#heiressbled

[redvipersz]

❪ 𝕬 ❫ ﹒ @heiressbled said ❛ Tell me why ❜ from this.

❛ What’s left to say? ❜ betraying the ever smoothness of her own voice, an undertone of tiredness was heard in between syllables, sharper at the edges as the question sounded in response to her demand. 

Keeping lies could be tiring. At one point, even Nicoletta herself wasn’t sure of what was or wasn’t genuine. The lines between truth and lies had turned blurry, one bleeding into the other. 

But for all that mattered, Emma could figure out the answers on her own, couldn’t she? If she hadn’t earned a thing from her lips, it’s most likely she had gotten them from her mind. Unfair, wasn’t it? For Nicoletta, at least. How’s one supposed to pretend in such conditions, when a peek could easily unravel the face under the mask?

❛ I could not deceive you even if I wanted to, ❜ a humourless laugh was puffed through lips that would rather remain silent than speak of scars. ❛ But you know why, Emma. Hearing it from me won’t change it. ❜

[punkasite]

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" Let's just skip to the chastisement , the rest can all be summed up as ' the consequences of being a public figure ' . " She says voice rougher than usual and not revealing an OUNCE of the relief she feels . This is why she opted to hit up EMMA over trying to sneak back into the mansion or find somewhere else . She didn't want lectures or anxious hovering or whatever . She didn't want GUILT TRIPS over the correct kinds of violence or whatever the topic might be . She'd been in a situation , she'd resolved the situation . She was banged up but didn't need more than wash , Tylenol , some band-aids and an ice pack or two .

She does her best to keep the mess to herself a seemingly IMPOSSIBLE task with how dedicated the other woman is to that FROST WHITE AESTHETIC . It was a dedication to a vibe she respected even if she thought it was fucking maniacal . At least it didn't feel like a medical center , more like modern nepo baby Caligua nightclub . She makes it to the bathroom and hesitates in the center of it .

" Uh , can Ah have a TRASHBAG or something to dump these in ? figure you don't want me just dropping all this on your floors . " She gestures loosely to herself and the multiple layers of now blood soaked hoodie , shirts , leggings and pants . Even her socks are squishy . She's not looking forward to trying to clean out her boots later. She's also not looking forward to losing all her layers , she doubts anything of Emma's will fit her and it defeats everything to put her own clothes back on . Maybe if she has something REALLY spandex-y Rogue could make it work . " Also fair warning , I'm probably gonna decimate your conditioner . "

[punkasite]

" Now I KNOW someone who unironically likes SHAGGY ain't judging me for wearing TRIPP PANTS . " One of the very last things on the list of shit she CARES about is Emma's opinion of her but she's also not gonna stand here for and take the HYPOCRISY of this . She's SEEN the Von Dutch hat . That girl ain't better than her on this front , NEITHER of them is free of sin .

starter for @heiressbled

[wntrsghost]

for @heiressbled cont. from here !

┊   ┊   ˚★⋆｡˚  ⋆ stray dogs often did not know what to do when faced with gentleness— the pavlovian response was toward violence. after all, what cruelties were not often veiled in kindness? every inch of his body was ache; someone somewhere had left their mark with a knife, but the super soldier couldn’t feel it. it would heal soon anyway and he liked the warm, syrupy spill of it-- it was a reminder: i’m alive, i’m alive.

he let her speak. a solemn, hardened look written across his tired features as he took apart her words and pieced them together a dozen different ways searching for hidden meanings. like a deer knew when it was being hunted, the soldier was well aware his handlers were tearing through chicago looking for their most precious investment. they always found him, but had he ever been trying that hard?

memories came back to him like minuscule pieces of fractured glass— shattered before being dumped across a dark, expansive room. they nicked his skin and torn through his chest— instead of precious gifts the memories were like wounds. there were versions of himself he did not recognize spotted in corners of mirrors, faces in crowds that felt like home ( but weren’t truly there ). perhaps it was those ghosts he truly ran from.

❝   and what is it you are looking for in return?  ❞ one more name to add to his ledger? maybe. a favor? 

                  his head tilted and shoulders sank into more relaxed posture— maybe it was vengeance. that was always easier.

as he twisted on the heel of his heavy black boots, the damp gravel groaned beneath. the alleyway was a dead end. head tipped back toward the sky; it would rain again soon. ❝  they always find me, and they aren’t particularly fond of witnesses. ❞

[dumbthink2]

" is that a fucking body ? "

@heiressbled

"I did not kill anyone. Just wanna make that very clear. But like, yeah. That's a body. But it was here when I got here!"

Which would maybe work as an explanation, except for the fact that Nadine should not really be here. Not just in this building, but the whole timeline, maybe? They're not exactly clear what kind of time travel rules they're running on, but there's probably some universe where this is technically their fault.

(Boom, butterfly effect.)

"I'm like, not capable of murder. Honest."

[wntrsghost]

why should i care ?

┊   ┊   ˚★⋆｡˚  ⋆  the bitter taste of heady beer lingered on the tip of his tongue and he tried to focus only on the acidic flavor as he lifted the half finished bottle to his lips again. the glass clinked against his teeth and he scraped the sharp point of a canine against the bump of the mouthpiece. she was sharp, quick to the point and not afraid to inflict hurt with it. it took a great deal to dip below bucky's skin-- a slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. the chair creaked with movement as the super soldier tilted back, arm dangled to the side-- a position of comfort he did not often allow himself to adopt. he had tried hard to fit in as of late-- watching the demeanor of men in bars: laissez faire and confident-- normal. ❝  you shouldn't.  but i think you do-- and i don't think you like that. ❞

[sn1ktt]

short starter for @heiressbled !!

"  like  a  bad  penny,  i  just  keep  comin'  back.  "

[nosuperm4n]

❛  was it obvious i don't care?

sentence starters / " — i don't believe that, " clark shot back, his voice cutting, unafraid to sound confronting. " i think you care more than you're willing to admit, and it scares you. because you don't want to face what that really means. " words came out sharp, edged with challenge, as if he were betting all his chips on a mere hunch about who she was ; or at least the version of her he'd have hoped existed...