#pvthalo

[garglemyballsack]

Regarding your last post: yeah, so basically, Benny's team was like the Power Rangers

// ummmm excuse me?!?!?!?!! i mean that'd be pretty cool but we are sooooooooooooo..

(featuring: @bcmbsight , @unsnare (someday in the future) , @pvthalo , and this guy!!!)

[bcmbsight]

@pvthalo sent: ❛ It’s nice to finally meet in person. ❜

"You too." The pilot warmed, a charming smile spreading across his face as he offered out a hand to her in greeting. He couldn't deny it as blue eyes cascaded over her face, Elizabeth was beautiful. Breathtakingly so.

"Call me Robbie. Mr. sounds too formal, and Bombsight feels too impersonal." He still wanted to keep a hold on who he was, he was Robbie through and through, but for the cameras? For the media? For the general public? He was Bombsight.

To him, to those close to him? He was Robbie. Just Robbie.

[garglemyballsack]

@pvthalo || inbox meme reply || excited!

“We’re all alone. that’s the truth.”

greater niagara, buffalo main light

fingers curl around the wrought iron railing of the lighthouse on the rocky shores of buffalo overlooking lake erie. far cry from the hustle and bustle of new york city. the smaller city is growing. thriving in the shadow of the one they left behind just for a meeting away from prying ears neither one of them wanted to risk the chance of entertaining.

ben's jawline twitches as back teeth grind together. green eyes are shadowed by the golden glow above their heads. then lightened. shadowed. lightened. she looks like an angel with blonde hair illuminated every spin. make-up? perfection. she's never anything less than perfect. only this time? that hair? wind's taken it and turned it wild. untamed. ben doesn't tell her she looks better that way. there are plenty enough men in line to give her pretty compliments. and that's not what they're here for..

..she wanted his attention. anyway from everyone else. away from their team and vought. SHE HAS IT. curious. his head tilts as he shifts and uses one bent arm to prop himself against the metal. the other set of fingers raises to scratch a shaved jawline. tie pulled loose around his neck blows in the breeze. blue and the faintest paisley print woven in.

"good.. wouldn't work out very great for either one of us if we weren't." lips part, a confused smile's formed before he pops the question. "...so. what is this about, exactly? before you answer?" that hand falls, gesturing out from his hip. "i trust.. whatever happens here? is between you and i. correct?"