#parumimperio

[strongwiilled]

@parum-imperio​ || semi-plotted starter !

The Narrows were supposed to be her fresh start, away from the painful memories of her former life. Away from the damage done to her, and the damage she caused. Which was why the last thing Lee wanted was to be spotted in the Iceberg Lounge, and yet there she was, needing to speak to Oswald. It was only a matter of time until word got back to him that Lee had incapacitated his enforcer, and the doctor did NOT want to deal with the consequences of an angry Penguin.

She waited to be announced and led into his office, quickly glancing over her shoulder to make sure nobody noticed her before entering. “Mr. Cobblepot.” He’d met her before, but the warmth and the smile she used to carry were nowhere to be found, replaced by a tired, though polite, bitterness.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me. I wanted to clear the air regarding...an incident with Firefly.”

[niifelheim]

Cork in a bottle

[cont]

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Oswald was in the middle of trying to scramble his way out of a crawl space in the wall— one he had so delicately placed himself in and got STUCK in. He had heard a rather annoying sound coming from within, and had called for somebody to check on it. After a few futile attempts of that, he decided to just do it himself as it was becoming ever more aggravating to listen to with each passing minute. So he he heard footsteps behind him, he ceased all moved and sighed— how undignifying.

“Who ever is out there can you PLEASE just help me out and I may consider sparing your existence for even witnessing this.”

Richie stared, then quickly slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to spill out at the sight of the ever dignified Oswald stuck halfway out the wall. Those pretty pale eyes would be seething on the other side of the wall, no doubt. The words were unusually sharp for somebody as sweet and awkward as Os, but he could imagine it would be frustrating being stuck in the damn wall. Besides, hadn’t he concluded right away that everything about Os was sharp?

“Hey there, squirmy!”, he said as he knelt, placing what he hoped was a comforting hand on the other’s back as he peered at the edges of the hole. How Os had managed to squeeze himself inside was a mystery. But the shoulders were the broadest place, so... “Don’t flatten, there’s enough height. Try to hold your arms straight out, that’ll squeeze your shoulders together a little”, he said, loping an arm around the narrow waist, reaching underneath to grab a firm hold of the chest. “I’ll pull on three, yeah? One... two... three.”

He tightened his grip and pulled, prepared to stop if there was too much resistance.

[niifelheim]

“Who did this to you?”

bruised and broken || @parum-imperio || accepting

Richie moved clumsily into a sitting position on the dirty ground, holding his broken glasses up with a shaking hand as he tried to focus on the speaker with his one good eye. The left was swollen shut, as bruised as that side of his mouth. Shit, there wasn’t an inch of his body that didn’t hurt.

“Os?” he slurred, trying not to move his lips too much. He swallowed hard, clinging shamelessly to the warm swell of relief at hearing the other’s voice. What was the question? Oh yeah. “Big guy… don’t know ‘im… ”

He didn’t know the man who had watched him doing his bit from the front row. What joke had offended him was a mystery to Richie, but he assumed that was why he’d been dragged outside. His trashmouth hadn’t done him any favors…

All of the sudden a jagged memory stabbed through his daze and his good eye widened as he fumbled for Oswald’s sleeve. “W-we should go. He said he’d be back.”

[niifelheim]

[cont]

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A look of surprise, almost bordering shock crossed Oswald’s features for only a moment as his sleeve was plucked at— he heard what was being said but his brain still managed to flat line. There was a stranger kindly requesting to tend to a wound— on a man he didn’t know, in Gotham.

It made Oswald’s brow furrow in confusion but he didn’t fight the other on it. He just let it happen, looking at the other like they had two heads. They even had the audacity to smile— KINDLY, then made a joke. Was he playing at something or new? That just didn’t happen in this city, or at least to Oswald.

After sitting in silence for longer than needed he decided to speak, though his confusion wasn’t hidden at all.

“I’m sure the shirt can be replaced—    how— why are you helping me?”

Richie took a small pair of scissors, carefully cutting through enough of the already ruined shirt to be able to roll the rest of the sleeve up. The exposed wound probably looked worse that it was, shallow but big enough to be messy.

“Hm?” He put some antiseptic liquid on a cotton pad and gently cleaned the cut. Glancing up at the question. “Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding as confused as he felt, he changed cotton pads and focused on the task again. The man seemed genuinely surprised at the concern. But he was hurt, if Richie wouldn’t help him, somebody else surely would. Right?

His fingers stilled as he looked up again, eyes glittering in amusement. “Am I gonna end up in the morning papers for this? ‘Outsider Not A Complete Asshole’, pages four to six.” He bit his lip, grinning. Then gently put a fabric pad on top of the clean wound. “Put your finger here”, he added, fiddling with the surgical tape.

[scarredbymonsters-archived]

"I love you"

Send me “I love you” and I’ll generate a number from 1-20 to see how my muse responds.

parum-imperio

Ash stared at him, her mind trying to work around what he'd just said. She wanted to believe it. But instead of saying anything else, Ash crossed her arms. " P-" She stammered, meeting his eyes. " Prove it!" 

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+3

"Excuse me, can I help you? Who are you looking for? The asylum has strict security codes."

notanasshat kingtoqueens parum-imperio

[scarredbymonsters-archived]

“Lips Like Sugar” //don't mind me

Send “Lips Like Sugar” for my muses reaction to yours grabbing them and placing multiple kisses on their lips

Ash looked up from her book. she was sitting on the couch, with her legs pulled up under her. she noted the disheveled state of his clothes, and her brows furrowed.

" Oswald?" She asked, as he made his way over to her. " Oswald, talk to me! are you o-"

He grabbed her face gently before kissing her harshly. She stiffened, and when Oswald pulled away he frowned. Then he pressed his lips to her again. he did it a few more times before becoming some what satisfied.

Ash took a deep breathe, still reeling. her stomach was curled and her eyes were closed. slowly opening them, Ash whispered, ” Wow. I- I didn’t expect that.”

[scarredbymonsters-archived]

Parum-Imperio: Closed RP: Found.

They hadn't noticed the car sitting in front of the building. As far as Jason was concerned that was their problem and their loss. he couldn't believe that his spy, his property, would have gotten so lazy as to not post a guard. he looked forward at the two larger men sitting in the front seats.

he motioned with his hand, silently telling them to get out. he followed a moment later, then lead them to the front door. carefully he reached out and slammed down the door knocker three times.