#klarsynt

[seesgood]

i said i would handle it.

" okay , and you didn't have to . because like i said , i got it . " she can't tell if he's genuinely upset , or just worried about her . but either way , it kicks her into a defensiveness that isn't warranted for the situation . especially considering he's probably right to be annoyed . her methods were a bit risky . and , well , not entirely thought out . but she got the information she needed , didn't she ? in the end , that matters more than anything else .

[terr1fy]

she's learned that vulnerability often means danger. someone finding the weakest parts of her and using them against her. so, clarice starling has always hidden those parts from the world, keeping them away from those who were putting their nose to the ground and constantly hunting for them. she'd done the same to emil, at the start, but as she strips the blood stained clothes from her body, wondering how many steps it was to the light switch she so desperately wanted to flick off, she realized how things have changed. which might scare her more than she would ever let on.

she takes a moment to watch him take his clothes off, noticing that a lot of the blood had soaked through his shirt and stained his skin. clarice vaguely knows about how emil feels - she wouldn't be surprised if he was thinking about ripping his skin off his body, in this moment. but she would take care of that. finally, she steps out of her slacks, folds her clothes neatly on the counter, despite them needing to be washed. she fights the urge to cross her arms over her chest, hide her body and her scars from a man who had them, too, as she steps into the hot water behind him. 'close your eyes,' clarice murmurs, a hint of insecurity in her tone, though she's reaching for soap and water. 'i'll get your face first,' @klarsynt.

[stilloves-arc1]

starter for Emil Kindell.

she might actually die. because this hangover is going to kill her. and it's not even just her head. well, it's a different kind of ache in her body, that almost feels delicious. sore, but good. still, everything is a little bit fuzzy from last night. shots in the bar, met a guy . . . and now her head might explode. dares to crack open one eye and yeah, it's bright. too bright. but before she close her eyes again, there's this small thing she notice. and no, it's not the guy next to her. that's not too unusual. and they're in vegas, it happens. no, the thing that catches her attention is the silver band on her ring finger. blink a few times before lifting a little, up on an elbow to get a closer look, brows furrow ever so little.

@klarsynt

[warplanet]

wanna rp?

yes x 100000000000000

[espurreso]

❛  if you're going, at least look me in the eyes and say goodbye.  ❜

cat’s hand lingered on the doorknob like it burned her,  the weight of the moment anchoring her in place even as everything inside her screamed to flee.  behind her,  his voice cracked the air — low,  strained,   &  too close to something that could make her stay.  she didn’t flinch.  not visibly.  but her eyes fluttered shut for a beat,  like maybe that could undo the way he was looking at her.  she turned,  slow  &  deliberate,  her expression unreadable but undeniably raw.  she didn’t owe him anything — not an explanation,  not even this — but she gave it anyway,  because he’d been the one place she let herself unravel. 

❝you were never the part i wanted to say goodbye to. ❞ her voice was quiet,  but steady,  laced with something more complicated than tenderness — something dangerous,  something true.  she didn’t move,  didn’t blink,  just watched him,  like she was daring him to stop her,  or worse,  let her go. 

[saltcheck]

a little spice for @klarsynt

The noise of the shower running from the other room was enough to peak her interest. The warmth of the water paired with his presence was alluring, the smile pulled onto her features at the thought. Her own clothes were shrugged off as she made her way into the bathroom, moving with ease into the already running shower.

First she let her fingers run down his back with ease. When they were finally low enough, her hands ran against his sides until her arms wrapped around him from behind.

"I'll wash your back if you wash mine," she teased before she placed a series of kisses down his spine.

[stilloves]

eventually, they knew this day would come. where living on the farm, it wasn't enough. where the small missions wouldn't be enough anymore. where taking down tantalus was the only option. and she'd hoped perhaps dahlia would be older by then. that she could take care of herself if it came down to it. but it was happening now. it was happening today & in an hour or so, she'd leave with freya. which, something she looked forward to. because she wants this to be done. she wants it to end. and at one point she wants to be free of this place. always be grateful for the fact they took her in when she needed it. ( even if she knew it was more because of emil and mags, than from the goodness of their heart. ) but it would never feel safe to her. it hasn't become home to her.

there's a small grunt when pulled along, and maybe she shouldn't be surprised. he'd always worn his feelings on the outside, and there were a lot of them. most of which, she didn't quite know how to deal with. this tho ? the frantic hands and the way lips are on hers a second after the door close, it's not hard to understand. she feels it too, even if she doesn't allow herself to drown in it. the fear of not coming back. the fear of something going wrong. the fear that yes, this might be the last time she feels him. hears him. that everything would change for the worse after today. her arms drift up to wrap around the back of his neck, pushing up on tippy toes while pulling herself closer, teeth nipping at his bottom lip. " are you concerned ? " it's a low murmur between them after a few moments, hint of a smile tugging at the corner of lips.

my muse kisses your muse like it’s the last time they’ll ever get the chance. emil kindell & willow acar. ( @klarsynt. )

[stilloves-a]

it's that look she gives him. it's almost reflex the way it happens, when he ask for a little more. when it's a little less just doing this for their daughter and more because he wants to spent time with her. one that cross between being perplex, annoyance and that slight hint of vulnerability that's snuck in the last couple of months. this thing she is trying to figure out how to handle . . . and where handle doesn't mean lashing out. she knows there's these feelings for emil. something that's been there for quite some time now. something that didn't allow her to pull the trigger, that first time they met, after he escaped. something that keeps bringing her back, and it's not just their daughter. it's whatever this is between them. it's what solidified after she left the farm, after him and mags came after her. there's a press of lips, for only a moment as dark gaze slowly trickle across him, before there's a small nod of her head.

𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 : from @klarsynt ( emil kindell. ) ⤷ stay with me tonight.