#nctionwevemade

[skepticreal]

                    “ SO WHAT DO YOU THINK of your father? ”          the man in question has left the home to pick dinner up for all of them, for today is special: it’s their first family dinner. scully can’t help but to smile at her daughter.

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@nctionwevemade continued from ( X )

“There are only a few things in this world that SCARE me, Moira. Dying is ONE of them, yes, but it’s a tricky thing.”

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@nctionwevemade  /  MYKA

            Nikola glances around the burgeoning shelves curiously, cataloging the differences since his last encounter with the Warehouse. The place is horridly out of date, and he wonders when they’d last bothered to update well... anything. It’s no wonder that he’s been asked to repair the Tesla Coil himself.             When footsteps stop behind him he turns from his view, lips pulling into a self-assured smirk as he takes stock of the dark-haired agent who enters the cramped office space.             “ I take it you’re my escort, then? “

[makedaxamgreatagain]

She knows they shouldn't, that things between them have changed, that she shouldn't want this anymore. She also knows there's a chance Rhea will reject her. Honestly, Alura wouldn't blame her. But she has to try. She has to try because even after all they've been through, part of her heart still burns for this woman. So she steps forward and, promptly forgetting whatever it is they've been arguing about, kisses the other fully and passionately.

The level of rage she sought to unleash , it was unable to be PROPERLY described in the heat of the moment when --- not only had she laid eyes on a GHOST OF HER PAST , but to be approached by her ... kissed by her ... she felt as though she was going to IMPLODE from the inside out . Nails sink into the warm flesh of her palms , creating tiny crescent moons that almost draw blood ( kryptonian poison ) , but Rhea forced herself to restrain herself JUST ENOUGH . She didn’t know what she was more angry about --- the fact that she was alive , that she had to see HER again after their last conversation all those years ago , or that she was still so bothered by Alura , still ...           How good this warmth felt , how the taste of sweet memory poured through her being without resistance ... and she was WELCOMING it . 

Tears pricked her eyes as hands immediately rush to rest on Alura’s shoulders , knocking her back with one FORCEFUL push . “ You have --- ” kiss-swollen lips spoke with a faint quiver , a tone that was on the BRINK of teetering between regality and anguish cracked within her words , “ NO RIGHT to even lay a hand on me . Not after what you said last , ALURA ZOR-EL . Not ---” Another rattle of her voice , a clear sign of her fractured heart tearing apart further , “ NOT AFTER WHAT YOU DID . ”

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[agentbadass-archived-blog]

saving will byers from that land of snot   &  destruction was probably the most important thing she’d ever done.   after the death of her sister, or what the newspapers classified as a death, she had given up hope that she was capable of saving anybody.    why had she joined the police force  ?   for the chance to do better, to be better.   joyce byers had given her that chance.   the kiss only lasted a moment, but it felt like a century to alex.   it was warm   &   slightly chapped, but wonderful all the same.   humming, she pulled away, but didn’t take her hands off of joyce’s cheeks.    ❝     i’m..   sorry.   i didn’t mean to make any assumptions.   feel free to slap me if i was out of line.    ❞

JOYCE BYERS.   /    CONT. 

[agentbadass-archived-blog]

a tragedy like will byers’ death would surely leave the mother of the boy shaken up a bit.   alex couldn’t exactly relate, but she could do her best to listen to the things she was saying  ;   the things everyone else were ignoring.   gently, she stepped onto joyce’s front porch, knocking slowly on the door.   the agent had heard rumors of the woman   &   how she’d strung christmas lights up in her house to try   &   communicate with her dead son   -----    who she didn’t really believe was dead.    when the door opened, alex painted a small, genuine smile on her lips in greeting.    ❝     ms. byers  ?   my name is alex.   i was wondering if i could have a minute of time.   ❞

JOYCE BYERS.    /    here u go, a random thing.

[agentbadass-archived-blog]

the fact that eliza had gone to the terrible trouble of calling moira, just went to show that she was exaggerating.   a grunt escaped her throat before she eyed the blonde, shaking her head.    ❝     moira, i appreciate your concern, but i’m fine.   i’ll start sleeping better soon.   but in order to do that, i need to get through this first.    ❞

MOIRA QUEEN.    /    CONT.