#gothamire

[nota1one]

look at me. how many fingers am i holding up?

@gothamire : making demands .

" i'm  okay ,   please  i'm -   i'm  alright ! "         the  spit  of  his  frustration  would  sit  with  him  for  a  while  once  the  adrenaline  had  settled  enough  for  him  to  remember  it .     he  understands  why  she  handles  him  with  the  force  she  does ,    urgency  makes  for  messy  hands ,    and  bob  staggers  side  to  side  with  the  push  and  pull  of  her  effort ;    perhaps  one  small  part  of  that  stems  from  the  dizziness  she  anticipates  and  he  refuses  to  acknowledge .   it'll  pass .

he  blinks ,   narrows  his  eyes  at  the  full  hand  she  waves  in  front  of  him .        " four ,   four  fingers , "         he  insists ,   and  gently  pinches  the  fleshy  pad  of  her  thumb .        " and  one  thumb . "    

[warplanet]

a starter for @gothamire, with garrus vakarian.

the turian remains in the shadows of omega, face partially obscured in darkness, as the stranger approaches his tucked-away corner of the mining station. he's heard a few whispers about ex-mercenaries and their intel, their eagerness to supply information to archangel and his squad, and this appears to be a confirmation of said rumors — a lone figure, also bathed in a unique sort of darkness, takes tentative steps towards his armored form in hopes of... what? conversation? maybe they can broker a deal, make amends, work something out that benefits all parties involved. anything to save lives on omega, garrus thinks. anything to do right by the good people here, the burdened and broken. this is the only place in the galaxy where action actually works — and if this human woman comes to the table with beneficial cards to play, he's ready to hear her out.

garrus stares and studies the woman as she draws near. there's an air about her that stands out, that causes a ringing in his head and a fog behind his eyes. something tightens at the back of his throat in response to her gaze — she is undeniably powerful, and maintains a confident air that could send even the strongest mercenary to their knees. suddenly there is a lot riding on this conversation. suddenly, garrus forgets what words to use.

"i was wondering when you'd find me." as much as he would hate to admit it, garrus really tries to sound "cool" as archangel. he pretends to be put-together, emulating the confidence she exudes in turn. and maybe she can see right through him, and this is pointless. maybe she'll just turn around and walk the other way. "you've been looking for me? for archangel?"

[burnedown-a]

“ it's about consistency and being consistent. we can’t operate at a higher level without consistency. ” / @gothamire

[arkahmarchive]

✿. for science…

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of, and strike out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  / [your muse] is the good influence  / [your muse] is the bad influence  / [my muse] is the good influence  / [my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  / [your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  high school sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side] /  unrequited [from my muses side] /  unrequited [from both sides] /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ] /  soulmates  [ literal ] /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse] /  cheating [with your muse ]/  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half] /  siblings [step] / [my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  / [my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  / [my muse] is a parental figure to yours  / [my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child [not that they adopted each other or anything, that they were in a similar foster situation lol]   / [your muse] is taken under mines wing  / [my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[asocialconduct-a]

@gothamire said: " i'm just dealing with some things, and obviously not very well. " for aiden / prompt.

diamante's is the last place he'd expect to find himself. it's just not his scene. no offence intended, he simply prefers to be atop the roof breathing in the fresh air. spaces like this make him feel suffocated, not that he suffers from claustrophobia. he just prefers open spaces. tight ones like this make it more difficult to run away from himself. fingers tap impatiently at the table as he waits for his informant to arrive. someone with information on waltz. potentially on mia.

tongue sweeps out to wet his lips and he feels the lingering gazes on him. people watching him. nobody likes pilgrims. the rumour is that they must be the worst of the worst to favour living such a life, working for those that they do. he's smug. like these people are any better, with their dirty laundry and skeletons hiding in their closets.

from his right, a woman approaches. a waitress. she slams his drink down on the table, clearly stuck in her own head. the drink spills and drips off the edge onto his knee. " woaaaah! " aiden blurts, swiping the liquid from his leg and looking to the waitress. he rises to his feet, trying to meet his gaze.

