#iamthecrow

[shielddeputydirector]

i-am-the-crow is on file

She was a detective, and she'd seen some seriously screwed up shit.

But this sort of vigilante bullshit annoyed her. If they knew who had been committing all these crimes, why not bring it to the cops? These murders ruined months of good, solid police work, flushing everything down the drain, and all anyone knew was that someone calling themselves "The Crow" was responsible.

She stood in the middle of a crime scene, again, alone, and let the angles and patterns play in her head. She could almost see how it had happened, and if she was right, this Crow person was a serious problem. What would happen when he ran out of bad guys?

Maybe she should have brought a uniform up with her, she thought as she saw the shadow of the kneeling man on the floor in front of her. The skylight above would be the right angle for it.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, without turning aorund. She didn't go for her gun; the evidence said she'd be dead before she got to it if she meant him harm.

[lancashiresassyoung-archive-blog]

She only knew someone was in the alleyway with her by the vibrations she could feel. Every small movement a person made caused the dark matter and energy surrounding them to be disrupted, something she could pick up on. Whoever it was, they weren't following her, they probably didn't even know she was there.

But she smelled blood.

Turning a corner, she spotted someone--a silhouette. And a body nearby. She paused, narrowing her eyes, wondering if she should continue on or turn back.

[andabashedthedevilstood]

the thief {eric/shelly}

i-am-the-crow:

Eric arrived to the loft as quick as possible, only for the sake of coming back to Shelly. He understood all that she felt, and hated for her to be by herself. Most days, he didn’t even leave, but occasionally he had to go check up on Sarah. 

He knelt in front of where she sat curled up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A smile formed on his face, and he stood up to kiss her forehead. “I don’t need the words. All I need is you.” 

Her smile grew, almost to what might have been a genuine, proper smile before as her head tilted into his touch, to the brush of his fingers and the warmth of his lips against her skin.  There were days, still, when he seemed to be the only thing that was real in this world of shadows and ghosts.  

"Then we want for nothing," she spoke, though it seemed a sad mockery of the truth.  They lived, but did they truly?  They were together.  That much was true.  She strove to believe that it was enough.  "How is Sarah?"  A light, in the darkness.  "And Darla?"  Shelly knew of what Eric had done for Darla, in those first days of his own return.  How, exactly, was unclear, but she had her own ideas.  They were now, more than ever, of one soul. 

[andabashedthedevilstood]

♬

Your eyes are full, full of the future of us. (The Thief)

                    ❦            The rain, despite Eric’s insistence                    didn’t show any sign of letting up.   Shelly’s                    gaze turned,   finally,   from the (still) broken                     window of the loft,  grateful for the sound of                     his return,  for the distraction that his arrival                     promised.      She hadn’t quite been able to                     bring herself to leave the  loft  for more than                     was absolutely necessary, an   irony in and                     of itself, given the manner of memories that                     the rooms held for her.         Don’t look, Eric!                    ❦              But it was home.    And home was                     where the heart was.    And her heart would                     always be with him.      Her lips curled into a                      small smile as he drew closer,      the worry                     and  affection  that  she  saw   written   there                    warming her in ways that she couldn’t even                    begin to know how to express.                      ❦ Her hand rose to brush against his cheek                    has he approached where she sat curled up.                    "I wish I had the words," she spoke softly, as                    her fingers traced the line of his jaw,    ”to tell                    you what I see when you look at me that way.”

[cxptisanarchive]

buckbarnesws @i-am-the-crow turntepath ironwillmelt

"I’ve never heard that one before."

[themagnetprotectingstarksheart]

i-am-the-crow started following you

Alumina blinked as she saw the man. He had just been stabbed by a man who was currently lying dead at his feet. She watched him pull the knife out of his chest and drop it to the ground. Her hair glowed brighter in surprise. "What are you?"

[thebiochemiss]

i-am-the-crow has entered the lab

This was interesting, Jemma thought to herself as she looked through the files once more. She frowned slightly when she read down the paper and looked at the papers again. The doors opened and Jemma looked up and closed the files. Two agents escorted another one and Jemma immediately recognized him from the papers she just had been looking at.

[itasedhim]

i-am-the-crow started following you

"Nice makeup dude.."