#legioniss

[shacklda]

proposes with a ring pop

“Zoya! I....” 

Well, this was awkward. How does she say this?? “I’m. I’m flattered by the offer but I’m... already..... married.”

[shacklda]

@legioniss​ zoya: having a CRISIS

chief:

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🌻

new ask game send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want

i do not believe in astrology things i think they don’t dictate anything in life but that being said they can be so much fun just to have fun because everyone hating on geminis, as a gemini myself, is so fucking funny-

[shacklda]

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed

Up. Down. Up. Down. This pattern repeated for about thirty seconds before exhaustion kept her head against the pillow without Zoya’s hand to put it there. And the soreness between legs making itself known was what made her rethink giving her little escape another go.

Still. It didn’t stop her mouth from running.

“Come on, I’m... I’m already late, Zoya.” Her voice came out whinier than she intended, still half asleep but that didn’t stop her responsibilities from calling to her. And as cozy and as warm the bed and Zoya were... She’d have to be up eventually. Limping, or otherwise. Fuck, was she gonna have a limp. “You know... You know I’m your Chief right? That.. That’s still binding even after.... Ev-Everything.”

[shacklda]

♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them

♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them

“Please put me down,” came a mutter feebler than she was counting on, but it wasn’t like anyone could blame her for that. It was a weird feeling, her feet hanging quite literally in the air - nothing but Zoya’s grip around the back of her shirt keeping her suspended. 

The cool air of the night blowing against exposed skin thanks to her top hiking up made her shiver, yet somehow her face made it feel like she was on fire.

She hadn’t even tried to fight it, knowing that would only get her a torn shirt and not much else. And sure, there were the shackles but this was hardly the time nor place to use those... Plus, if she were being honest, Zoya carrying her from trouble like this really... stripped her of courage. The limp way she hung there showed it.

“ .... I can walk myself.”

[shacklda]

[  WAKE UP  ]  *  your muse tries waking my muse up with kissing and touching.

[  WAKE UP  ]  *  your muse tries waking my muse up with kissing and touching.

Ever since ‘waking up’, the Chief has found that one thing was absolutely true with this job. And that was sleep was a privilege she shouldn’t refuse. If she wasn’t being sent out on missions, dealing with problems that rose in the MBCC, or being yanked this way or that... she was in bed. Unfortunately, being able to lie down and actually doze off at normal hours was very rare. Either she caught an hour or two right before morning or none at all. Only on her day offs was she able to catch up.

In fact, if it wasn’t Nightingale making her rest, it was Zoya. The Chief couldn’t say who was more stubborn in that regard, but she had to have dozed off too long if this time, she was being roused awake from a (thankfully) dreamless sleep and not being tucked into it.

Though, she couldn’t be that upset by it. It was... quite the way to wake up.

“What... Wha...” Eyes refused to open, but she could already picture the woman hovering over her, piercing gaze and confident expression. And warm, sweet lips that were now pecking at her own between groggy syllables. Strong, firm hands that were as gentle as ever as they roamed her body, massaging the right spots and helping relieve the soreness from previous night’s escapades. 

“I’m aw....ake.....awake...” No, she wasn’t. The poking and prodding only served to make her melt even more into the mattress. Could she die happy like this? Well, there were definitely worse ways to go.

[shacklda]

@legioniss​ “....... I’m good.” Or she can sit on your back, Zoya while you do push ups! Please there is no upper body strength to be found here.

[shacklda]

[ text ] : if you’re straight you are SO BAD AT IT

Bzzt, bzzt.

Phone hummed in her pocket, automatically prompting free hand to fumble for it while the other scrawled her signature on what had to be the fiftieth document in one sitting. (Her hand was starting to cramp). 

Gaze flickered down to screen. Wait. Huh?

[text]: Zoya. [text]: How’d you get my number?