#millionwoes

[withpromise-a]

@millionwoes​​​ : ❛ i  haven’t  been  resting.  i  can’t  sleep. ❜

generally, those  go  hand-in-hand.  sixton  doesn’t  say  it,  but  he  does  think  it  as  he  prepares  some  tea  for  them  to  drink.  he’s  been  doing  that  more  often——it’s  nice,  is  the  thing.  for  a  long  time,  it  had  only  been  devlin  &  him.  now  he  has  ...  friends.  he  had  them  before,  but  he’s  never  felt  the  compulsion  to  continue  their  friendship  outside  of  the  context  of  work  before.  it’s  different  with  them——of  course  it  would  be,  but  it  feels  poignant  to  state  anyway.

❛ i  do  have  a  few  options  for  that, ❜  he  says,  pouring  a  cup  for  her.  there  are  bags  underneath  his  eyes.  sixton  doesn’t  turn  to  sleep  for  solace,  so  the  only  avenue  he’s  had  for  an  outlet  is  work,  work  &  even  more  work.  he  didn’t  think  he’d  like  being  so  active,  but  it’s  better  than  the  alternative.  he  dreams  of  rotting  faces  if  he  stands  still  too  long.  sees  the  moment  they  lost  every  trace  of  guinevere  in  the  little  microcosms  of  rest  as  he  threatens  to  nod  off.   ❛ of  course,  i  do  have  an  open  ear  if  that  might  help  instead. ❜

[vcrtigoes-a]

he wished he could say it was the first time he was walked in on this way, crouched and using his entire weight as leverage to force the latches shut on a violently thrashing suitcase. this one, at least, didn’t contain a book as much as some bizarre primordial ooze from the darkest depths, and this intrusion was witnessed by someone far less ... visibly friendly-looking, but what else was his life but a series of supernatural struggles by this point. for superiors to witness or otherwise.

slightly winded but victorious, mike peeled off the heavy leather gloves he’d put on as a wise precautionary measure and huffed a few strands of hair from his eyes. forced shut, it seemed to be vibrating, if only imperceptibly. 

 “ you had some question or something right? sorry, my hands got a little ... full, there. ” 

@millionwoes​ ( adelaide ) / short starters 

[wurmbabe]

icb that me & my partner getting together can be traced back to catboy jona.h magn.us which is the level of comedy of errors that would make shakespeare proud.

[preciousdark]

“ what do you see when you look into my eyes? ” — for catarina, from addie

          a crooked index finger presses against the chin of the woman to tilt her head—a gentle nudge, more for show and their own amusement—until the eyeline completes, faces as parallel as they would be at equal heights;  as is, ms. crowley towers over aer, a foot above where golden curls reach their heighest point—there’s a distance between them longer than catarina would prefer for this game, but sacrifices must be made, on occasion. a twinkle on pale blue eyes, they search and study the eyes for familiar ground. perhaps too literally, or wanting to seem so, than intended, but ae’ll take metaphorical familiarity just as gladly if there’s something in the look ae gets back that would tell what crowley would have them know. it’s a lie, a little bit, that eyes are the windows to the soul;  people usually mean expression. the eyes themselves usually change very li—

          or perhaps not too literally at all.  there’s a look in catarina’s eyes, of surprise, and then a cat pinning its focus on a target, as a small, familiar little colouration pattern clicks into place, too obscure for decades of genetics to easily explain.  ( not out of the question, perhaps, if only highly improbable—in a mortal life, catarina would’ve accepted the explanation against the impossible alternative, but the last five centuries have taught aer to never treat the impossible with certainty. )  a smirke, a smile, and finally, a response.     “  i’m not easily surprised, miss jones.  ”

i reblogged a couple of memes.     @millionwoes​​​

[broughtflowers]

@millionwoes /  post episode starter call. / beau 

“we should get some of that blood off of your face.” 

it wasn’t her but she can still feel it: the way lucien’s hand had closed around her throat, the way he had raised her in the air. imposed over it the image of an unknown woman’s last moments as they stumbled upon him for the first time, imposed over that vess, dead. if things come in threes she does not want to see it. if things come in threes she refuses to let it be one of them. 

“i have a bit of healing left. if it’s not enough, we can bully fjord.” she tries to inject some lightness into that, but she can’t find it and it falls flat. she’s not sure fjord even has any left, but she’s been hoarding hers. just in case. “the eye, is it - “ she steals a glance at her hand. “is it?” does it hurt, is it doing anything, has it changed?  she rubs a hand over her jaw. “i’m sorry. you probably just want to sleep.” 

[acemenagerie-a]

❝ maybe there are secret passages behind the walls and corridors. ❞ — for gertrude, from michael shelley

The Sheridan Tapes Starters || ACCEPTING

“Good thought, Michael,”  Gertrude replied absently, scanning an old bookcase.  Investigating with Michael was a bit troublesome as keeping up the innocent old woman bit was tricky when she was actually trying to get something done.  But she had to accompany her assistants sometimes to make sure that would feel normal.

The house itself was a dead end, but somewhere was supposed to be a journal that could be useful.  If she could just lay eyes on the thing....

[huntloyalty]

Starter for @millionwoes for Michael;

Daisy had been trying to ignore the doors that just appeared around this place since she’d got back from the Buried. When she was with Jon that was easy enough to do, he knew which doors were the ones from the Distortion and which were the real ones from the Archives without even having to think about it. She was catching on too, although too slowly for her taste, but was mostly just going through doors that were already open as a fail-safe method. Basira had caught on to what she was doing, probably unsurprisingly, just leaving a trail of open doors after her without drawing any attention to it. She appreciated the thought, even if she felt helpless that they had to cater to her. She was stronger than this.

Still, she knew she couldn’t ignore it all forever. Those strange doors were always there, like they were waiting for her out of the corner of her eyes. She’d ventured to the break room, having offered to get Basira a drink since she’d seen that the path to the kettle had been clear. What she hadn’t seen was a door that wasn’t usually there, cracked open as if it wanted her to step through.

However even like this she refused the notion that she was stupid, and definitely not stupid enough to venture through this unknown door. Instead, she called out to it, a short greeting that wouldn’t have sounded strange if someone overheard her shouting into the unknown corridor, “Hello?”

[huntloyalty]

Started for @millionwoes​ for Martin;

The Magnus Archives never quite sat right with Daisy with its existence being almost exclusively underground, dark and dingy, but she knew she had to deal with it especially considering the situation she’d let herself get into. It wasn’t like she could just ignore Elias with what he knew about her, however he knew it and so she was stuck here, answering his whims and leads about where the avatars of the Stranger were and chasing them down. That, at least, was something she could enjoy. Following leads and finding out where people were was something that she was good at, something that came instinctively to her. She understood why he’d picked her for this task but the quiet moments where she had to lurk around the Archives and wait didn’t come easily to her at all.

She had been killing time in the Archives break room for a while, making her coffee last as long as she could do when the familiar bumbling form of Martin entered the room. As surly as she knew she could be, she couldn’t ignore someone right in front of her.

“Alright,” she greeted, hoping that he wouldn’t take it as an invitation to start too much of a conversation but also knowing that likely would be the case. Compared to her, Martin definitely seemed to feel a lot more emotions, and there was a lot going on for him to feel things about. She wouldn’t be surprised if he took her greeting as encouragement for him to start talking about how the Archive staff were doing with their research on the Stranger. Which, if she was honest, she did want to know a little about, if only to make sure that Basira wasn’t in too deep with all of this.