#grownpale

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-ˏˋ ♕ @grownpale ╱ ♡

❛ Well... ❜ Peach began thoughtfully, tilting back her head to address him with a brilliant smile. ❛ Anything you'd like ! It's a calendula so it's edible, you can cook with it. You can put it in tea to help with a sore throat. It's also useful topically for cuts and wounds. ❜

❛ Or it's just pretty. ❜

[godclaws]

closed starter for @grownpale .

it’s  not  unusual  for  law  enforcement  to  seek  out  brennan’s  expertise  —   after  all ,    she  is  renowned  in  her  field .    most  inquiries  get  shunted  over  to  booth  for  screening ,    but  when  a  determined  rustin  cohle  arrived  to  her  office  with  a  case  file  and  won’t  get  off  her  couch  until  she  reviews  it ,     brennan  relents  for  the  sake  of  everyone  else  in  the  lab .    and  perhaps  he  had  a  point .     a  thoughtful  frown  tugs  at  the  corners  of  her  lips  as  hazel  eyes  study  the  crime  scene  photos  with  interest .   ‘  well ,    i  was  in  the  process  of  authenticating  remains  that  are  said  to  be  from  the  iron  age ….  ’   she  lingers  at  one  photo  in  particular ,    a  wide  shot  of  the  scene  in  question .   ‘  but  i  suppose  that  will  have  to  wait .    it’s  exceedingly  rare  to  see  modern  killings  this  ritualistic  in  nature ….   at  least  in  the  united  states . you came to the right place . ’    she  tries  to  temper  the  excitement  that  has  sparked  at  such  an  interesting  case ,    but  it  bleeds  into  her  words  anyway .

[akuzeisms]

  CONTINUED     ⤷ @grownpale

She’d been so deep in her own head about their mission that she hadn’t heard him come through the door. She’d made it clear he was more than welcome to spend time up in her cabin; he was one of the few people she’d freely allow in the space without much fuss. He’d nearly startled her standing behind her, though as usual she didn’t so much as flinch… at least, not until she realized what was exposed as she stood there.

Her… “new” skin. Her unmarred, untouched skin—which she’d been doing her damnedest to keep covered and hidden for her own comfort. There were a lot of new scars. Well… new, in a strange sense, more like. Scars that weren’t going away, that were more like open wounds with the faintest glow underneath them. Like the ones on her face, there were scars on her body, albeit small ones… and no matter what happened, they refused to heal, refused to diminish in nature, like they were taunting her. Reminding her of the other scars she’d lost; of the scars that used to define her.

“…yeah,” she replied softly, debating his words. Maybe now was the time to talk about them. He’d seen her old scars; he’d seen how they marred her body, covering a significant portion of them like a canvas painted with her suffering. Those scars were gone; there was no bringing them back, not with how her body was now. But maybe… maybe he’d understand. Maybe he’d see what was going on in her head, see how much she felt like a stranger in her own mind.

With one deep breath, she spoke quietly. “When I… died, it uh… I don’t—really know the details, exactly, Miranda’s probably better to ask there, but uh… Those are—cybernetic scars. They’re scars leftover from when Cerberus—under Miranda’s directive—well… rebuilt me. They’re the same as the ones on my face; it’s from the… ah, what did Chakwas call it… synthetic proteins—what my skin is now made of, I guess—not properly healing. When I get… upset, they sort of… burn, and itch, underneath the skin. They’ve been like that since I’ve woken up, and they just… refuse to heal.” Some small part of her knew exactly why that was: Chakwas had said it was directly tied to her psychological state.

