#hidefire.

[saturnmused-a]

@hidefire asked: " hm, it seems i have caught you in my web. "

MAYBE HE SHOULD be scared, he thinks to himself as he lies enmeshed in a large, silk-woven web, noticing a figure approaching him. her voice is sweet, & something about her is alluring, even though keanu knows that he might be in danger here. as always, criminal's first attempt is at deception ― surely he can flirt his way out of getting eaten alive. he tilts chin up, unable to move otherwise, & meets the drider's gaze, or at least some of it, considering her multiple eyes.

❝ it seems you have, ❞ keanu says then, & he offers a tight-lipped smile, feeling the vulnerability of being tied up in front of a stranger. but he won't back down, not when he's enticed like so. ❝ i can assure you that i can do much more when i'm alive than when i'm dead, if you'd like to find out exactly what. ❞ he can only hope that his offer is enough. he pauses, & then says, completely genuine, ❝ you're beautiful. ❞

[narniianblood]

“ you scared me. ”

edmund figures he's grown used to treating the extraordinary as ordinary when it comes to someone like @hidefire . watching her indulge herself in coaxing flames to life with the fire she draws from deep within herself? it does not faze him. not at all -- he can handle it.

what concerns him most is not her deliberate heedlessness, but the very real possibility that his handcrafted rug might meet its tragic end because of it. honestly he is convinced his heart might just give out at this rate.

warm brown ripples across her features when she turns her head towards him. he props himself against the wooden doorframe as though unbothered, yet the tension in his shoulders betrays him.

“ rain, ” he exhales, exasperation curling at the very edges of her name. “ must you do this kind of thing indoors? ”

[isafell]

@hidefire confessed: “Sorry, I don’t know what any of the like, God stuff means. Never been to church.”

       Isabelle offers a patient smile. It's far from the first time she's heard such a thing. The Abbey has saved many people since the world fell, even if they were sent on their way afterwards as per the rules of the sisters, a lot of them non-believers and evidently uncomfortable with their surroundings. She regrets the feeling of exclusion religion can bring sometimes; despite belonging to the fold, she has her doubts. She'll never speak of them— she can't break the Mother's heart like that, nor can she make do without her newfound purpose— but she does.

       Deep down, she understands why the average person nowadays isn't convinced of God's existence.

       ❛ Would you believe it if I said I wasn't always this way? ❜  she asks with a bow of her head, plaited hair shifting over her shoulder as she does.  ❛ A lot of people who live like this were raised within the fold, but not me. I lived a lot of life before I found my way here. ❜

       And what a life it had been. One full of drinking, drugs and stealing, shackled up tight within the arms of a man who fed her habits, who gave her new ones, the monster living in her belly never going hungry. Isabelle hates who she was. It's just a shame that, in spite of her change, she's still not convinced she deserves to be here. Not just in the Abbey, but in this world.

       ❛ Which means people can learn. Find their way later on. ❜  There's a tactful pause before she chuckles, hands folding neatly over her lap.  ❛ But if you're not interested, that's fine too. I'm here to help, not judge. ❜

[saturnmused-a]

Put question marks on the ones that could totally happen depending on the dynamic/au but. Most of them are just rain no matter what

❝ . . . COUNT US INTRIGUED. ❞