#brokethefifthlaw

[lostintimenoutoftouch]

Jamie pokes at Vadoma and then hugs her

It takes a moment for the smaller woman to adjust. She knows what hugs are - everyone knows what hugs are - however, that didn’t mean she was accustomed to giving or receiving them. After a moment, she awkwardly hugs the other woman back. 

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[nowmakeyourpeace]

Lost Wallet and Spilled Java

{ @brokethefifthlaw wanted a starter! }

Chicago was a busy, bustling sort of city. One with its own ebbs and flows. It’s own heartbeat that was, obviously, different from Purgatory’s. Which why she wasn’t that surprised when someone knocked her arm and caused her to drop the coffee she’d just gotten. She stared at the rapidly emptying cup. 

“Shit! What a week it’s been today.” Wynonna knelt down to pick up the cup when she realized a wallet was lying open a foot or so ahead. She glanced up and called out--oh the woman who had just run into her. Great--”Hey! Lady! You dropped your wallet!” 

[fridge-o-mancer]

[Text] Help, I’m alone in a crowd and trying to look cool by texting you. ~ brokethefifthlaw

[text] You’ve some to the right person

[text] I’m absolutely frigid

[text] Where are you at?

[healingtraveler]

❝ Well they picked the wrong witch, and the wrong woman. ❞ ~ brokethefifthlaw

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Cervill raised a brow.  “I don’t think they picked anyone.  It just happened.”

[idontdohats-archive]

“ you’re not actually considering this. ” ~ brokethefifthlaw

“Lady--” Harry began, but he had to stop talking for a moment due to another deafening clatter and foghorn roar. He had crouched down between the middle-aisle meat coolers and the deli displays, taking what insignificant shelter he could as his mind raced through his available options. He’d already withdrawn his blasting rod from his duster, but fire in this enclosed space, with all these already panicking people around? It seemed like a Very Bad Idea. And why the hell was this fugly asshole rampaging in here anyway? Like any denizen of Faerie, these beings, no matter how nasty and violent, had Rules. Capital R. They could wreak bloody havoc within the structure of those Rules, sure, but this seemed damned chaotic. Not to mention public.

When the decibel levels had descended back to merely migraine-inducing, he continued, flicking a sideways glance at the nearby woman without really focusing on her. “There is a literal troll trashing the grocery store, in case you haven’t noticed. If I don’t do something right now, a lot of people are going to get very, very dead.” 

[cursedcreation]

“ The truth is rarely pure and never simple. ” ~ brokethefifthlaw

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“Hmph.  You wouldn’t believe the lengths people will go to to avoid confronting the truth.”

[lostintimenoutoftouch]

“Some may call it a curse, life like mine… but, others, a blessing.” ~ brokethefifthlaw and her two undead deers.

Vadoma looked at Jaime, one black eyebrow arching high above a pale blue eye. “Am not understanding why life would be bad?” she finally stated, though it sounded more like a question. “Are living. Have place to live. Have....” she glanced at the two deer with no small amount of skepticism, “... friends,” she finished, sounding not at all certain that her descriptor was the proper word. The deer did, after all, appear to be less alive than they were dead. 

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[lostintimenoutoftouch]

“I’m here to rescue people and generally establish happiness all over the place.“ (Sarcasm mode) ~ brokethefifthlaw

Pale blue eyes regarded the girl who spoke impassively, the expression on Vadom’a face unreadable. Her English may not have been the strongest, but sarcasm wasn’t something that was ever lose on her. 

So many things she could have said in reply, many of which would have been just as sarcastic, however, she opted for the falsely cheerful response. A bright smile lit her features, none of the warmth reaching her eyes as she nodded once. “Well, in this case, can start there,” gesturing to lonely broom propped up in a corner of the room. “Is no telling what is good for.”