#gloryvain

[muertemorbo]

@gloryvain said: " you understand who i am. " from: mothman / prompt.

she cocks her head, eyes narrowed as she considers the moth. lips quirk playfully and she says, " i understand what you are. " because at the end of the day, they're both a blur to society. a whisper in the wind, a speck of dust observing the world as it spins. the people. everything they do. born from smokeless fire, rarely does she cross paths with someone who really sees her. the only other person who can is grim. but what she has with mothman is strictly business. that being said, everyone has to make a living, which is why she's just handed over intelligence regarding one of fabletown's most well-respected individuals.

it'd been easy, as a jinn, to acquire the knowledge. with powers of possession under her belt, she's even capable of hiding in plain sight. literally, within the host. mara is appreciative of mothman giving her a chance, after everything she's been through. it's been hard to trust. " don't pretend we're anything but a smudge, " she states. " a stain you can't get rid of. " mara looks over her shoulder at him as she pins the latest intel up on the wall. " what? i think it's endearing. "

[soulmissed]

@gloryvain

the boy, hands caked by stick-and-stay grime, stares toward the autumn earth. dead leaves, twisting underneath foot. windfall, whispering and whisking. (thinks he had a knife. his pocket knife. bloody. sharp. old reliable.)

it takes him ten seconds to realize the shrill, shallow noise wasn’t just wind. it was also his breathing. ragged. hitched. scared beyond anything. “ t-tell me we’re s-safe. ”

[katanher]

@gloryvain said: " short version: it all went to shit. " from: the boogeyman / prompt.

she's positioned atop the roof, sniper rifle lodged between her arm and chin. wanda awaits the signal to shoot. she's not alone on this one. an old friend [ he definitely wouldn't call us that ] had requested her assistance for a mission, off the books, wholly black ops. an assassination. and of course, with money involved — who would she have been to have turned it down. however, much to wanda's surprise, the target never appears in her line of sight. it'd been up to boogeyman to push them in her direction.

          " heeeeey boogers, " a cute little nickname, she thinks, " what's goin' on in there? " silence. then, short version: it all went to shit. well, that hadn't been expected. granted, you should always prepare for these situations in her line of work because they can happen but... she hadn't.

she narrows her eyes, searching the building's windows with her scope. " what? " a nervous chuckle. ( is it time to jump ship? ) no! we never leave a man behind! [ you absolutely do, regularly. ] i never said i was loyal. [ you literally just did— ] ooh quit your whinin'! " what do you mean, it all went to shit? " blinks. " are you compromised? "

[katanher]

@gloryvain said: " i never said i was a good person. " from: frank castle / prompt.

they're talking about killing people. this conversation has the potential to spiral drastically. " and i never said i was an emotionally available woman and yet here you are, trauma dumping. " wanda folds her arms over her chest. a beat passes. " i'm kidding, big guy. trauma dump all you like. i'm into it. " [ that makes it sound weird. ] maybe i mean it to. " listen, i get it. sometimes you have to kill people, sometimes you don't. sometimes... you want to. sometimes people can be fucking assholes and they just need a little reminder not to be sooooooo— " [ you're going off on a tangent. ]

wanda pauses, her gaze, unbeknownst to him, flitting up and down. " what i'm sayin' is, i'm not here to judge. " she's killed plenty in her time. both necessary and unnecessary. does she hold the unnecessary ones close to her heart? no. does she struggle to sleep at night because of them? also no! but the point is— ( what is the point, again? ) lady sighs, kicking her feet up and grumbling.

          " sometimes, the world needs bad people. it's like salt and pepper. the good and the bad. " [ did you just compare a complex morality system to food seasoning? ] i did, and i'd do it again! " it levels it out. " a pause, she considers him. " know what i mean, big guy? "

[katanher]

@gloryvain said: " i made sure i wasn't followed. " from: the mothman / prompt.

