#clvsterfxck

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I DO NOT OH MY GOD I SWEAR

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clvsterfxck replied to your post:

I DO NOT HAVE AN ACCENT I WILL FIGHTYOU

yOU TOTALLY HAVE AN ACCENT T O T A L L Y

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ur accent is killing me stop

u hAVE THE ACCENT NOT ME

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                clvsterfxck

Her hands are restless. They yearn to move, and she is not yet sure whether that movement will seek out the form of a dance or a punch; all she knows is that standing here before Delphine is more than she can take. It burns with familiarity--the sight, the smell, the taste she can feel so near her tongue, and it takes all of her power not to collapse forward or run back. Standing still is the hardest thing she can do.

Cosima’s right hand lifts to flit aimlessly over her left forearm; though her sleeves cover the pale skin beneath, it is a tell she has not yet been able to shake. It is a wish she has not yet been able to quell. Everyone is born with the countdown one shade deeper than skin tone, constantly shifting and morphing and living until it clicks to zero. And then it dies in the hopes that the love that can then form will live on in its place.

Her skin burns with the unspoken words that hers has reached zero. Had reached zero a long while before. Had reached zero the second Delphine appeared before her--not truly substantive but undeniably there, and even if ‘there’ is within the depths of her imagination, Cosima cannot care.

She blinks back tears, and the gesture is as futile as it ever can be, and she does not make any move to stop the red tracks burning down her cheeks. She shakes her head; she moves incrementally, in pieces--one hand up, one foot forward. Where her body used to be filled to the brim with life and giddy abandon, there is now stiffness. Exhaustion. Pain.

But she cannot leave without saying something. She is too far, too deep. Too hopelessly aware of her forearm blazing zeroes into the fabric of her shirt, and she feels as if Delphine can see it too, as if the numbers are backlit and glowing for the world to see--faker, liar, they call. Don’t pretend as if we don’t exist.

                                “I saw you,” Cosima blurts. “You were, uh-- You were gone.                                 Frankfurt. I had this... This near death experience, and you                                 were there. I thought about just-- letting go. It would’ve been                                 easy.” She peels back her sleeve, forearm held out damningly.                                  “But I didn’t, and I woke up, and it had reached zero. Must’ve                                  reached zero then.”

                               “Delphine, I came back for you.”

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“Beth, just get in the fucking blanket fort.”

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Cosima heard the punch before she saw it: the man’s grunt, the way his boots shifted the gravel beneath them. The whistle of the air--he’d got good form. And her feet, resting lightly on the ground, all but slid out from under her; she ducked, twisting to try and gain an advantage, any advantage. She kicked out with one sneaker-clad foot and followed it quickly with a punch to the jaw, but neither landed hard enough to hurt.

The press had dubbed her Spidergirl months ago, citing both the enhanced senses and the webbing. Only, well-- The so-called webs, as she would like to point out, were actually Kevlar thread. But pointing out factual inaccuracies in their superhero broadcast was a good way to simultaneously render the concept of a secret identity utterly useless, so she sucked up her frustration and took to nighttime justice. 

The man occupied so much of her attention that Cosima didn’t notice the second thief behind her until it was much too late: her instincts to duck, move, escape only flashed as the bottom of his boot collided with her shin, and her unsteady stance failed her.

Her head hit the ground with a crack, and she groaned, eyes squeezed shut, inhaling a shaky gasp right as the thief’s foot made contact. She could feel air against her cheek, knew even through her dizziness that the rocks had ripped her mask, bloodied her face. Then the tip of the man’s boot stuck directly on the side of her face, and her ear rang with an alarm louder than she one she hadn’t had a chance to pull, and she blacked out.

It was impossible to say how long Cosima had been out: the time seemed to drift by slowly then quickly, near consciousness and entirely away from it. The first thing she felt was the softness of the ground beneath her. Or--not ground, she realized as she tried to move. Bed. Every part of her ached, and yet she rolled over, eyes blinking experimentally before she attempted to sit up. “Shit. Shit, ow.”

And then she realized she was not alone: a figure sat beside her, curving the bed slightly downward. Her vision, blurred and groggy, took a moment to place the face; and though she was much too weak to fight, to argue, she yearned to. Instead Cosima swallowed a sigh, lip bitten beneath worrying teeth. “Shay         “

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rainy day

{ clvsterfxck } The weather had gone from not-too-bad to terrible, the rain finally coming down when Danny’s last TA meeting ended. She was dreading the idea of tomorrow’s practices having to deal with the mud when she looked up and her day got infinitely better. Laura, also on her way out of the building. But without a jacket. Who could blame her with how fickle the weather had been lately?

The redhead jogged out of the building and up behind the small girl, her letterman jacket already held over the freshman’s head like a makeshift umbrella.

“Hey.”

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♜ —— DELPHINE.

She’s just about had enough of him today, throwing his orders left right and centre and proceeding to remove anybody who doesn’t follow those exact orders. Sometimes she wishes that she could just shut his mouth, seeing as he was finding such difficulty in doing it himself.

He’s just finished giving her another pointless task, something menial that isn’t actually in her job description when she crosses the room, boldly. Her hands reach for the scruff of his shirt, tugging him closer. Yet, there’s still something about him that’s attractive in the most infuriating way.

It’s a last minute decision, more of a lapse of judgement when she hurriedly presses her lips to his. At least she’s shutting him up.

                    TO SAY THAT RAY was surprised by the kiss would be an under --                     statement, he was F U R I O U S, and a bit confused about what was                     actually going on right now there in his office. everything seemed to                      be getting a bit HOTTER in his office and he felt as if he was going to                     pass out, maybe it was IMPACT of being kissed by the gorgeous french                     woman who worked for him. he broke the kiss, pulled back out of breath,                     rushing to fix the collar of his shirt.

                     ❛ --  WHAT THE HELL do you think you're doing, doctor cormier ?  ❜