#by-reign

[klarsynt]

@by-reign sydney sent: [ CARRY ]: sender, having been carried by the receiver for other reasons, winds up sitting in their lap once they sit down.

it's only a sprain. for people like them it might as well be a little cut with a bandaid on it. even still, that doesn't stop him from trying to take care of her. with her ankle freshly wrapped he would rather not have his handiwork wasted, so he simply lifts sydney into his arms. he carries her with ease out of the bathroom. he leaves behind medical supplies and the pungent smell of antiseptics. the safe house could be in better shape. he has also seen far worse ones. it's clean. the kitchen is stocked well enough. and the couch he carries her towards doesn't have a single hole in it.

instead of depositing her onto the cushions, emil simply lowers onto the sofa with her. ❝ hold on— ❞ he mumbles. he withdraws an arm from underneath her and reaches for one of her knees. a small frown appears and furrowed brows creases his forehead as he hovers his fingers just above a deep bruise. he is gentle when he does touch the flesh around it, feeling for warmth and inflammation. ❝ maybe there's some ice in the fridge... ❞

[rheeroots-a]

enid's wandering through what's left of the georgia aquarium gift shop. a place once so lively and full of wonder now reduced to a desolate void. as she scans the empty candy displays, she's beginning to lose hope she'll find a thing when she sees it - a dolphin shaped pez dispenser and a whale shark plushie. nimble fingers pick up the pez dispenser first, turning it over and over to inspect the plastic for any remnants of the chalky candy it should hold. out of all the things left in the world, of course some pez candies are still standing. she grins, wiggling the stuffed whale shark free from beneath the rack of ransacked candy and tucking it under her arm. dusting off the plushie, enid saunters over to where flick is standing, a gentle flick to the blonde's upper arm acting as an affectionate greeting. " i couldn't find any pins to add to my backpack, but i did find these. " enid shows off her treasures, one in each hand. " i think all those i spy books i used to spend hours looking at are finally paying off. "

starter for @by-reign : felicity reyes.

[slashaer]

teddy could feel the familiar itch under his skin. everything was quiet tonight. too quiet. and there was no one around for him to be anxious to, no one to listen to his worried ramblings and ( very important ) theories. the whole ghostface thing was way bigger than anyone dared admit. and if you asked teddy, he didn't believe that the original killers were dead, let alone all the others who came after them. when he spotted tara cutting across the campus courtyard, teddy was relieved, feverishly walking toward her. she had to act all cool, but teddy knew better. tara was one of the few who didn’t ( completely ) roll her eyes when he brought up his endless theories about the killers, the patterns, the evidence no one else wanted to see.

'tara, thank god —' he called out, jogging over with that relentless grin plastered on his face. 'i haven't gotten to talk to anyone all day, i feel like my head's gonna explode,' tara seemed to give him a look that said here we go again, but teddy didn’t care. he was just getting started. 'no, seriously. you always listen, and i appreciate that about you, okay? but check this out — i found a bunch of stuff the cops could've missed. with the ghostface killings, y'know? and i’ve been mapping it all out. you want to help me figure it out? because this time, i think we’re close. really close,' he waited, tapping his fingers nervously on his leg, already lost in the next thread of his theory. maybe annoying. maybe a little obsessed. but teddy was convinced they were the only ones who could stop the nightmare before it got worse. @by-reign.

[slashaer]

the bar was dim, quiet, and smelled of cigarettes and regret, just the way daniel liked it. a safe place to disappear for a few hours without anyone asking why he was nursing the same glass of bourbon for half the night. somewhere between a dive and a memory, it had a jukebox that didn’t work and a bartender who didn’t talk unless you tipped too well. he was halfway through his second drink when he noticed her. she had that kind of presence, like a lit fuse in a crowded room. pretty, sure, but there was something off-kilter in her smile, something watchful in the way her eyes scanned the place like she was casing it. like she was waiting for a reason to bolt — or a reason to strike.

she slid onto the barstool next to him like she’d done it a thousand times, like she belonged there. that confidence, that electric edge to her, daniel didn’t know her name yet, but he knew the type. he didn’t look at her right away, just sipped his drink, then said without turning his head, 'you don’t strike me as the quiet, drink alone kind of girl,' daniel finally glanced over, studying her. young. sharp. that same storm he’d seen in a mirror once, before he decided to slowly drink himself to death. 'you’re not local,' he added. 'too composed. no small-town rot on you yet. let me guess — running from something, or running toward it?' he gave her a crooked smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 'either way, you don’t end up in a place like this by accident,' @by-reign / jill roberts.

