out: Bar crawl. Why? Because sometimes stereotypes are true and that underworld deals do tend to get done in public but controlled spaces. You might pick up a tip, you might manage an introduction to a client or hell you might even get an audience with a fixer of some sort or another.

Sadly, none of that has worked out so far in the last few days so Chi is more on the "carousing" spectrum of the bar crawl. Hence, he's a bit "loose", and, hence, why he just propositioned the lady for a dance.-

[ohhophelie]

mistletoe - @aviv-kasyanenko VERY AU 

The blonde did not sleep whenever she stayed the night out. Perhaps it was self preservation, paranoia. It was cleaner to think it was insomnia, not something she could control or the result of her various life choices. But she did not waste energy on regret, it only caused weakness.

The man’s chest rose and fell with an unearned ease, the peaceful rest that only belonged to the innocent. She studied him, grey eyes tracing the lines of muscles in his chest, criss crossed by the faint marks left by her nails. The sex had been good, excellent even - she was mature enough to admit this. Normally she couldn’t get off unless she was in control, unless she was on top. He’d surprised her, she hadn’t even had to fake it, and this enraged her more than the countless atrocities he’d committed against those she was supposed to care for.

She’d stopped caring long ago. It was almost a game to her now. Or that was how she justified the lack of emotions. When a child was not fed love with a silver spoon, one learned to lick it off of knives. Which, incidentally, was how she preferred to kill. There was something so intimate about a knife, the slight catch before the blade sank into flesh, one had to be close to kill this way and watch the life drain from their eyes. There was something so clinical, almost cowardly, in the distanced kill of a sniper, a gun. Maybe she just liked to watch, or maybe she wanted them to know it was her.

How easy would it be to pull out the dagger hidden within her coat, tossed negligently over a chair and plunge it into his neck? Or climb back on top of him and drag the blade across his throat? She fought the urge to touch him, to trace the lines she left earlier, to dig her nails in until he woke up.

Instead she reached over and grabbed the glass of wine left on the bedside table. Some cheap California red she’d pretended to like because she didn’t feel like drinking some tragic Russian vodka. The assassin took a sip, and then another. He would die, eventually. Perhaps tonight, but then again her presence was all over this bed, this flat. It would be better to wait until it would not cause a fuss. She took another sip and she felt him stir beside her.

“What are you thinking about?” He spoke in that half asleep grumble and tugged at her long hair, attempting to pull her back into his arms. She laughed harshly, hating how attracted to him she was at that moment, and putting the glass back on the bedside table. The blonde let him roll on top of her, kissing at her neck and sliding his hands up her body.

“Nothing, just a dream,” she whispered, gasping at the slight nip of his teeth on her collarbone.

“Dream about what?” his hands slid up further to pin her wrists above her head, mouth working its way up her neck.

“About what I would do if I had to kill you.”

He laughed, almost cruel in the way he dismissed her as a threat. He kissed her hard, and she opened her legs to him for one last time.

Aviv Kasyanenko would not wake up once he slept again, tangled up in the weak seeming blonde he’d been sleeping with for the past few weeks. The knife driven into his neck would have no prints left on it, nor could any of his friends identify the girl he’d been seeing.

Ophélie Redgrave would board a flight to Madrid the next morning and then a train to Cadiz, spending a few weeks in the Spanish sun while things quieted down. Once it had settled, she’d take the train to Paris, not stopping until she’d laid the bloodied chain of French Commandant signet rings on the boss’s desk.

[sheridanruby]

@ciienfuegos​

         She knew it was a big risk, going to Kalokairi with no warning to her daughter. But if Donna knew she was on her way, she had feeling she’d be met at the dock and sent back. It had been long enough time spent apart and long enough that she realized her daughter wasn’t going to bend, wasn’t going to be the first one to reach out. Packed very light for her, just in case this didn’t go well, and after a long flight and rocky ferry ride, Ruby finally set foot on the island that Donna and her grandchild called home. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, not helped by the long trek up the stairs to the hotel. The place was simple and quaint but with a very inviting air to it. She paused, hearing her daughter’s voice speaking to someone. The sound of her voice hit her like a ton of bricks. She needed to do this, needed to try and make amends. She stepped forward about to speak up, to call her daughter’s name when she noticed the man that Donna was speaking to. It couldn't be, could it? It had been decades and maybe her memory was just getting fuzzy. Because how could the love of her life end up at her, their, daughter’s hotel when he didn’t know about her? The sound of his voice, replying back to something Donna had said, the words not even registering in her mind, that she couldn't dream up. If it wasn’t him, then she had gone insane. There were tears threatening to fall as emotion overcame her and her voice was weak as she spoke,  “ Fernando? Is that really you? ”

[secondhandmckie]

The Company You Keep

@therussianandthefinn | (starter)

It didn’t take much for the people of Molly’s sleepy little town to get overly excited, so the fact that two outsiders had taken up residence (however often they went away on business) on its outskirts was likely to be the talk of every household for the next decade or so. After all, nobody left...and nobody came. 

The fact that Molly had also made friends with the couple (well, she assumed they were a couple) with little effort didn’t help in the way of glances and whispers behind her back. Not that it really bothered her; she’d been a sort of black sheep among them for long enough that she’d be disappointed if the title were to be taken away. She did things differently than the others...and that was just find by her.

To that point, Molly was redressing a medical school skeleton in her shop’s window (this time, in a very flattering red dress and hat), when the bell over her door sounded. 

“Hey, stranger!” She greeted with a grin as they stepped through the door. Speak of the devil, she thought. “I was wondering when you’d be back in town.”

[biokinetix]

“You don’t owe people anything else.”

Josh broke his gaze from where he was staring at the open closet. Inside hung two crisp uniforms, neither of which had been touched in months. He was sure that only one of them still fit. 

“I think.... the very nature of my mutation says otherwise.” He starts slowly, unable to make eye contact with Ash. “I’m a healer- I’d be a monster if I didn’t try.”