#nightqueentm

[titansaints]

❛  you  have  to  be  a  bit  of  a  liar  to  tell  a  story  the  right  way.  ❜ ( kc @ amelia )

"So are you admitting that you're a bit of a liar then? Cos you tell every story the right way." Amelia is okay poking fun at KC when it's regarding silly things like this. She'd never say anything to hurt him on purpose. It'd wound her to do so. "I wish I could tell stories like you. Maybe that'd require me to live for centuries, so I'd have plenty of material.” Granted she probably has quite a bit of material already. Being experimented on with fringe magic by your father, and all the aftermath, is quite a story in of itself. 

[flosreas-a]

@nightqueentm  asked:     [ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. ( chrys ... )

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘  𝐃𝐀𝐘,    𝐈𝐓  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒,    𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐓  &  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄  𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑.    it's  the  most    delightful    part  about  this  mission---    it  pays  in  so  many  ways.    from  the  breathtaking  scenes  to  the  friends  they  make  along  the  way...    getting  to  witness  the  impact  they  have  on  the  development  of  humanity...    aurea  finds  herself  nowadays  hoping  they  can  stay  here  forever,    even  after  the  deviants  have  gone.

most  importantly?    she's  found  herself  wanting  to  spend  that  forever  with  another.    eyes  drift  shut,    a  deep  breath  taking  in  the  fresh  mountain  air  as  the  setting  sun  warms  her  skin.    the  footsteps  that  come  from  behind  her  are  ones  she's  learned  well---    she  know's  chrys'  approach  far  too  well,    to  the  point  her  heart  has  become    distracted    with  his  very  existence.    they  both  know  better,    know  that  they  shouldn't  allow  themselves  to  be  distracted  from  their  mission...    but  every  day,    her  heart  grows    fonder    of  him.    her  soul    aches    for  him.

wordlessly,    she  turns  to  him,    eyes  opening  to  meet  his  in  the  golden  light.    slowly,    his  hand  rises,    brushes  wind-blown  hair  from  her  eyes.    it's  that  simple  touch  that  makes  her  heart  beat  fast,    cheek  leaning  into  his  touch  against  her  better  judgement.    it's  in  that  moment  that  she  caves  once  and  for  all,    a  step  forward  closing  the  space  between  them.    leaning  in  carefully,    she  presses  her  lips  to  his  own  in  an  intimate,    deep  kiss,    one  to  convey  every  feeling,    every  thought,    every  emotion  she's  held  captive  for  so  many  years.    a  kiss  to  show  chrysafenios  that  if  there  is  one  place  she  belongs,    it  is  with    him,    eternally.

[flosreas-a]

@nightqueentm  asked:    ❝  well,  i can think of some ways to wear you out.  ❞ ( chrys SDJJSD )

𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄,    𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐋𝐋  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏  𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.    not  when  her  mind  is  racing  and  her  nerves  are  firing  a  hundred  miles  a  minute---    dancing?    that's  something  she's  always  been  good  at...    and  she    misses    being  on  the  stage,    misses  the  applause  and  the  lights  and  the  music.    but  her  glory  days  are  over,    or  at  least  they  are    for  now    if  she's  to  keep  her  secret.    teaching,    on  the  other  hand?    it's  entirely  new    &    exciting    to  her,    and  she  can't  seem  to  settle  down  before  her  first  dance  class  tomorrow.    then  again,    chrys  always  seems  to  have  his  ways...

❝  querido,    i  want  to    sleep    tonight,  ❞    she  laughs,    squirming  ticklishly  as  he  nuzzles  kisses  into  the  crook  of  her  neck.    sure,    she'll  be    worn  out---    if    they  don't  wind  up  staying  up  all  night.    ❝  don't  you  be    teasing    me  tonight.    i've  got  a    big  day    tomorrow,    and  i  don't  want  to  stay  up  all  night  with  your  needy  ass.  ❞

[cripplemagic-arc]

13)  our muses are kissing and sender picks up receiver to make it easier. ( from kc uwu )

The moment is quiet, despite punk music blaring from the speaker in the corner. KC's visited their studio before. However this time feels different, softer. Lips meet in silent affection. Jay wraps their arms around KC's waist, pulling him close. They're trapped between him and the desk. But he's quick to pick them up. A laugh slips out as they settle onto the desk.

"You're strong," they murmur. "I'm glad I'm with you, and not against you."

