#femmeciel

[metallicforce-blog]

She bolted. She had to get out--to breathe, to just..... breathe dear god. All the open space in that strange place and she felt like she was suffocating. All....that....metal-- the debris. Collapsing and knicking at her face as she lost control. A heavy impacted bump into the other person shot her hard to the ground, but she stumbles---hovering for a clumsy second----catching her footing. Ringed fingers shoot up and a spark of a green cloud emits. “Woah--hey I didn’t---I’m so sorry,” The same hands brush along her pants and she hopes to not make offense. “Yeah--um, feel better??” Don’t panic--- @femmeciel​

[mindtruths-blog]

          “ Vanessa ─ “  charles calls out to her with a pause to follow.  he lets the name sit heavy on his tongue as he’s contemplating his next move. he tiredly looks to the ground , eyes tightly shut like he’s trying to pass a rather unwelcome headache. hands are stuffed cautiously in his own pockets while he’s approaching her ─ the environment sticks to him but he feels nothing. charles has felt nothing , since the time of ... something he can’t really remember. 

       it’s all a blur.  and it stings , a shock to the mind when he tries to remember. 

   “ You know I ─ I mean when I was with him , “   he makes a gesture with his hand , pointing behind his shoulder.  His face twists , and he raises a brow as he recollects that memory.  “ And that Supergiant ... I’ve been meaning to know ─ to ask ─ well i have asked but ... do you think it could’ve been avoided ? Melting ...”   he stops speaking and looks to the palm of his hand. Reliving almost - that entire scene in broken pieces.  “ ─ its brain ,   “ 

 @femmeciel​  ! 

[mindtruths-blog]

                  charles had been on his way to speak with tony and stephen - the meeting itself had an alarming tone to it , and he felt as though it was immediate to speak of logistics.  there was absolutely ... nothing that could be done about that hollowed feeling within.  he could feel that power brush against his palms , to his fingertips - but in the same instance he could feel them shake.  he could sense the blood on his hands ... and it drew a heavy sigh on his lips. 

though its as he’s entering the space , he takes notice of a familiar face - one he hadn’t taken the opportunity to speak more to. but this wasn’t the only thing that piqued his interest. his intuition was  sensitive , and the need for conscious reasoning was bothering him. 

he walks over to her with a look of concern washed over his face , the second nature of his mentor way taking place. he closes his eyes only momentarily, as if trying to shake the push of her loud thoughts.   “ Is ... something the matter ? “

             / @femmeciel

[grndrule-blog]

                  ❝ Darling this is, a tragedy right before my very eyes. ❞ The grandmaster will look so graciously at this beautiful creature, oh no. Wait, why? Why, why... why.  ❝ I just had an epiphany, and you are the queen of Sakaar. And uh, before you shoot the messenger...  ❞ He taps the side of his temple with a wink, a smirk that seems everlasting. ❝It’s oh so true.  ❞

  (  @femmeciel  swoons the grandmaster !  )