[freak1ish]

ʘ‿ʘ (he won't say it tho.... )

SEND ʘ‿ʘ IF YOUR MUSE FINDS MINE ATTRACTIVE / @grownpale /

A CUP OF COFFEE RESTS IN THE SECURE GRIP OF A STEADY HAND WHILE THE OTHER thumbs through a newspaper splayed across the table. He is barely paying any attention to the text, mostly because he knows he wouldn't be able to read it even if he did due to his dyslexia, and he carries on studying the picture of what he assumes to be a crime scene, likely homicide, if the yellow tape and blood stains on the ground were anything to go by. They wouldn't cordon off the area if it wasn't anything serious, and he is about to pull out his phone from the confines of his pocket just to take a couple of photos of the suspicious markings he had spotted in the far corner of the picture when he senses a familiar presence standing behind him. His eyebrows shoot up in a quizzical manner after he spins around on his chair and sees Rust staring at him in a flirtatious manner, yet he refuses to say anything, which only ends up baffling him further.

 ❛You know for a MINUTE there I could have sworn you were checking me out, detective. ❜His lips start to quirk upwards into what should have been a Cheshire-cat inspired grin, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes and he blames it entirely on exhaustion. ❛Can I get you a coffee. I sure could use another cup or three. It's been a long mornin' ❜

@grownpale

[akuzeisms]

   ⬐ @grownpale ⬎

icons only + when she sees rust again

[freak1ish]

@grownpale continued from here.

 HE STAYS WHERE HE IS FOR A LONG MOMENT IN THE HOPE HE COULD SLIP BACK out of the room with the detective being none the wiser to his presence ;sadly, it seems he has been spotted, and his shoulders slump in defeat. Has he really become so bad at sneaking? He blames it on his walking stick thumping against the tiled floor that he carried around with him at all times in case his bad leg buckles underneath him, and he sweeps his fingers through his mass of curly, dark brown hair just to make himself look more presentable before he pulls out a chair and sits down wearily at the table.   He didn't have the energy to maintain his false image today and was forced to greet him with his real appearance despite it going against every one of his better instincts. He wishes he could have warned him first because there was a high chance he was going to freak out if he hadn't figured out that the stranger making himself at home in his kitchen was none other than Lupin Delmont.

 ❛ No, I couldn’t; I’m actually like a moth drawn to a flame when it comes to the scent of delicious food, and yours smells phenomenal, but does that mean you know who I am? I’ll give you a clue if you want, which is that the first initial of my name starts with a L. ❜ He says softly, humor running through his tone as he props his walking stick against the leg of the table.  ❛What are you cooking, anyway? Is it some kind of savory tart?❜

@grownpale

[hostilidadesveladas]

@grownpale. ( & gracie. )

Dawning her favorite little red dress, she feels actually quite beautiful. She'd just gotten off a long shoot -- rushed to her apartment and despite her stylist's best efforts and suggestions - Grace had decided to go with what she knew she actually felt wonderful within. The good ole Marc Jacobs classic. Gracie had some great times, lovely memories, within this getup, and she's only praying this blind date serves to continue the tradition. She's seated rather rapidly due to her name-card. She's not about to brag but she is a little bit famous - and her team understands the assignment. The model draws her palm against the back hem of her dress and elegantly takes a seat as its held out for her. She's offered chilled sparkling water, and she agrees, asking for another for her company. Gracie has always prided herself on being early, sometimes, insanely early, such as right now. A half an hour before she'd told the respective individual to show up. She can catch up on on the emails her publicist had sent her way to answer in the meantime. With her fingertip sliding across her iPhone screen, she's pleasantly surprised when the host clears his throat, and introduces her date. "Oh! -- Wow..." Grace moves to stand, finding it impolite not to extend her hand as she greets them. "You're almost as early as I am..." shocking for her to behold, but impressive as well. "I'm Grace--but for those who know me I go by Gracie - it's so good to finally meet you." Does she sound too formal? She wonders unto herself, but provides a delicate grin.

[therelentless]

"Whoa! You're Nandor the Relentless! I can't believe it! I'm a massive fan, mate—Absolutely love your show!"

{ @grownpale ;;

"Wait? you do? the documentary television show? you watch it?... Wow" This was the first time someone came up to him and shared with this him, and honestly? it was something that he could get used to it rather quickly. "I am! that's me. I am Nandor the Relentless." He pointed at himself with a certain excitement. Oh, he was going to be bragging about this for the next few weeks and no one was going to shut him up about it. "The tall and handsome one."