#fearcomeslater

[warwaited]

@fearcomeslater

He's bigger than most people she tangles with, but Xue has taken down people his size with a lot less... effort. As the mountain pushes himself upright, she lifts a foot and scuffs her shoe against the wet pavement - more violet sparks flying where it impacts.

"Prepared to die? Well- no. But this is good! Usually people don't want to go again." The same foot drags around in a half-circle as she drops into the same ready stance, but this time, a line of similarly-coloured flame ignites in the track of the slight young woman's shoe.

"I'm actually having-" Xue's eyes widen, and she goes low, spinning out of an attempted strike. "-fun. Wait, were you trying to kill me to start with?" Not waiting for an answer, she turns again, extending her back leg and trying to catch him in the upper thigh with a rotating kick. It's about all she can reach without opening herself up to a truly ruinous counterattack.

[noordinaryperson-archived]

@fearcomeslater: continued from here:

Jervis was not an intimidating man, but he tried.  Oh, did he try.  This big, rude, brute of a man wouldn’t intimidate him!  He puffed himself up as big as he could, snatching the fork back.  “YOU are standing on my tea-cakes.”  he gestured to the ground beneath the large man’s feet, where, of course, there lay nothing at all.  “It’s very rude to step on someone else’s tea party, you know.”

[influencedbyfear]

@fearcomeslater​ 

    Overcast azure glisters languorously, a phenomenon of grey mingles to web of dilated pupils. He wordlessly scrutinizes him, palms flattening against his throne of steepled desks coated liberally in dust.  

    Crane’s allegiance is phenomenally sparse. It’s an omen, and he spares nothing. 

     An impulsion to alleviate himself of tedium burdens him heftily. “You made allowances for my ruling,” he justifies with passive gesticulation to a fallen man clad in a fraying scarf of vermillion. It mars all the more with still-warm blood. “I assumed him mute, and sentenced him to death, as you can see for yourself.” Hysteria lured of his toxin will have to be pardoned. 

[esotericmindset]

@fearcomeslater

     The GCPD hadn’t been convinced of the existence of a masked man. She's scampered to them, throat raw of cries withdrawn to a persistence. Embedded to an uncharacteristic skepticism, death itself taunts her. Faces of ephemeral familiarity saunter to their respective stations. 

    She’s witnessed the field crumple, contort beneath the heels of unwitting athletes and their prowess protects them not as they too, slink between the fissures. Her cries are unending, nails biting into the fabric of oppressing hands. 

     The clairvoyant is lured, dragged into the wake of men of similar dress. Heels grind into asphalt, spraying residual grout of her writhing path. It’s through protesting squeal and arch of the back that her svelte frame jostles, eyes opening wide to take of death is design.

      The jaw slackens as a quivering breath is sucked in, exhaled feebly through whimpers. Her vision, it is not of men innocent.... 

It’s of him...

     “Wait, wait stop... stop. Bane, he’s going t--- he’s going to die STOP, GET OFF. Stop him he’s.. he’s suffering stop, stop.” Knees tuck beneath her, dragging behind as she struggles, twisting in an unremitting clutch as she’s seated into loose upholstering. The crowds surrounding her cheer, and she flinches, recoiling to bow the head, eyes flitting with a desperation cloaking trembling shoulders. 

     “It’s not going to work, nothing is... I--” they’ll not believe her... no one will. 

     “I saw it...” 

[flawedlouise]

♙

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy

♙:Sharing a bed

Blue eyes warily scanned the man as he sprawled on the mattress beside her. She could never have been so brazen as to assume that Bane would ever lower his defenses enough to do something as intimate as sleeping beside her, however, his presence still had her on edge. In more ways than one. Holding a deep breath, she let her gaze return to him, curiously studying his features as he relaxed his bulk into the plush bed. As though his pull was magnetic, she curled in closer to his side and offered a smile, settling comfortably. “Good night…”