"Unless your name is Julia, I wasn't talking about you, dear.
—Wait... you didn't change your name, did you?"
// @madamasque

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"Unless your name is Julia, I wasn't talking about you, dear.
—Wait... you didn't change your name, did you?"
// @madamasque
smash or pass
"Are you kidding? You've not only threatened to kill me but have tried- multiple times!"
"-smash."
ah yes, the idiot and the wheelchair. my bois // @madamasque
you're getting a starter, yolo @madamasque
It's been too many minutes, probably a full hour? But his mind, boy, it just won't stop. "Hey," Tony murmurs into the dark, truly hoping she's awake. "Am I the only one here having a staring contest with the ceiling?"
Dickhead
"Honestly? There are worse things. And that mouth of yours should be put to good use."
➽ @madamasque says ; Oh, you again. How many times do I have to tell you that purple really isn’t your colour?
"Crazy to say when you're still running around dressed like that. I mean what was the inspiration, Dr. Doom if he served cunt? Talk about trite." A severe little notch had been chiseled between her brows the moment she clocked the other, but now it smooths out a touch as the corner of her mouth twitches upward in amusement. Let the record show that a Kate zinger is for Kate before it's for anyone else.
"Purple isn't your color either, so don't get any ideas." Of course now, inconveniently, she's remembering the time they met poolside at a hotel — and trying very hard not to think about the bikini, or the lunch date with a stunning woman. Get out get out get out. "What are you doing here, anyway? Didn't anyone tell you it's creepy as hell to follow around a lady half your age?" Yeah, that'll show her.
🔪
send 🔪 to pick a fight with my muse.
there are shadows creeping along the walls, strangely horned and threatening as he watches her, his attention thoroughly secured. his twin blades are firmly in hand, one pointed levelly at her, as sharp as his tone, gaze dipping for just a moment to the ground between them in the gloomy warehouse to the scuffed tempad laying there. ( maybe there's an undercurrent of stress to his words, as well ─ )
❝ that is mine. ❞
✞ · @madamasque : / &. / continued from here.
huntress holds the stranger’s gaze unwaveringly, her eyes nonchalant even in the heat of the woman’s glare.
“i’m not repeating myself.”
deceptively nonchalant, as there is mild irritation, and the barely-suppressed urge to roll her eyes — or, well, repeat the offending phase, because it also isn’t her problem either if the lady hasn’t heard her the first — and only — time, because:
“i said what i said, loud and clear. keep up.”