#deathvoided

[gooseberried]

@deathvoided​.

                EYES GLOWING WITH WHITE HOT ANGER     she paces the cobblestoned floor of her chambers in vizima.   hands wringing,   anger boiling.   the first move had clearly been made.   by who,   she wasn’t sure.   surely emhyr’s doing,   though he was not directly connected to ilphas’ death.   ilphas did not die by emhyr’s hand,   but by an indistinguishable figure.   precise,   clean,   and unseen.    tracing this figure had not been easy,   nor quick.   a definite and unforeseen annoyance.

                pacing continues as she curses to herself quietly.   unsure what she would be getting herself into,    though she had thought through her intentions and possible outcomes as thoroughly as possible.   her move had to be made now.    stepping back,   she gathers herself.   drawing a breath and adjusting her blouse out of habit.   hands raise,   conjuring a portal with a swift, cracking thunderclap.

               stepping out into into a dimly lit room,   the portal closes behind her,   rustling raven curls.   violet eyes observe the new surroundings.   she admittedly expected something less    welcoming.   someone was obviously still utilizing the space.   she pauses,   listening for any sounds of movement or activity.   a faint sound catching her attention.   the sound of water rippling and falling gently,   drifting from a closed door across the room.   footsteps begin,   swift yet inaudible,   before pushing the door open at once.   not bothering to observe the figure sitting undisturbed in the bathtub.     ❛    get out.     ❜

[0030060]

@deathvoided​ with six.

     “Whoa, you’re not gonna kill me with that thing are you?”  He couldn’t recall having done anything recently that would warrant her to want to get rid of him, but Two was hard to read. Who knew what went through that mind? Six inched sideways, out of the line of fire of the gun that he had just walked right in front of when he entered the room. A small smile was still on his face in spite of the situation. He knew, or perhaps had too high hopes that he would never be offed by one of his teammates.  “Would you ever teach me how to shoot a gun?”

[0030060]

“absolutely not. you’ll pop your stitches.”

hurt sentence starters   |   three 

          “Oh come on, Two! It’s just some dancing. Can’t hurt nobody.”  It was unfair that he was being treated like a wounded dog. He could handle much worse in his opinion. All he wanted was to have some fun with Two now that the ghosts weren’t there to see and make comments. Sure, his dangerous driving and fall onto the boat had messed him up more than he had let on at the time, but he wasn’t convinced that a little dancing was going to ruin the stitches that Five had done.  “Just take my hand, nothing’s going to happen. Please?”  A cute smile and bashing of his eyelashes might convince her not to worry about his stitches.

[skythieve]

@deathvoided​  said:  ‘ turn off the flash, you fucking moron. ’ rip vine .

            “  i  was  lookin’  for  my  candy.   ain’t  even  pressed  play  yet ,  it’s  still  on  the  menu  screen.              i  can’t  do  movie  nights  in  these  conditions ,  one.  ”

[skythieve]

@deathvoided​  said:  ‘ we all die, you either kill yourself or get killed. ’ rip vine .

          “  crackin’  pep  talk ,  two.  really  pulls  the  heartstrings.        you  know  i  willingly  throw  m’self  off  buildings ,  right ?  ”

[skythieve]

@deathvoided​ said:  4 / 8 / 15 / 16 / 23 / 42 unusual  headcanons .     accepting .

4.  do  they  wear  their  hair  down  when  they  sleep ,  or  tied  up / braided ?

          four  lets  his  hair  do  whatever  the  fuck  it  does ,  goes  to  bed  with  it  wet  or  dry ,  it  doesn’t  matter.  he’ll  put  product  in  it  when  he  wakes  up  so  it  doesn’t  matter.   if  anybody  wants  to  braid  his  hair ,  he’d  let  you.   why  not ?

8.  what  do  they  sleep  in ?  pj’s ,  normal  clothes ,  nothing ?

          considering  four  will  walk  around  in  absolutely  nothing ,  he  definitely  doesn’t  sleep  in  anything.   if  he  does ,  for  the  sake  of  decorum ,  he’ll  wear  boxers  or  boxer  briefs.

15.  do  they  know  how  to  drive ?   do  they  like  to  drive ?

,.        he  never  had  a  need  to  drive ,  always  getting  around  the  city  via  rooftops  or  just  walking.   he’d  like  to  learn  how  to  drive ,  but  he  doesn’t  need  it  so  it’s  not  a  priority.

16.  do  they  prefer  taxis / buses / subways ,  etc ?  or  none  of  the  above ?

          he  prefers  using  his  feet ,  really.   if  he  has  to  go  a  long  distance ,  he’ll  take  a  bus  or  train.   generally ,  he  tries  to  stay  away  from  anything  that  could  capture  his  face.

23.  how  do  they  show  fear ?   sweating ,  shaking ,  blankness ,  anger ,  etc ?

          he  doesn’t.   it  takes  a  lot  for  four  to  be  scared  of  something ;  he  generally  lacks  fear.

42.  are  they  happy  in  their  current  living  situation ?   why  or  why  not ?

          all  things  aside ,  it’s  mostly  better ,  more  proper  than  anything  he’s  had  before.   as  for  the  people  and  the  fact  that  he’s  legally  and  technically  dead ,  he  loves  that.   absolute  freedom ,  what  he’s  been  chasing  his  whole  life.

[0030060]

“make a fist for me.”

hurt sentence starters   |   six

     Questioning Two’s actions seemed like a bad decision, but he wasn’t sure where this was going. A confused expression watched for a moment before he did as she told him to. Fingers curling slowly into a fully closed fist.  "Is this how you get that Bond energy by the way? Feel the power, and all that.“  He clenched his fist and raised it slightly to mimic what a comic book character might do to summon some kind of supernatural power.  "Oh did you ever see Power Rangers? They stand with their hands like this to get that badass energy.”  Six quickly moved his hands to stand in the iconic Power Ranger stance, but upon taking a look at Two’s reaction he felt like she might be losing her cool with him.  "Alright sorry. Okay…“  He made his hand into a fist again and had it held out in front of him.