#lasbruxas

[skyedaisy]

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He found her at one of the windows, staring down at a planet that looked as dead as ever. Murphy wasn't silent as he walked up to her, knowing she hated being startled. He came to a stop besides her, his eyes studying the well-worn sight of a world they hoped to get back to one day.

"So, give it to me straight: can you get us back down there, or not?"

[prodigal-hargreeves-archive]

@lasbruxas

She had spent hours, lost in a trance as the vibrations swirled around her, through her, swaying against her in a gentle, ever coaxing breeze. It whispered kind words she’d never heard before like you’re special and the wind loves you, needs you. She was loved and special. These thoughts were the only thing that mattered to her as she channeled the new power through her violin. The control with which she stroked against the strings and frets was a force all its own and no one could touch her. She could create a barrier between herself and anyone who dared intrude using nothing more than the wind at her fingertips. And Allison did dare.

She blanched; Vanya noted the brief flash of horror on her face, the realization that something so amazing lay dormant in her boring, ordinary sister an affront to her pride. Not even her forced smile could bandage the years of damage that led to the predictable exchange between them. Vanya wanted something, to play along, go on a mission, practice a song for the all-too-busy heroes and Allison turned away. They all had, so many times. Nothing would change that. If she stood with walls of music raised when Allison entered, that sense of control crumbled quickly under her attacks. 

Vanya felt her stomach clench as Allison started to attack Leonard, the very man who had put those sweet thoughts in her head for the first time. She clenched her eyes closed and forced herself to remember the music (you’re special and the wind loves you). He had brought her powers to life. He loved her. Yet how had he known that she had this in her? She felt a whirlwind of contradictions rush through her, no longer within her control. “But I love him,” she managed in a terrified creak. The tears began to well in her eyes and she hid her face, clenched herself tightly closed like a fist, ready to strike. She couldn’t hear a word Allison was saying, until she said love. (you’re special and the wind loves you). “He sees me. He knows me Allison.” She would think Vanya was nuts; the cracks in her logic deepening as another whirlwind of doubt cycled. How had he known? “Even if he is whoever you say he is, he loves me. I can’t leave him Allison,” she admitted, wide eyes filled with dread as another eerie breeze began to stir.

[unlikelyescapes]

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Kaz can’t get anything done when she’s around.

He can’t help but glance over at every flicker of motion in his peripheral vision. When she reaches for another handful of scraps to toss to the crows. When she shifts position. When her hair falls across her forehead.

When he’s completely lost his place in the bookkeeping and gives up.

He rises and settles himself on the windowsill beside her, his gaze turned out onto his city, keenly aware that his knee is less than a hand’s breadth from her ankle.

“You don’t have to feed them,” he says, just to say something. But don’t stop. “They’ll scavenge on their own.”

[asynjja-moved]

                 ❛ &. ┊ It certainly must have looked like something, the dark fabric of her clothing hanging off of her slender frame soaked and reeking, undeniably, like a concoction of beer and spirits. But at least wasn’t there a hint of blood on marble features -- or perhaps had the rain just washed it away. Obvious was, at least, the unfortunate situation she found herself in. “ I might... ” pronunciation sharp, lips tugged upward ever so subtly into an apologetic grin that requested, with big shining eyes, a new shirt perhaps, “ ...have gotten myself into trouble tonight. ”

@lasbruxas. sc. * based on randomised lyrics.

[killreagan]

fuck yes (from maria)

ᴘᴜᴛ ‘ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴇs ‘ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴀsᴋ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴍɪɴᴇ ( ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ )

     ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀɪᴀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴄᴜs ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs . Far from experienced in anything pertaining to love , or the act making of it . And she was rather ravenous . Sometimes he worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep up . He was rarely if ever confident in his abilities . After all , everything always seemed to go wrong . Whether it be his own fault , or those around him .Fingers brushed her cheeks . “ Are you sure ? I haven’t ruined it yet ? ”

@lasbruxas ( maria )

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@lasbruxas

“Home is such a lonely place without you. Home is such a lonely place.”  

[sintragedy]

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“You know, Allison, I’m really starting to think maybe you don’t like me.” Klaus said; his tone as facetious but otherwise unreadable as always. Of course, he’d been completely unbearable two minutes before so of course it was cause for anyone’s irritation.