Feb 21, 2019
^^^this lady, only remembers her manners when she’s talking to an even prettier lady.
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^^^this lady, only remembers her manners when she’s talking to an even prettier lady.
Thor officiates, Goose is the ring bearer. Valkyrie totally asks Bruce to be her best man (is disgruntled that she can’t have Bruce and Hulk b/c she actually likes both of them.) Instead of just a ring, she goes back to Sakaar and gets Carol a badass ship to fly.
@praecedens || cont.
“No.” There’s a blush there, a light dusting, it creeps along cheekbones before spreading as she takes a seat across from the other and tucks a strand of her own opaque locks behind her ear. “I feel like if I were, I’d lose my own mind. My thoughts are loud enough.”
Her eyes soften. The shade of blue that rims pupils grow a little darker, a little darker. And her hands fold neatly in a lap, fingertips brushing across the hem of her dress. “No mind reader, just observant. But if I had to guess, I’d say that you were thinking of a song. Well,” throat clears and spine straightens, lips curving. “Let’s hear it.”
LOST IS THE HEART that wanders. For days and nights has Diana trekked through the forest, aimless in her direction. Branches have carved wounds across her features, insects have bitten at her olive flesh. There is no light to guide her path; she has become immersed in a darkness that has grown fangs. Her body weeps for the rest evading these last, few wretched days. Her tongue is drier than sand in the desert; she remembers little of the taste of water.
All she is certain of is the sword in her hand. The weight is familiar. Its blade pierces through the ground, dirt and grass splitting apart in sacrifice. What she does not know, the sword seems to recall with vivid certainty.
It ceases its path of destruction when they first see the home with the nice picture windows, a hearth glowing through the glass. Diana’s heart churns, flashes corrupting her mind of warmth that she cannot quite place. Her steps are as quiet as mice scurrying through a hallway. She’s entranced by the glowing window; it seems to shout at her. With shaking fingers does she look inside, vision overcome by the sight of a child with black hair curled across her cheeks. She has warm eyes that feel like home. Except Diana has no home.
She raises her sword.
@praecedens / starter call.
@praecedens from here!
“You’re very much an inspiration for him, and Ag-” A pause and the brunette makes a slight sigh; ah adjusting to modern manners has become a practical pain. “Fury -- do excuse me, I know his preferences but you’ll have to understand I’ve got a grandmother haunting me in regards to addressing people.”
And titles are incredibly important to Peggy Carter. She’s no longer Director and hasn’t been for sometime -- it’s quite hard to explain. Perhaps consultant is the best term.
“And Fury is an inspiration for me. I was vaguely curious in wanting to meet the woman that enlightened him to wondrous prospects.”
❣ ( from whichever of my muses Dolores fancies? if you want? )
Send in a ❣ for a random kiss.@praecedens‘s Leeloo gets a blown kiss!
She's aware the being before her is physically perfect; newly crafted despite ancient origins and though Leeloominaï hadn't quite fallen into Dolores' lap, it was close enough. It had been a long day and Dolores hadn't been particularly pleased in making deals with humanity after careful and selective interaction for the past three centuries.
The smile to the strange woman is soft, almost indulgent. Vito has said much and Dolores has much to think about, Leeloominaï - Leeloo - has taken it with frenzied grace. But Leeloo is flesh, and those made of flesh need to rest. So Dolores sits next to the strange woman, her coat draped on the perfect beings shoulders as a blanket.
The blonde android is tempted to kiss Leeloo's forehead but those words "Seno ekto gamat" sound achingly familiar, and also a warning. So Dolores gently ruffles the bright orange hair and blows a kiss, letting Leeloo heal, expecting her to rise quickly.
For a human. Ish.
me: okay but listen- everyone: No. Stawp. Back demon.
unrelated to anything Armistice, but everything Westworld, and everything in my multi at @truthsecn , but i am now Emily x Elsie trash thanks to @praecedens