#psychescape

[terrorsmade]

help me more. peebee has to consciously take a deep breath to keep from running her mouth. it's an unfortunate , and rather bad habit of hers --- one she's trying to rectify , at least where liam is concerned. everyone else will just have to ... deal with it. peebee has always known she wasn't everyone's cup of tea --- or whatever the hell that human expression was --- they could all take it or leave it , but sometimes her hastily spoken words actually hurt him , and she hates that ...

' you just gotta relax ... ' an ungloved digit comes to lightly poke at the center of his forehead , lilac lips twitching upwards in a half - smile that she hopes is convincing. the truth of the matter is that she's the problem ; untested , unexperienced , and formerly unwilling to learn. it's not like she'd ever wanted kalinda in her head , peebee had already let her into her stupid heart , and that had gone badly enough ... attempting to take her own advice , peebee takes another deep breath , straightening from her slump and rolling her shoulders like she's a boxer limbering up for a cage match. ' maybe we should've gotten you high --- or drunk --- first ... ' it's added as an afterthought --- stalling !! get on with it , peebee !!

her hands shift again , reaching for both of his. ' embrace eternity ... ' this time , liam gets a brief second to note that her eyes go completely black before the images come , almost like a movie shot in a first person perspective ;

it's thessia. perhaps liam doesn't know that immediately , but something whispers it. a much younger pelessaria b'sayle wanders through the vast markets with two older asari , hands clasped with each ; her mother and sister. her mother's resemblance is obvious , though , cass' coloring is noticeably different , her markings distinct. something catches her eye , a small stall selling irssal , the blossoms bright enough to cause pelessaria to break free and bound over. her mother's voice , slightly alarmed but distinctly unsurprised ; ' pelessaria !! ' but she's already ducked and weaved through the crowd , the scent of honey filling the air as she reaches the cart. the asari there grabs a flower , handing it down her with a subdued smile and ----

SNAP !! like a rubber band stretched beyond it's limits , they're wrenched back. no longer on thessia --- not even in the milky way --- they're back on the tempest , sitting criss cross applesauce on liam's beat up old couch , facing each other and peebee ?? she sways. a hand leaves his , fingers coming to lightly press against her forehead ; ' shit ... '

@psychescape said ; ‘I haven’t got it. help me more.’ // ft ; liam kosta && pelessaria b'sayle

[mercysought]

a kiss after receiving good news . so mi @ viv

KISSES // not accepting . @yakam0z (with a dash of @psychescape) it's giving the beginnings of this

V. nearly breaks the door when it finally opens, her hand holding the side of the sliding door as if she could will it to go faster.

   "Y'found him?" brown eyes focus on So Mi's; when she gives a nod V. feels a wave of relief wash off her. Her hold lightens and the electric door continues down the path to open - very slowly. To be honest, V. was thankful she didn't actually fully break it "Thank fuck."

Pushing herself in, she gives So Mi the lightens kisses on the side of her cheek. Viv barely registers the apartment, her eyes are immediately scanning the area for the half-alive body of Vincent. Only when she can't immediately find him does she turn to look at So Mi, now with a smoother expression on her face - a kinder one that actually reflected being thankful for being called as soon as So Mi knew more.

   "Thanks for holloin' me." she clears her throat, shifting the weight of her feet as she turns her back, now scanning the doors. Her attention returns to So Mi once more with a half grin "You're not off the hook, but thanks." a pause, still no sign of Vincent.

She wondered if he had taken the opportunity to scramble out the fucking window "Now, where the fuck is he? I'm going to beat him to an inch of his fuckin' miserable life."

[prvtocol]

@psychescape | Lord Elladan, p.s.

Imladris is crowded as of late, or so the lady hears. The convergence of peoples from distant lands to this elven stronghold affords confusion to one who subscribes to reason. But the growing Shadow in the east defies what is reasonable, stoking concern into movement. It is what drove her far from a home torn from within. 

     Despite the welcome from the valley’s esteemed inhabitants, Brienne is cautious in her steps and mindful of whom she speaks, if only for the distrust of prior misfortunes. But the discovery of a familiar face among the outsiders — one unfriendly and suspicious — encourages the need to query.

     The elven lord, a son of Elrond, is found among the many shaded glades. He is exceedingly tall, grand in his refinement, and no doubt wise for the years he does not wear upon his fair face. Elves are strange in this way, among many. 

     “My lord, apologies if I am intruding.” Soft in voice and graceful in approach, Brienne curtsies, but the pleasantries at the greeting are marred by the worry tenting her brow. “Would you happen to have a moment? A question I hold concerning one of the guests, though a guest she might not be.”

[poppunkdumpster]

Psychescape - Silent Planet

Photo taken on the third floor of DeJarnette Sanitarium

L o w k e y a c t u a l l y h a t e t h i s b e c a u s e i t ‘ s n o t c e n t e r e d.