[ we're dressed in a bright red suit, i don't think it matters. ] it matters. we don't know who could be hunting us. ( hunting!? nobody said anything about hunting! ) [ no one is hunting us. ] how could you possibly know that? wanda blinks, growing aware of the silence between them. white orbs stare back at mothman. " good. " [ tough guy act, really? ] " i would'a made it more trouble for you than me if you hadn't. " [ i'm rolling my eyes and cringing. ] shut up! " did you bring it? "

fingers flex impatiently. mothman is doing her a favour, for a price. " tell me you brought it. " [ so much for the tough guy act, you're sounding desperate. ] i am desperate! but what has he acquired for her? it's only the key to her favourite mexican take out place!!! [ i can't believe he went through with it. ] what else would he have done? [ taken your money and lied. ] that wouldn't be very friendly. and mothman's a friendly guy. trust me, i'm a great judge of character! [ no we ar— ]

mothman holds the key out to her. she swears her eyes glimmer. " holy shit! you got it! " she goes to snatch it from his grasp, but he closes his fist. " hey! what gives? "

[foresigh]

*   unprompted asks,   always accepting     @gloryvain :   i brought you something.

the words were spoken through her closed door.   abitha was looking through the peep hole to see  the mothman  standing there,  holding what looked to be a couple paper bags.   her brows furrowed as she immediately opened the wooden barrier between them,  grabbing the cryptid by the arm and pulling him into her apartment.   god forbid a neighbor would see some  thing  hanging around her door.   she already had to work hard enough to maintain a normal exterior,  she wasn't about to let the mothman,  of all creatures,  ruin that for her.

❝  what is it?  ❞   she'd asked before snatching one of the bags.   she looked into it and saw a cereal box with some vegetables on the top layer.   her eyes flickered back to the other instantly as her gaze sharpened,  suspicion in full display across her features.   ❝  are these...?  ❞   someone's groceries?   now,  considering  what  he is,  she reckoned he didn't go into a grocery store to buy these himself.   not that he would have the capital,  either.   but she was too lazy to actually go shopping herself this week so she wasn't about to  look at a gift horse in the mouth.   whatever that expression meant.     ❝  i just want you to know that you are very lucky i don't feel like going to get groceries myself this week,  otherwise i would definitely be asking a million questions,  starting with  where you got these from.   or,  rather  how  you got these.  ❞

[muertemorbo]

@gloryvain said: " i'm just dealing with some things, and obviously not very well. " from: gus / prompt.

it's important that he folds, because mara won't. bulging eyes and bared teeth, she'll go down kicking and screaming even if she's in the wrong. childish, she's never quite learned the importance of compromise. i'm just dealing with some things, and obviously not very well, gus says, and mara hesitates. he's not meeting fire with fire, like she expects. he's pulling away from the fight and she's at a loss.

blinking, the asset flexes her fingers a few times and wiggles her jaw, willing it to relax. " obviously, " is shot back, still bitter, always bitter. she'd grown tired of gus's impromptu tour guiding and had ditched him, making her way through los angeles without a second thought. gus thinks he knows about aq and konni but the truth is, he has no idea. at least that's what mara believes. and she finds it hard to associate with anyone who isn't on the same wavelength as her.

what'd started off as a heated argument, with gus scolding her, for leaving him and seemingly abandoning the mission, cools to a reconsideration of intentions. it's likely gus could see arguing with mara would get him nowhere. still, mara's on edge at the abrupt reunion. folding her arms over her chest, she glares at him. " deal with your shit. it's not my problem. got it, pendejo? "

[betwux]

*   unprompted ask,   always accepting     @gloryvain :   don’t get too comfortable.

he saved her life and she wonders if he  regrets  it.   olympia isn't a rabid dog or a wild animal that needs to be put down.   she was born and raised as a pawn,  shaped for a world she knew nothing about until it became something she couldn't escape.   everyone talks about not falling into a trap but no one knows what to do when you've been born and bred for it.   these games,  these choices.   everything she and her parents have done put a  target  on her back.   and now that she's the last one standing,  she intends to keep it that way.   the only problem is that she can't escape this way of life  without trading hers in.

it's where the brute and the team come in,  a band of mercenaries meant to take her life and get their reward.   but she was fast,  was able to sneak away until he caught up to her,  and when she pleaded her case,  she was fortunate enough to have him spare her.   would anyone else have the same courtesy?   could his team accept that their mission was compromised all because their target was nothing but a scared little girl hiding inside a wildfire woman?

❝  well,  you can't just leave me here,  ❞   she says this with a sharp gaze,  as though he hadn't just spared her life.   as though he couldn't change his mind at any time.   she's an easy target now,  after all.     ❝  can't you just call off  your  team?   tell them i'm not here or something?  ❞