#ofhumanvoice

[withinycu]

@ofhumanvoice would swim the moat to be here

“He is a wolf, my lady,” Gwynplaine said pulling the animal back. His scarf wrapped securely around his misshapen mouth. “He barks but does not bite.” He gestured back towards the wagons where the rest of the evening’s entertainment had set up their temporary camp. “My father Ursus tamed him when he was a cub and named him Homo. Homo homini lupus. His own little joke.”

More and more carriages were approaching the castle some from as far away as the island empire of Nihon. The princes of Kieste, Lützelburg, Lotharingia and Kassel were in attendance. While princesses from Ramschied, Longobardia, Breteyne, Lottringe, Stygia and Týskland were just arriving. 

Gwynplaine supposed it was like a carnival or market for the wealthy. Where the princes and princesses could be sold at such and such bride price and so and so dowry. Pretending afterwards there were allies when such promises would be forgotten at the earliest convenience. 

[ofherdowlingohara]

‘ don’t look at me like that. ’ (eleanor for jackie)- @ofhumanvoice

Clenching her jaw, Jackie roughly grabbed ahold of Eleanor’s elbow dragging her into the hospital’s chapel. “ Don’t look at you like fucking what? That I don’t love you? IT’S BECAUSE I FUCKING DO ELEANOR.” Exclaimed Jackie while throwing her hands up in frustration. “I have always fucking loved you! It always has been you! For the last 16 years of my marriage, that’s one of the reasons why Kevin and I divorced!” The shorter woman stepped closer to Eleanor, tears welling up in Jackie’s eyes. “Aside from my drug problem, I went into rehab. I went to Rehab after I almost died because you were fucking right. Kevin left me, he took my girls. I almost died and that quite frankly scared the shit out of me!! The whole time, I was in that trauma room. I thought of nothing but you.” Jackie ranted absentmindedly while stepping closer to Eleanor grabbing her hands. “ I went to rehab for seven years for you, in hopes of mending our friendship. In Hopes that we could be more than friends, I fucking love you Eleanor. All of the fucking things I have done, I wish I could take back. P-please just don’t leave me…. Like everyone else in my life.” Said Jackie as the tears she has been holding back finally spilled over the edge. “ I know and understand that I don’t deserve another chance, after all the ones you already have given me. I’ll admit that I screwed up Big time. I regret every single thing in my life, aside from my daughters, and you. Because I fucking love you, and I know you must feel it too. Eleanor, please…. Forgive me.” Breathed Jackie as tears spilled down her face, she looked into Eleanor’s eyes with nothing but love and regret for her best friend.

[rrhaena]

her robe clings to her sides, moving slightly as the queen nears the expanse of the bed the other woman occupied. pillows and a meal took up a piece of the rest, leaving only what remained for her, once she returned. instead, rhaena took a knee on the end occupied by the blonder of the two, leaning over her — curious, and half full of wine. "do you love me, elissa?"

limited edition hearteyed rhaena starters / @ofhumanvoice

[staredits]

WOULD THAT WE WERE NEVER PARTED. 

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[godblooded]

@ofhumanvoice (x)

she plays a game with eleanor— toys with the concept of flirtation and then tries to silence it. but they talk too much in the hallowed wood of an old chapel, and they chuckle too much on linoleum floors, and alana wears black leather gloves to keep her away. she prays she can avoid bare skin, awaiting and incredibly aware of her weakness.

she doesn’t like bare contact because it happens just. like. this. just like eleanor’s finely manicured nail tucked under her chin and her body freezing immediately. those eyes turn upward, seek out without being able to stop herself. and when that mouth’s on hers, the little therapist nearly bolting, her freeze instinct switches to faun and she’s kissing her back. the good doctor drops her book, truly. umberto eco’s foucault’s pendulum thuds to the floor forgotten like all the sense that touch has sent rushing from her body. hands, her own, short nails vibrant red, cling to the lapels of a coat to keep a closeness sacred.

“ fuck. —

fuck you. ”

it’s the bright flush of pink in her cheeks, demure as a doe, unintentional. her words don’t hold her usual venom. they’re not acerbic. they’re almost soft. like she isn’t holding tight to eleanor with a pathetically vice-like grip, and like those pretty, coral pink lips don’t bow to a heart shaped pout. her eyes are white-blue.

she should’ve known better. dr. bloom is horrendous at self-control. and she really likes it.

[spynorth]

@ofhumanvoice​: “How did they get a hold of that?” (Farah)

There’s something that irks him about the newest head of their department, something that tickles just beneath his ribs and spreads like fire, akin to an itch that he can’t quite scratch. Maybe it’s the way she seems so hell bent on team players, the idea that her insistence to come along on nearly every operation has made each and every one feel like quarterly review day.. or perhaps it’s nothing more than the addition of an unknown player to a carefully scrutinized board already straining against it’s confines. 

The file hits the corner of his desk with an audible slap and Lucas quirks a brow, closing the window on his monitor with one click while the fingers of his other hand pull the folder closer, gaze studying the photograph set atop it. Blurry, but the subject is gathered all the same. A stocky man shaking the hand of a taller stranger in a crisp suit.. and he doesn’t need to look at what the sharper dressed of the two is holding, but he pretends all the same. A usb drive..and a folder.  Both supposedly safe in the grid after their operation to retrieve them a few days before.. and yet...

A single brow arches, expression unwavering and words flowing between them with the dry humor of a man who has long grown bored. If it’s some confession of guilt she’s after ...alas, Lucas North doesn’t miss a beat.

“Maybe the one we retrieved was a ploy, a decoy. Or, maybe it was the real thing and we lost it out the bloody window when you took that curve in Clapham.”

[denydefeatarcarchive]

@ofhumanvoice​​ continued

“It’s not a tough act to follow when I can barely remember her in the first place.” 

[ahbutimavillain]

@ofhumanvoice​ said: “i’m going kiss you now. unless it’s going make you run away again.” (from cora~)

      He tried to sound harsh as he looked into her eyes, her standing there mere inches away from him but his heart heart wasn’t in it. “You’re not going to stab me in the back at the same time, are you?”