#ofwaterandfire

[therapardalis]

[Random thing for Highlander verse]

"Alright, listen mate ..." Thera had finally grown tired of the man sitting beside her at the bar. Not only did he have the smug, overbearing feel about him that he thought he was somehow one step ahead, he kept asking some ... very casual questions.

About her 'friend' Adam Pierson. About Duncan MacLeod. About Richie Ryan, who she didn't even bloody know. All with that same condescending air that he knew so much more about her than she did about him- a notion Thera was more than happy to disabuse him of.

"Right about here is where you fuck off. Or you'll be going to Hallowe'en as the Headless Horseman. Capiche?"

[timeguardians]

@ofwaterandfire (Kate to Anthony -requested starter)

There is only peace to be discovered, racing through fog-hazed fields and forrestry. The thunder of hooves beating paths beath her sends her spirits soaring. It is only the accompaniment that causes her go set a glimpse behind. There, she is quick to discover a male rider.

Skilled, though he may be, he is no match for her.

A sigh of relief tugs past parted lips, believing she had left the sorry sap eating dirt. But ALAS, such a breath is taken too soon. For his VEXING, IRKSOME voice rejoins her. Goading her to speak. "My apologies. I did not wish to cause anyone concern."

[inxumerable]

@ofwaterandfire (Hanni and Will <3)

Hannibal was right. Blood looked so beautiful in the moonlight. The way it reflected from blood soaked hands. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Or so he thought before his eyes latched onto what actually was the most beautiful thing. Hannibal. He was so easily entranced by the sight of him. Will had never seen him like this before. Covered in the blood they had spilled together. "I've always wanted this for you, Will." In this moment he had wanted it too. Until the scene shifted and he found himself at the bottom of the ocean with Hannibal's lifeless body. He tried to swim up but something caught him. He glanced down to see Dolarhyde there in Hannibal's stead holding him down. Will was drowning, running out of oxygen so quickly... His eyes then shot open, pupils dilated as he spat out imaginary water. Will was drenched in sweat that didn't quite reach the expensive bed sheets as he had shot up in the bed. In his state of disorientation he noticed Dolarhyde beside, very pale and very dead. A corpse speaking words that didn't reach him. "You're not real. We killed you." He spoke allowed before he tried to collect himself, closed his eyes and willed the image to just go away. When he opened them once again, he was relieved to see Hannibal, yet unsure if what he saw matched reality.

"Hannibal?"

[runes-menagerie]

"Gods, you do not know how much that hurt - hold on. Am I suddenly able to see in a mirror, or are you my double?" From Astarion to Astarion! XD

"I was just thinking the same thing." Astarion replied looking at the copy of himself dubiously, taking in the details of a face he hadn't seen in 200 years. It.... wasn't what he expected although he was glad to see that he still looked good at least. "The question is, how is this possible?"

[rubiesintherough]

@ofwaterandfire --- cont. from here

She really should've just walked away. She really should have. Page already had another job lined up. Heck, the poor other ghost was probably floating around, waiting for her right now!

But, she wasn't the type to turn down someone in need. Especially when it was a problem not a lot of others could help with. So, she pulled a deep breath in, and, " Okay, okay, yeah, that's kinda weird. Uh, not sure that's really in my wheelhouse, you know? But, yeah, you betcha, I'll give you a hand. Or... try to? ------ Um, okay, so... do you know where she not exactly died? Usually place of death is the best place to reach somebody in that great, spooky beyond... might work with this, too? Maybe? "

[rubiesintherough]

@ofwaterandfire --- cont. from here

Anything else... ? There were little bits everywhere. It was hard to tell what he needed... and what was too broken to be useful. She didn't even know what she was looking for.

Fingers skimmed through a pile of detritus, discovering scraps that looked important. And she offered them up in her palm, a single thought sent his way with a question, ' Like these? '

[therapardalis]

[Grown Adults Meme from @ofwaterandfire's Methos.]

Trying to be quiet while laughing themselves stupid. ------------

" ... Should we maybe just knock on the wall?"

The answer was, of course, a huge and resounding 'no'. On the other side of said too-thin wall, she suspected a young man was losing his virtue, very possibly to a Lady of the Night.

Or she was murdering him, if the pitch of his ecstatic cries were to be taken amiss.

But ... no. It would hardly be fair to interrupt his apparent first time with a fist thumping on the wall. He'd likely remember this for the rest of his life, and the mortification of having been overheard would only taint.

As would, really, the chance of him hearing them in return, the huge hiccups of laughter that so far they'd been doing their best to hide. The bedhead in the next room started to thump rhythmically against the far wall, and almost immediately after the lad's voice rose to something very close to shrill.

Thera hiccuped mightily and buried her face in Methos' neck, shoulders shaking as she tried to muffle the sound ...