#kilithearcher

[talon-dell-aquila]

“That was a workout.”

A sweat sheened chest rose and fell heavily for a few breaths, but a deep chuckle rumbled in his throat. Ezio cut a teasing gaze to his lover, brow lofted playfully as he rolled over to his side. "Does that mean I have worn you out? Too tired for another round?"

[ringletsandpearls]

@kili-the-archer

The rain poured heavily over the dusky starlit boulevard. Claudia wore her hooded cape, one she’d had since before that fateful fire at the Rue Royale, as she walked along it. She couldn’t catch cold and it was almost a hundred years out of fashion, but she still held an affinity towards them, like a child clinging to a security blanket.

Claudia knew how much of a child she could be at times in spite of her intellect and the years that weighed on her, and it was one of many things that made her wonder why. Was this just another effect of her curse -- that part of her should always remain a weak, pathetic little girl on the inside? Why did she need that comfort and security if she truly was a woman? If she wasn’t human? 

Madeleine, her makeshift mother, was lost to her. It was the cruelest irony that she died almost the exact same way Claudia had tried to kill her maker -- poisoned blood. The poor woman lived in a dream; though they both filled gaps for each other (lost mother, lost daughter), she could never be the companion she needed, and she could never be her little girl. Still, she cared for her enough to grieve. There was no one to help her with the body and give her a proper burial, so she had to leave her in that house. There was a part of her screaming to stay behind and cling to her, convince herself that she was asleep and would soon wake up as she decayed. 

It would only be a matter of time before the rent would be due and their landlord would discover that Claudia was quite alone in the apartment. She could have easily said Madeleine was out when he came to collect, but what if he were to snoop around and find out? She could have easily followed the old miser to his office and killed him, but then she’d have to pack up and leave immediately, and where could she go on her own looking no more than twelve? Such matters were why she needed a guardian, a protector she could live through. In spite of her loss and the sad fact that she had to do this at all, she was lucky there was one of her kind close by. 

She had seen him on the street with Madeleine, teased her for swooning over his ruggedly handsome looks, and asked if they could pay him a call to which she only laughed nervously and reminded her of how untrustworthy those others turned out to be. That distrust, the fear he would see her as an abomination and try to harm her, wasn’t the only thing that made Claudia feel apprehensive going to him. There was an embarrassment going back to feeling childish. She would have rather swam across the ocean to wherever her Louis was, not caring if she died along the way or if Armand and his troupe of morons were true to their word about killing her if she ever set foot in Paris again than practically beg a complete stranger for shelter.

She would have to swallow her pride, however bitter on her tongue it tasted. She had thought it over during the past two weeks she could manage in isolation and there didn’t seem to be another choice at the moment. Her other plan required precious time she couldn’t waste biding anymore and outside help. 

When Claudia reached the house, she took a deep breath before pushing open the unlocked ivy-covered gate and walking up to the door. She knocked with more strength than her little body appeared to carry, more strength than she intended. 

[benevolentgodloki]

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[rivalrus]

     Barren alternatives notwithstanding, the homely charm of the only bar in town wasn't entirely lost amidst his seasoned patronage at its many predecessors. Individuality and character were aplenty but the passing years were cruel to the memory of humble modest areas that had yet to know the corrosive conquest of skyscrapers and lofty apartment complexes, expunged like an irritant mark and ever susceptible to urbanization's  puissant  plague. Nursing a chilled pint of domestic beer at the counter beneath the warm lighting and  novelty  decor struck a chord with him and fostered an inorganic sense of homeliness within as the lull of his surroundings enveloped him with nonpartisan warmth; whether of lasting impression or not, the small-town  magnetism  was unlike any other ..

                             -------- especially where familiar faces were concerned.