[klarsynt]

we want a kiss ( dealer’s choice )

free kisses | @by-reign ft. martha jones

❝ i promise it doesn't hurt— ❞ his fingers curl around martha's wrist, staying from pushing back the collar of his shirt to inspect what she must thinks is a fresh wound. he's not sure what she saw. if there's a bit of someone else's blood on his neck just close enough to make the marred skin look fresh. it's not. it's old. very old. for once he isn't lying about his pain level. sometimes the scarring along his throat still pulses with phantom remnants. there is nothing any doctor could do about that, however. his head tilts and emil moves his other hand to her face, hooking a finger beneath her chin. when she finally looks away from his neck and turns those eyes of hers up towards his, he sort of forgets what he was going to say. his thumb shifts, brushing along her chin, just barely touching her lower lip. emil leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead. he lingers there against her skin. a soft breath escapes him and he moves lower, almost touches his mouth to hers. instead he murmurs ❝ thank you. for worrying. ❞

[klarsynt]

@by-reign martha sent: [ HEAL ]: sender ends up in the receiver's lap trying to tend to their wounds to the best of their abilities. ↳ sitting in someone's lap prompts

             it's a bit of an awkward angle. there are probably easier ways to get to the gash on his skull. it's just behind his ear and bleeding something fierce ( as all head wounds do ). his gaze is tired, but lingers on martha, watching her as she focuses on the injury with utmost concentration. when she moves closer and simply settles into his lap, he doesn't protest. sure, if she stood behind him it would do just as well. but he likes this better. she is warm. the weight of her is light enough and the scent which wafts around him is pleasant. he breathes deep, not even pretending to hide it.

emil makes a face at the sharp, stinging sensation which tells him she is disinfecting the wound. ever so slowly he moves a hand until it rests on her thigh, just above the knee. ❝ so, am i gonna grow an alien head or somethin? ❞

[klarsynt]

@ahrated kendra sent: in a hotel room,  up against the window overlooking a busy city. ↳smut meme i guESS

ice gathers upon the cold surface of the glass, just inches from where his palm is pressed flat. he can feel it just on the other side—the bite of frigid temperatures trying to get past the window, howling winds beating down upon the building. despite the dark clouds and gloomy environment, the streets are still humming with life. too much life. enough life for someone to notice the heat gathering on their side of the glass. his other palm is full of warmth, fingers curled firmly and indenting the smooth skin of kendra's hip. he holds her steady, keeps her from bumping too much into that damn glass as his own hips snap hard and fast into her.

he's got her bent over, ass pressing up into him just perfectly to meet each thrust. her hands are pressed up against the window as well, one of them a hairsbreadth from his. for a moment, he contemplates moving his thumb just so until touches her skin. instead he bends forward and sinks his teeth into her shoulder. he keeps his mouth there and groans as he plunges his cock deeper against her walls. umber eyes flicker up again, watch the way her hand shifts from the force of his thrust. feels the way her pinky finger just barely presses against his thumb. still, he doesn't take her hand. he pretends not to notice that invisible line between...what this is, and whatever that would be.

emil retracts his palm from the glass and instead grips both sides of her hips now as he presses up into her again. he drives her forward until she is flush against the cool surface of the window. he doesn't care if anyone sees her breasts pushed against the glass, or the way both of their breaths fogs it up. maybe he hopes someone does. maybe he can't think at all as he fucks her against that window, slow and deep and unrelenting. he doesn't want to think of anything. he takes hold of her hair, pulls it back hard and tilts his head, voice low in her ear. ❝ god, you're so fucking pretty like this...look at you on display for the whole goddamn city... ❞