[whitesuited]

it  feels  strange  to  be  in  this  cabin;  a  place  she  never  thought  she'd  have  to  utilize  again. at  least  not  for  something  like  this. sure  -------  on  the  off  chance  she  found  herself  wanting  to  spend  some  time  isolated  in  the  middle  of  nowhere  with  nothing  but  a  bad  taste  in  her  mouth  and  memories  she'd  rather  go  on  and  forget,  it  was  always  there. but  this  ------  this  is  a  matter  of  life  or  death  now,  and  not  only  for  her. she  knows  full  well  that  her  actions  as  of  late  have  probably  put  a  bounty  on  her  head,  too. she's  not  innocent  in  this;  and  the  high  table  doesn't  exactly  appreciate  deviations  from  the  norm.

she  likes  to  think  this  is  the  one  place  they  won't  go  looking  for  her;  or  them  ----  considering  this  is  so  far  removed  from  the  persona  she's  taken  on  since  shield  left  her  to  rot. (  she's  also  avoiding  entertaining  the  idea  that  her  full  past  will  finally  come  to  light,  and  then  there  will  be  even  more  hell  to  pay. )

            "i  do,  i  think  you've  been  getting  me  too  much  sleep. it's  strange."  which  is  a  kind  way  of  telling  him  he  looks  like  he  needs  more  of  it. what  good  is  he  going  to  do  himself  by  staying  up  all  night  every  night?  but  at  least  she  didn't  have  to  physically  drag  him  away  from  his  spot  next  to  the  window.

but  she  can't  help  it  when  they  attempt  to  side  -  step  each  other  in  a  hallway  that's  barely  wide  enough  for  her  let  alone  the  two  of  them  vying  for  the  same  real  estate. how  much  she  even  realizes  she's  doing  it  is  up  for  debate;  but  she  doesn't  exactly  loosen  her  fingers  from  his  collar  once  it  fully  sinks  in  either.

‘what  are  we  doing?’   /   continuation ; @nightqueentm​.

it's  a  good  question,  and  one  that  only  goes  ahead  and  multiplies  when  his  hand  finds  it's  way  to  the  small  of  her  back. (  it's  familiar;  and  tentative. for  all  she's  seen  those  hands  of  his  do  over  and  over,  it  always  strikes  her  when  they  do  something  gentle. )

            "dunno,"  it's  as  honest  an  answer  as  she  can  manage  at  the  moment  ----  she's  still  taking  in  the  fact  neither  one  of  them  has  attempted  to  bolt  to  the  other  side  of  the  cabin. "feels  a  lot  like  falling  into  old  habits."

[cripplemagic-arc]

5)  for sender to pick up receiver who keeps insisting they aren’t tired and carry them to bed anyway. ( why wasn't i following you ??? from kc )

Jay groans the first time KC mentions going to bed. They flat out ignore him the second time. When the third time comes around they insist they're not tired. Can they push it past the fourth time?

Nope. This time he plucks their paintbrush away and scoops them up.

"KC!" They protest. "Hey! Wait! No, my stuff! I gotta finish it up!" Serenity huffs at them. A clear sign that she sides with KC on this subject. "This is mutiny! I'm not even tired!" Unfortunately their body betrays them. Their muscles give out. To keep from dislocating everything they have to brace against KC's body. "At least lemme get my meds," they grumble.

[titansaints]

❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ( ian @ mel ,,, i'm sorry )

'Well fuck,' Mel thinks. 'Lets see how this goes.' She's spread out on the bed, lower half exposed with Ian between her legs. A book of Shakespearian sonnets is held in a now shaky hand. There's going to be payback later. She'll figure something out.

"I have to --" Her breath hitches from the scratch of his beard on her thigh. "I lost my place. I have to start over." Mel tilts the book to look at the sonnet number. "Sonnet. . . Twenty-eight, I think." Another pause, this time because he's being rude.

'How can I then return in happy plight, / that am debarr'd the benefit of rest / When day's oppression is not eased by night, / but day by night, and night by day, oppress'd? / and each, though enemies to either's reign, / do in consent shake hands to torture me; / the one by toil, the other to complain / how far I toil, still farther off from thee.'

She's not going to let her body betray her, not today.

[razorfst]

“ you had no right to go through my things. ”  ( xialing , she's looking for trouble apparently )

The tone, the accusation, all of it was burning down his short fuse of patience. Had he not done enough to show she could trust him? Andrei had given her his loyalty, his word, everything and that should have meant something. “You think I went through your things?!” He half shouts, tone clearly offended as he looked over at the shorter and younger sibling with a glare. “Why would I even do that?” He motions with his left hand in her direction and towards the things in question that she held in her hands. And then his hand fell and curled into a fist as angered expression remained. Letting the silence between them fall for a moment before he’s taking in a deep breath and shaking his head. “You still don’t trust me, do you?” 

Eye Candy | Accepting | @nightqueentm​