          " damn, i can't catch a break, " he jests, but reads the thunderous look on her features and back-pedals awkwardly. " i mean — it's fine, really. are you — " clears his throat, " okay? you look — " wrong phrasing, aiden, try again. " it, uh, seems like something's bothering you... " i'm just dealing with some things, and obviously not very well. " well maybe i can... help you out? i'm pretty good at solving problems. what's, um, what's on your mind? "

[nota1one]

say it. i don't care if it's a lie.

@gothamire : companion .

the  longer  he  watches  her  the  deeper  his  frown  becomes ,    lines  of  discontent  knit  at  his  brow  and  parts  lips  that  are  as  of  yet  incapable  of  anything  more  than  a  scoff .    fists  press  into  the  couch  cushion  he'd  occupied  for  a  good  hour ,    maybe  two ,   to  straighten  his  back ,    squares  shoulders  like  it'd  do  something  to  clear  the  jumble  that  filled  every  available  nook  in  his  mind .

" it's  not  a  lie  though . "        he  mumbles ,   quiet  words  lost  in  his  downward  gaze —   all  attempts  to  meet  her  expectant  gaze  is  repelled  by  a  force  unseen ,    a  jolt  of  fright  wrings  his  heart  between  its  hands  when  he  considers  trying  again .

fingers  find  the  fabric  of  his  sweatpants ,    it  bore  evidence  of  previous  bouts  of  insecurity  in  plucked  threads  and thinning  material .   you're  such  a  coward ,   bobby .         " it's  not  a  lie . "        there's  too  much  force ,   too  much  volume ,   in  his  second  attempt .    even  the  voice  that  gave  him  cause  to  argue  with  such  effort  has  need  to  laugh .    fingers  press  and  rub  into  his  eyes ,    he's  a  mess  that  winds  itself  into  a  complicated  knot  in  front  of  her ,    too  far  gone  to  merely  cough  and  pretend  his  blunder  had  been  misheard .    

[felinoir]

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐗   𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐇   𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒,   capable   of   stalking   their   prey   in   wait   of   the   prime   opportunity   to   pounce.   It's   what   brought   her   to   the   neon   and   glitter   soaked   Diamante,   a   fat   wad   of   hundreds   being   pressed   into   a   waitress'   hand   with   a   wink.   ❛❛   Do   you   mind   makin'   sure   that   the   ugly   bastard   at   the   corner   booth   is   gettin'   triples   all   night,   baby?   Keep   any   extra   for   yourself.   ❜❜

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[nota1one]

i'll go, if that's what you really want.

@gothamire : daredevil prompts .

" why  do  you  think  i  want  that  .  .  ? "        a  breath  is  all  he's  capable  of .   lips  rub  over  one  another  with  the  grinding  of  his  teeth ,    jaw  moves  side  to  side  as  he's  cast  into  a  swarm  of  overthinking  and  self  depreciation .     you're  an  idiot ,   bobby ,   look  what  you've  done .    what  had  bob  said  that  would  make  her  think  he  wanted  her  to  leave ?     had  his  tone  been  too  sharp ?   he  knew  his  mouth  could  run  at  speed  sometimes ,    it'd  often  take  him  a  minute  to  realise  what  he'd  said  in  the  heat  of  the  moment ,   but  bob  was  certain  he'd  not  unintentionally  said  anything  unpleasant  out  of  spite .    all  he  knew  was  his  mood .    there  was  no  reason  for  it  to  be  as  poor  as  it  had  been  today  but  it'd  still  cast  its  shadow  on  his  social  skills ,   lax  as  they  were  already .    it  must  have  been  his  tone ,   it  had  to  be .

brow  scrunches  hard ,    fingers  pulse  into  his  palm  and  warms  skin  as  it  became  angered  by  the  scratching  of  nails ,       " i  don't  want  that .    do  you  want  that ? "        teeth  bite  at  his  tongue  so  hard  it  could  ulcer ,   not  even  a  worthy  punishment  for  upsetting  her ,    somehow .   feet  carry  him  forward  when  words ,   any  words ,   are  stuck  in  his  throat ,        " look  i  .  .  .    i'm  sorry .   i  don't  want  you  to  go ,   i  just  .  .  .    i'm  not  great  company  right  now ,    not  even  good  company  on  a  good  day .   i  do  want  you  to  stay  but  .  .  .    fuck ,   i  dunno .    i  just  feel  like  being  anywhere  near  me  is  fucking  torture  right  now . "