[terrorsmade]

up he gets . down she goes --- like they're in sync but opposing ... not opposing , though , not quite. more like they're two distinct parts of the same system , al facing shutdown and aiden ready and willing to pick up the slack. she drops onto one of the bunks , leaning back as she will her goddamn head not to explode. ' your girlfriend is picking a fight with wrex. not smart , considering he could probably eat her alive ... ' digits come to rub at her temple , lightly massaging there. cheeky. she's being cheeky , especially since --- nope. thoughts zip away from kaidan alenko as if he were a hot stove , and focuses in on the even bigger kick in the dick ... ' and the council wants to see us back on the citadel. somehow , I'm highly doubtful it's going to be some celebration to praise our tremendous efforts in cleaning up their goddamn mess ... '

hazel eyes roll like she's a petulant teenager. here , in aiden's presence , it's allowed. expected , even. granted , al wasn't always the picture of an order - abiding boot - licking cog in the alliance's machine , but away from higher - ups , her unfiltered distaste comes pouring out.

' I would like to suggest telling them where exactly they can shove it , but --- your call. '

@psychescape // cont.

[mercysought]

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver — brasidas and maxima 😮‍💨

SUBTLE NSFW// accepting . @psychescape

Maxima barely looks up from the letters she had been holding when she hears the door to the room in the bathhouse open. There were a very short list of people that Livius would have allowed in: two to be exact - one being the King, the other being Brasidas. She doubted that Archidamos would ever walk into the room - and she was frankly thankful for it. The worst case scenario would be Livius himself coming in, or - worse still - Kassandra.

Perhaps they would send someone else, but she had this awful feeling that if anything were to happen, that it would likely be her form who she would see walk into the door - like a death's omen.

The thought crosses her mind only briefly, disappearing almost immediately when dark eyes fall on the figure of her husband walking past the door, giving one last glance towards her bodyguard with a crooked brow and then turning to look at her. Her hand lowers the piece of parchment, placing it over the small wooden stool that held a small pile of papers instead of soap, instead of extract from flowers. The bathhouses had become an almost second office.

   "I thought you came here to relax?" he asks, looking pointedly at the pile of papers, slowly pulling at the red string that kept his hair tied.

   "More to be left to my own devices." she hums, at least here most didn't know where to actually find her and she could do work without being bothered unnecessarily. She shifts her weight, now with both hands free, they touch the bottom of the tiled pool, adjusting herself. Wet hair pools around her as she moves closer towards the edge "Work does not stop just because you feel exhausted." reaching the edge, she sits now with the best angle to have him fully in mind. Long fingers pull the now dark hair behind her own ear, one hand coming to rest atop the swollen stomach "Or swollen."

He starts undressing and Maxima falls silent, twisting her body as so that she watches unabashed. Her lips part with a small grin, hidden behind the arm that comes to rest on the lip at the pools edge, she hides the bottom half of her face, watching him intently. She waits until he is bare to lift her head, placing her chin over her arm, allowing her hand to sway over the pool, beckoning him closer.

   "But I do welcome a distraction."

[mercysought]

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd ( plus, if possible, a kiss that leaves lipstick stains ) — for maxima and krem 💞

KISSES // accepting . @psychescape

They are in a sea of people. An uncommon place for a Magister and her bodyguard, yes, surely.

But sometimes you know of a specific merchant that sells a specific strand of tobacco. Sometimes that merchant only comes to Minrathous a handful of times a year, only having a very rare and limited amount of stock. And that merchant is a stubborn bastard that refuses to meet with you - having the Magister, or anyone that wished to have his wares, meet him in his very small and shabby stall in the middle of Minrathous.

Truthfully, she could find out of if he had all of his papers in order, perhaps fine him a single gold coin for a single banner out of place. If nothing else because she was petty, and because she had forced her to walk in the wet streets of Minrathous in the middle of the rain season.

And it is in the middle of the crowd and while the rain blankets them all, that she leans in to give him the smallest and most innocent of kisses. Or so Maxima had thought it was. Even from underneath the large brimmed at, she supposed, that Cremisius had seen the sharpness that formed at the edge of her smile. Perhaps he knew her too well.

   "This is a bad idea." he hums through the falling rain and the crowd talking around them. For the first time since they had entered the crowd, his eyes fall on hers.

   "Oh, most certainly."

She agrees and yet she cuts slowly through the crowd towards the more sheltered area, where the streets were crooked and darker.

   "But," she hums as the shadows of the towering houses and stacked apartment blocks cover them completely. The rings on her fingers the only real outward indicator of wealth apart from the, sometimes, shuffling of the lighter fabric underneath the non-descriptive cloak that covered her hair "I think I can be missed for a few moments. Be a few minutes late?..."

she inhales, pulling him closer to the side of her body as the building walls close around them. She keeps walking through the few figures that still lingered in these side streets were completely gone. Her hand waves in the air "What is it?... Magisters are wilful creatures that care for nothing but their own selfish needs?"

That sounded correct, as far as she was concerned.

When the noise seems to fade into the background, her body turns easily to face him, hands know the shape of his neck and jaw so easily that his face might have been designed for her fingers and palms specifically. Her hood falls from her head as red lips take his with a muffled groan. Small specs of rain fall through cracks on the space above them but his hands on her body keep her mind occupied.

It is a flash that leaves them both breathless. Maxima laughs softly against his skin, pushing away as her hood is pulled up. Pulling a small handkerchief she cleans up her lips carefully as to not stain the skin outside of her lips.

   "It's a nice shade on you, Cremisius." she hums, tempted to pull his body against hers. But this was no place for anything other than a quick exchange, they would need to wait. She finishes cleaning her lips, pulling a small mirror from her pocket and handing the cloth to him "Clean up, we must be seen by polite company as polite company."

[hermoine018]

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