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[mynameisamora]

the trouble with girls is it's never enough | Felicia & Amora

The alliance the Enchantress had embarked upon with the nefarious Madam Hydra admittedly had its perks, among those was access to such an abundance of files that the blonde did not care to ask how the extensive collection was obtained. It had been not hours ago that the willowy form had commandeered the single chair in the archives as emerald orbs poured over the information held within the flimsy paper folder that was opened on her lap, though ultimately, it was not the black print that held her attention. It was a picture; more accurately, a picture of a particular painting (one who's existence she had forgotten about until she had laid eyes on the photo that was now clutched between long fingers).

The file itself detailed an art theft, something trivial and insignificant that allowed the sorceress to have no qualms in letting the useless information leave her mind and settle among the dust in the room. It was piece located to the left of the one which had been stolen (presumably by HYDRA judging by the file) which had captured the Asgardian's interest as it was, quite simply, a portrait of her which had been done in the time period that the human's referred to as the Renaissance - she couldn't remember if they had given it the same name back then. It was strange, to feel compelled to take something that had been bestowed upon her as a gift from her past suitor even though she had placed it in storage not long after, to want what was rightfully hers returned to her. Amora was unable to quell the smirk that lifted the edge of her lipstick lined mouth; 

For when was she a woman who suppressed her urges? 

It was with that notion swimming leisurely around the forefront of her mind that the Asgardian found herself donning her usual attire of the tight garments (though she would say figure hugging) that some would have called her uniform as she made her way across the rooftops of the city as though a panther, moving as though she were one with the night that was gradually falling across the town. The fair haired female did not stop until she came across another figure, one that seemed familiar, not being bound by the limitations of time, it did not irritate her to wait a few more moments to continue with her endeavour. Curls cascaded across her shoulder as her head cocked slightly to the side in an attempt to recall the name associated with the halo of platinum blonde hair.

"'Licia? What has you out at this hour?" The curiosity that laced the question was mild, dancing throughout the wisps of the night air until it reached the other, Amora content to wait for an answer. A small voice weaved its way to the forefront of her mind, reminding her that the woman in question had a penchant for expensive objects and was currently trying to play the good guy as the goddess had mere months ago... It seemed there was a chance that the other woman could help her in her endeavour if her memory was correct.

Wasn't that what the good did? They helped.

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[bannerandthebeast]

little-black-kitty started following you

"I'm about ninety percent sure you shouldn't be in here," Bruce said with a faint smile, studying the young woman from the doorway of his lab. "Is there something I can help you with?"

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Claws Out (Flash + Felicia)

The place was nice, much nicer than he was used to. The last time he was in a bar, it was some hole in the wall dive where no one made eye contact unless they wanted a brawl, knocking back cheap whiskey to get drunk as quickly as possible. Felicia had more refined tastes, she always did. Everything had to be the highest quality. There was nothing out of her reach if she wanted it enough, she took it. Well, almost everything.

He stirred the straw around his soda, ice clinking against the sides of the glass. Their relationship was a difficult one. It had been perfect for a short time until he found out who she really was and couldn't handle it. God, who naive had he been back then. She had even proposed and all he could see was someone he'd never be able to keep up with, a lifestyle beyond him, a criminal who had used him to get at her real target. Or so he had thought at the time. Memories distorted with enough time, he wasn't sure any more why he'd been so sure it wouldn't work or why her nightly hobbies had put him off so much.

If she only knew the kind of monster he'd become since the last time they'd met. Flash sighed, playing with his straw again. Maybe it was a bad idea to meet her, was it possible to get past everything after so long? Could he even tell her all the shit that had happened in his life without scaring her off? Geez, why couldn't things just be simple.