#intcthatgoodnight

[fatestaken]

CONTINUED FROM HERE / @intcthatgoodnight

if her second marriage has taught her anything, it is that it is possible for a husband and wife to be as strangers in some ways to one another. try as she might, daeron remains a mysterious riddle to her and each time she feels she has made progress, the next day always ushers in some sort of backslide until she finds herself right where she started.

'a question to put to the poets.' she demurs with a dry smile as she studies him through narrowed dark brown eyes. 'at this rate, i suspect every tavern-keeper in the realm finds themselves indebted to you for your loyal patronage.' has a day ever passed in recent years when he has not reached for the nearest cup of ale? she is tempted to ask but the question dies on her lips.

'this may seem a novel idea to you, but one of these days, you should try spending an evening here within the keep rather than at the nearest tavern or are we all so truly disagreeable to you?' she is still attempting to decipher what he thinks of her, but she knows it is no stretch of the imagination to assume he might harbor reservations about being wed to his cousin's widow.

'your family is a...complex one, but i think you may be mistaken if you think you can outrun them by drowning yourself in ale or wine ever night.'

[godresembled]

@intcthatgoodnight asked ❝ the clowns trying to kill us… that kind of sucks ❞

His eyes shut for a longer than needed blink before he turned his head to look at her. "You don't know anything about the clowns, do you?" he asks, perhaps a touch more exasperated than inquisitive.

[vaultfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / connor sent a meme. fallout.

“I didn’t have to kill him. I shouldn’t have, but I did.”

"For what it's worth, I'm pretty sure you just saved my life, so --" It was hard to tell if the ringing in her ears was from the adrenaline that was running through her or the report of the gunshot that echoed in her skull like a bell that had been rung one too many times. Taking in a small, gulped breath, Lucy grimaced as she pushed the raider's corpse off herself and sat up, hand reaching for the sawed off shotgun she'd dropped in the tousle. "Thanks, friend." It took another moment or two for her to steady herself enough to attempt to push herself up to her feet, her free hand reaching to attempt (rather futilely) to brush off the remnants of bone and blood and other things from the shoulder and chest of her vault suit. "Especially seeing as how, the longer I'm up here, the more I'm beginning to get the idea not a lot of people would risk their own neck to help a stranger." Disappointment clung to those words: she wasn't quite ready to write off all of humanity just yet, though.

[fightfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / anakin sent a meme.

“You are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”

"Ice 'as been fuck all thin for the last twenty years, or don't you remember global warming's what got this whole shit show rolling?" Sarcasm and bone deep weariness dripped from his words. "Though from the looks of it you might be too young to remember the way things were, before." A shift of his gaze to observe the two kids that were sat, huddled together, watching the two adults with studious eyes. "Listen, buddy, you want to make use of my truck, and my rations, you're going to have to knock that chip off your shoulder before someone, or something else around here does. Got it?"

[paralyziingfears]

@intcthatgoodnight wants a starter from lila to dexter.

[  ....  ]                all  that  plagued  lila's  mind  was  the  thought  of  dexter.  who  he  was,  what  made  him  so  fucking  addicting  ...  all  she  desired  was  to  be  with  him.  whether  that  be  next  to  him  or  on  top  of  him;  she  just  wanted  to  soak  in  everything  he  was.  the  mystery  that  surrounded  him  was  enough  to  keep  her  so  intrigued,  to  forget  about  everything  she  wanted  to  do  before  she  met  him  and  even  enough  to  make  her  forget  parts  of  herself.  she  was  so  obsessed  with  connecting  with  him  in  a  way  he  hasn't  connected  with  anyone  else.  she  wanted  to  be  THE  ONE  for  him  ...  she  just  had  to  find  a  way  in.

she  knew  deep  inside  she  shouldn't  have  shown  up  at  his  apartment  the  way  she  did  but  she  very  well  couldn't  just  show  up  at  rita's  house,  could  she?  they  weren't  there  just  yet.  with  a  smile  that  illuminated  her  face,  she  gains  a  pep  in  her  step  when  dexter  opens  the  door  to  reveal  her  presence.  she  takes  in  a  breath,  the  excitement  of  being  with  him  already  filling  her  up  with  an  unexplainable  sense  of  joy,  ❝  dexta  ...  as  your  sponsor,  i  insist  you  join  me  for  a  little  spree.  perhaps  lunch  by  the  pier  ?  i  also  need  to  acquire  some  new  pieces  for  my  art  project.  and  before  you  answer,  you  can't  say  no.  ❞

[deficd]

@intcthatgoodnight / Alia whispered, ❝ They’re looking to you to guide them to greatness, as only you can. Take them there. ❞

Deliverance slackens in his fingertips.

He can because he must.

He can't because he's no force of will-- just the whisperings of it.

Paul can see their father in her eyes. It's in the way she looks at him and through him, unto spectacles that even he can't quite see. Narrow paths have jutting, sharp edges that wound, and certainly Alia knows that. His capillaries expand with her encouragement, though he knows all too well it isn't quite that.

"I will."

Can't, won't, shouldn't; as automatic as breathing. Doesn't do that so well anymore, not unless it's burrowed in Spice. Like a tether that chokes.

A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it.

Sometimes it's easier to meld into Mentat in lieu of Bene Gesserit. Sometimes it's worthy.

Even when it hurts.

"But I want you to know, I'll appreciate any insight you have for me."

[hauntfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / lee

. "It's not often that we get even local law enforcement reaching out to us for assistance on a case," Lorraine admitted, gesturing the agent towards the kitchen table and chairs while she bustled about to get the tea started for them. "More often than not, our offers of help are met with ... well, let's just say, less then genial responses." A rueful smile accompanied those words, glancing back towards her unexpected guest briefly. "But then, I suspect this may not be an official request?"

[qapsiel]

@intcthatgoodnight ;; some meme somewhere Emma said: Fuck being the bigger person; I’m going to start biting people."

                            IT TOOK SOME GETTING USED TO after Castiel learned that Dean had not only a daughter but that said daughter is an Amazon. She doesn't seem hellbent on killing her father anymore, but that's in her blood, and Castiel is always a little careful around her, even if he tries to stay open-minded. It's not her fault that she was born as a monster, after all, and she suffered enough in Purgatory. Castiel has first-hand experience with how life was down there. "You're not a vampire," he says, "you can't just bite people. I've been told that showing your middle finger is a grave insult, which thus shouldn't be confused with the thumbs up. Try that."