#estsolcity

[ofvelvetnvenom]

"I wanted to offer my services." Piper stands at the door of the children's home, her face cast in a warm glow by the warm light shining through the entrance. "I work in security. My mutation makes me especially useful at defusing threats. And preventing messes." She gives a soft smile, remembering just how messy it had been when she'd had a child of her own. There is a pang of sadness too that shines briefly in her eyes before she swallows it down. "I'd consider it an honor to be able to help protect these children. To be here they have already known so much pain in life. It would be nice to be able to ensure their safety."

@estsolcity (Zoe)

[drmothra]

Closed for @estsolcity - Mirai

Izzy wasn't sure how he wound up at Mirai's place. He assumed he would stay an hour then leave. But seeing how tired Mirai was, he decided to stay longer. Pretty soon he found himself doing the chores, taking care of the kids, and the like. Izzy felt a sense of accomplishment and regret. But that was the consequences of his actions.

Izzy walked closer to he sleeping figure, a plate of food in his hands. He gently crouched down.

"Miri-Miri." Izzy whispered. "I go your favorite."

[oftheunbroken]

- closed starter for @estsolcity for mirai

The bed was bigger than she had expected. Huge compared to the simple full mattress in her own home. Items related to having two toddlers were scattered about the room, giving it a sense of warmth and familiarity. Tyche gave a soft smirk, "My what a big bed you have," before crossing the room to stand behind the woman she had picked up from the bar. Desire hung heady in the air as fingertips ghosted the nape of the woman's neck, pushing the curtain of dark hair aside so that her lips could tease at the skin. "All the better to eat you in, my dear."

[ofliarsandlovers]

@estsolcity || bryan & celeste - corporate events

Bryan hovered near the refreshment table, nursing a glass of something sparkling and non-alcoholic, trying his best to look like he belonged at this kind of event. He’d lost track of how many times he’d nodded politely at some publishing executive who barely glanced at him before moving on to someone more important. It wasn’t that he hated these events—he just wasn’t good at them. Celeste’s performance had been a welcome break from all of that. He wasn’t exactly sure what he’d expected, but she had presence—the kind that made it impossible to look away. He admired that, in a way. It wasn’t something he could ever imagine himself pulling off. He hesitated before approaching her. Compliments weren’t really his thing, but it felt wrong to just leave without saying anything. When he finally did step closer, he hovered for a second, debating whether to speak at all. “…That was, um.” He cleared his throat. “Really impressive.” A beat. “Your performance, I mean.” He glanced to the side, briefly second-guessing himself, then pushed forward. “I don’t know much about, uh, burlesque. But you—what you do—it’s… captivating. In a very technical, artistic way.” He grimaced slightly at his own wording, lifting his glass in a half-shrug, half-gesture. "I just wanted to say that." Then, after a pause, quieter—“I hope no one’s been bothering you too much. These things attract a lot of weird.”

[ofliarsandlovers]

@estsolcity || cordelia & mirai - a continuation

` The café is an odd place for a meeting, but Cordelia understands the value of blending in. She steps inside, the warm scent of coffee and spice a stark contrast to the damp, metallic air of the underground she so often inhabits. Her sharp gaze sweeps the room, searching—not for a contact, not for an informant, but for an opportunity. And there she is.

Mirai.

Cordelia doesn’t hesitate. She moves toward the table with quiet purpose, slipping into the seat across from the other woman as though she’d been invited. She folds her hands atop the table, her fingers long and skeletal, an affectation of her own twisted biology. A slow, knowing smile pulls at her lips. “You and Santiago have your own plans, don’t you?” Her tone is pleasant, conversational even, but there’s an unmistakable weight behind the words. Not accusatory—curious. “I can respect that. He’s a difficult man to ignore.” She studies Mirai in the dim light, her glistening dark eyes unreadable. Cordelia is not naïve enough to think Mirai shares Santiago’s ambitions fully—her loyalties are her own. But that’s precisely why she’s here. There’s power in aligning oneself with the right people, and Cordelia has never been one to let an opportunity slip away. “Tell me, Mirai,” she continues, voice smooth as silk. “How do you imagine this all plays out? Because if there’s a place for you in it… perhaps there’s a place for me as well.” She leans back slightly, giving Mirai the space to respond, to test the waters of whatever game is being played here. After all, influence is a currency, and Cordelia is willing to spend.