#moonreflected

[runlikehcll]

@moonreflected | lyric sc

no love lost - joy division

❝ Transmitters hidden in the walls, so they know everything you say is true. ❞

[theconstableodo-blog]

Continued from here: 

Nerves abound in the Constable after his desire is given voice. Most of him is expecting a hard no. After all, the Changelings aren’t exactly the friendliest towards solids. And the Major has very little love for those she considers to be bigots--a group his people tend to meet the criteria of. But he is also aware of the Major’s moments of complete selflessness, and it is that which gives her answer. 

“Well, to be perfectly honest, I’m a bit confused as to how the whole,” his tone becomes strained in his embarrassment, “changeling reproduction thing works, too. I imagine, however, that my parents are in there somewhere--the Link, that is. I’m not even sure if they know. If it’s possible to know. Or if it’s even two. It could be one. It could be all.” 

Odo wrings his hand for a moment, and then crouches in front of her, his hands slowly taking hers in his own. “But . . . I want them to know you. Not my idea of you--my memories of you. Maybe if they can just see that it’s possible for a stable relationship to exist between my people and yours . . .” He drifted off. He hoped it might change their minds. But his people--like himself--were stubborn. 

“I know it may seem risky. But they won’t hurt me, and you can be sure I’m not going to let them hurt you either.” His voice becomes sharp, the mere idea of it inspiring a quick-burning flame of anger. “So,” he calmed, clearing his throat, “what do you think? Up for a trip to the Gamma Quadrant?” 

@moonreflected

[samenkomen]

frustration    comes     to    a    slow    boil.                irritated    in    her    own    right.                for   she    had    never    taken    shirley’s    camera.               uninterested    in    the    fascination    her    sister    held    for    capturing    images.               keeping    them    in   albums             &               fawning              over    them   for    the    rest    of    her    life.                  the    middle    child    rolling    her    eyes    in    a    slight    huff    at    her    sister’s    continued    insistence.                   “i    didn’t    take   your    stupid    camera    !”                      she    shouts.                       brows    narrowed    angrily    whilst    gloved    hands    ball    into   tiny    fists    of    fury.               “i    bet    you    didn’t    even    ask    the    others.”     

@moonreflected   !                                /  /                                         CONT. 

[lovebleda2]

     HEAD  TILTS  CURIOUSLY  TO  THE  SIDE.  “you’re  the  girl  everyone  has  been  whispering  about.  sabrina  spellman.  the  one  who  refused  to  sign  her  name  to  the  dark  lord”,  camilla  states,  though  it  sounds  much  like  questioning  --  it  is  the  way  she  was  taught  to  speak,  always  doubting  everything  and  daring  people  to  contradict  her.  “what’s  so  bad  about  this  dark  lord  of  yours  that  you  won’t  sign?  last  i  checked,  he  saved  me.”

@moonreflected    :    sc.

[krys4lis]

you're nice to talk to me. i don't have anyone to talk to. amy for ephram!

he's quickly taken aback by her statement: amy may not have had the best year, but she was still the most popular girl in school, everwood's golden girl. could her grief really be that bad to have forgotten how everyone still worshipped the ground she walked on? himself included?

a hybrid between a scoff and a laugh awkwardly leaves his lips, ❝ i highly doubt that. it'd be the coincidence of the century for bright, laynie and every other girl on the debate and choir teams to have all combusted into thin air simultaneously. ❞ he shrugs, taking a bite off his chicken sandwich like it’s simple math. ❝ and besides, you make hanging out with you sound like torture. just because you're grieving it doesn't mean you've turned into an unbearable pesky grandma, just so you know. ❞ a pause. then, with a roguish smile creeping in: ❝ if anything, it only makes you more like me. ❞

[tyrande-d-joestar]

[coeurdechiot]

@moonreflected asked: "i can't do this without you."

400 random dialogue prompts. // accepting.

”Come here." She's still halfway delirious, hopped up on morphine and the hole in her abdomen far from fully healed. Even in this state, though, she knows Cosima shouldn't be here. If it isn't safe for Krystal, it’s even less so for her. But, Delphine - she'd nearly died, and the one person she'd been ready to lay down her life to protect is standing right in front of her, begging for her to stay. She can't find it in herself to be strong any more, to push Cosima away again, even if she should. Not today.

Taking Cosima’s hand when she comes close enough to reach, Delphine presses a weak kiss to the back of it; she holds it to her heart when she finally speaks again. “Je suis désolée... Mon cœur, tu n'es jamais seule. You won’t have to. You always have me. Je te le promets.”

[coeurdechiot]

@moonreflected asked: "don't treat me like a child."

400 random dialogue prompts. // accepting.

"That's not -" Angrily, Delphine bites down on her own words. They won't help, not when Cosima gets like this. "I don't think you're a child! I'm just -" Scared. Petrified. But she can't say that. Not when Cosima is the one already fighting for her life every single day. "Just... worried. Your symptoms have only been worsening lately, and inadequate rest certainly doesn't help." Softening slightly, Delphine runs a hand through her hair with a sigh. “I am not trying to mother you. I just want to see you well, Cosima. That’s all.”