     ❝ Took me a while, but I think I've finally placed you. ❞   Roguish grin freshly polished in the epiphany's aftermath, a marked tap at the varnished surface in front of him vehemently campaigned for the bartender's attention and bridged the brewing suspense of forthcoming explication, ❝ Not a lot of people on dirt bikes around here. From what I've seen in passing, though, yours looks like it'd be a smooth ride. ❞

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[thebrokengodofmischief]

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Loki hadn’t said anything since he was defeated, not putting up any fight as he was cuffed and lead out of the tower and to a more secure SHIELD facility. He didn’t look up from his clasped hands and moved when he was told to.

Once the cell door was sealed behind him he leaned against the wall before sliding down to the floor and there he let out a long sigh of relief. 

His mind was his own now, his ‘masters’ didn’t end up getting the Tesseract and he had also lost the scepter. Perhaps his plan for failure could have gone a bit smoother but these humans played quite easily into his hands. Wanting to believe his twisted words, well, he had never had an easier time lying. 

Looking down at the cuffs on his wrist, they were heavy and Asgardian. Etched with runes to restrain his magic, but it wasn’t uncomfortble; yet. Soon Thor would come and take him home, he would be possibly executed and then there would be nothing but peace for him. In all actuality he was looking forward to it. They didn’t want to see the good in him so there was no point in defending himself. 

The pounding in his head from the Hulk slamming him into the floor several times, was just starting to lure him off into sleep when he heard shuffling footsteps. Quietly creeping up on him and if he was human he wouldn’t have heard them. Sighing he opened his eyes only to see Kili; the man he had utilized on his suicide mission. 

Raising a quizzical brow he looked at him. Clearly he was no longer under the control of his magic and the scepters hold, so why was he here? “Come to get justice for yourself before I’m carted away?” He asked slyly, but his voice was weak and he clearly didn’t have the strength to follow through with any threats he might alter convey.

[sandersonsrunningamok]

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The two younger Sanderson sisters traipsed through the woods with baskets swinging from their arms.  Mary was too polite to say anything, but her lopsided lips were pursed in irritation.  Anyone’s would be, if they had to hear their little sister chanting spell ingredients for the past half hour.  Winifred had demanded they remember what they needed, but this wasn’t quite what Mary had in mind.

“Hemlock, mandrake, vervain, wormwood!  Hemlock, mandrake, vervain, wormwood!  Hemlock, mandrake, vervain, wormwood!”  Sarah sang, bouncing through the thick underbrush.  She didn’t have a care in the world about the twigs catching on her hair and her skirt.  She just kept right on chanting.

“Careful, Sister Sarah, we approach the forest path!  There may be mortals about!” Mary hissed.  It was true, but she was mostly cautioning Sarah to get her to be quiet.

To her chagrin, Sarah only dropped her voice to a whisper.  “Hemlock, mandrake, vervain, wormwood…”  Her bouncing upset the basket of herbs and toadstools she’d already collected, and she fell to her knees to gather them up, still chanting.

Until, of course, her grasping hands reached worn black leather.  “Hemlock—“  She looked up and her face lit up.  “A man!” she squealed.  

“Oh, boy,” Mary sighed.  Here she goes again.

[nomadiiccc]

[ @kili-the-archer ]

.       several months have passed since the asgardians arrived on midgard seeking asylum, and yet loki still can feel the ever-watchful eyes of SHIELD on him every day. it wouldn’t surprise him to find that they have him on hidden surveillance in addition to his ‘handler’, the agent assigned to him to be sure his intentions are truly as innocent as they seem.

         loki’s poised to release a mildly scathing remark when he senses kili’s presence, but he pauses when he sees the agent’s appearance is not congruent with his usual vitality. ❝ agent? are you well? ❞ his voice is tinged with concern; as irritating as it may be to have an appointed babysitter, at least this man isn’t completely intolerable.

[intolerablexsacrifice]

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Stroking a thumb over his lips is almost guaranteed to make him a little (metaphorically) weak at the knees, particularly if his cheek/jaw is being cupped in the hand at the same time. Like all things, it depends on the context and wouldn’t be effective coming from someone he wasn’t otherwise attracted to/comfortable with etc, but. JAZZHANDS. THERE Y’GO.