#goblincaptain

[satellitewar-archived]

a message from @goblincaptain: i can do that, if you wish. - @ hypatia.

try and try as she might, hypatia cannot break the lock. she can't break the door down; she can't get this accidental prison open long enough to snake her body through and escape... and she's doing this in front of kp, too, embarrassing herself in front of someone she deeply admires and adores. it's almost mortifying. the door closed behind them as the two explored this darkened cavern — some early fool installed a trap, a pressure point, and now she and her friend are locked in near pitch darkness.

a sigh. two sighs. hypatia hates being viewed as inadequate or needing assistance (something about her desperation to make an impact as herald, as inquisitor, unwilling to allow any signs of weakness to show through), but she doesn't want to be stuck in here forever. lowering her sword, the woman gives a slow, yielding nod and backs up. "i could break it if i had more time," she tries to offer in her own defense, and though her words feign spit and ire... hypatia speaks with zero hostility towards knickolas. he knows, at this point, what she's like, how the challenges ahead of her make her feel. he's heard her talk. he'll see her frown, her disappointed eyes. "let me know if you need my help." another feeble attempt at bolstering her own capabilities — i'm not useless. i'm not worthless. i'm a leader. i can do this. please don't judge me. standing a fair distance away to give kp room, hypatia crosses her arms and waits, strained, eager for daylight once they're freed.

[devonwalker]

@goblincaptain gets a plotted thing!

rue knows, intrinsically, what they desire as they step into the hedge maze–– or, more aptly, whom. while a meeting might prove all too painful, they cannot deny that truth. hoping against hope, they posture their intent as though it were finding the crystal heart, though they would never claim it even if the maze led them there. ( it would be incredibly gauche, after all–– and rue, bereft of family, has no reason to claim it besides. ) as they walk, the hedges make way, sprouting peonies all the while. rue takes it as a gesture of good will, reaches out to touch a claw gently to the undulating leaves.

but from the corner of their eye, they see someone.

–––––––no.

never one to let their panic show, they arrange their features into a pleasant look, one of ease. their heart thrums beneath downy feathers.

' captain hob! '

[bloodykneestm]

her skeptical gaze is only highlighted by dark, dramatic makeup as she sets deep brown eyes on hob. at the very least, he was not the only one to receive this attention from her tonight. after all, tiffany diamond was not well-known for being personable, in fact she looked put out to have been invited to the event at all. she waits until he notes her attention, then crooks her finger in his direction, summoning him closer, pushing the faintest trace of a smile into the corner of her lips to appear slightly less frightening.

@goblincaptain liked this for a randomized starter!

[satellitewar-archived]

from @goblincaptain: i just… am pleased to see you, that’s all. - emily <3

they meet in person. they pick a time, a date, a location, and finally break the norms of this relatively new working relationship to find each other's eyes in a crowded room. he's different here. he's taller than she pictured in her head, with broad shoulders and warm eyes that peer underneath thick, well-groomed eyebrows. emily is so used to seeing him on a screen, displayed from a security angle, camera tilted in awkward angles, or accustomed to seeing his face printed on sheets of paper or photographed in a digital file. this is like reading a book for months and then waking up to find the main character sitting in your kitchen — this closes the distance between work and real life, between a restricted world and a real one. she's thrilled to see him. she makes that known.

"not as pleased as me," she argues gently, heels clicking over the wood floors as she hurries to greet kp. emily acts on instinct when she hugs him (a generous, soothing sort of grip where her arms loop over his shoulders and tuck together at the back of his neck). when she pulls away, her blush-painted cheeks are even redder than normal. "well. this is it." her hands raise, then fall back to her sides. "we're meeting in person. what do you think? does my voice match my face? am i anything like what you pictured on missions?"

[devonwalker]

@goblincaptain asked: ❛ may i have this dance? ❜

rue smiles, the slightest glint of mischief in their eyes. ❛ i should think you may, captain hob. after all, yours is the only name on my dance card this night. ❜ they sweep their skirts in front of them and curtsy deeply, gaze flicking up to lock with his for a moment before they rise and offer a clawed hand. it may be a little overly flirtatious, all this, but rue can hardly be expected to help it. romance had only ever been in question because of the glamour they used to conceal their form. would-be suitors had often waxed poetic about their elven beauty–– a beauty that wasn't even real. but hob–– no, hob had spoken of their bravery.

they love him. they want him. why should they pretend otherwise?

[frightes-a]

PICTURE THIS. karaoke, the lingering smell of smoke, and a five foot two cupid being dragged off stage. she had only sung three songs and a proper karaoke requires at least five. so what the strawberry daiquiris had turned into taking shots with strangers at the bar. the staff should be grateful that she didn't dance on the bar top during material girl, despite wanting to moonee refrained. she tossed her curls over her shoulder when she caught sight of the hound that had been sent to fetch her. if heaven couldn't have her then it was hell she had to be contained to. her pitstop on earth was nothing more than a little fine.

she pulled up to a barstool next to him, grabbing a cup of water as the guy behind them wailed to i'm gonna be. "took you long enough." moonee chided. there's a bright grin through too much lipstick. "you were supposed to duet with me to bring me to life, but you showed up late! don't worry there will always be next time." she downed the rest of the glass. "but we can't stay here - they've already cut me off."

@goblincaptain

[denouemente]

“ ser knight. ” it was difficult not to know who he was, considering how rarely commonfolk ended up becoming knights of the kingsguard. the king must really like him. she stops on the stairs, hands linked together as she faces @goblincaptain. “ your performance in our last jousting tournament was . . . remarkable. did you learn such skills in your homeland? and that is . . . ” she trails off, implying that she wishes for him to share.

[allevilsarc]

just say the words , and i'll do it for you. @goblincaptain

" hob. " his name is soft on her tongue, hand pressing to his back. " you don't need to do anything right now. " the urge to tell him to heel presses at his throat, but lucy bites it back, his hand coming back to rest at his side. " but you don't have to worry. the moment something happens, i will let you know. i bet you're just ... chomping at the bit to go wild for once. " she reaches up, strokes at hob's cheek gently. whether it's as a friend or something worse is anyone's guess. her smile turns up, the corner of her eyes crinkling. she wonders if he feels the same bloodlust she does (though it's not very nice to ask). " you've always been so loyal to me. why would i not tell you if i had a problem? "