#revelres

[edgeruns]

@revelres said: there is a time for forgiveness and a time for revenge.

FORGIVENESS AND REVENGE. when you're looking death in the eyes, none of it really seems to matter anymore. every day felt getting closer to the edge. his body was heavy, his mind was foggy. it was difficult to distinguish what memories were his and what memories were tainted by johnny silverhand. even when songbird managed to free him of his parasite, if only for a short amount of time, it felt like ripping off skin with a bandaid. the realization was heavy. there was no more v without johnny and vice versa.

the demon inside of him yearns for revenge. arasaka hq, round two. but there's very little left in him that wants to go out in a blaze of glory. the quiet life, a quiet death, sounds all the more appealing. valentine heaves a sigh and takes a long drag of the cheap cigarette between his fingers. embers are flicked away with the ashes. he hated the taste this shit left in his mouth, but the nicotine had a chokehold on his system. that or johnny's cravings.

"ain't got much left in me, so mi. this revenge shit? best to just look the other way, take your get out of jail free card and run with it. reed's dead. myers couldn't give two shits about you or him either." he speaks honestly. it wasn't about forgiveness for either of them. it was about living, right? finding some level of normalcy in this shitshow of a life.

he puts out the cigarette, stomps it out under his sneakers. his gaze is slow to meet hers, but there's an genuine look in his eyes. " just, take your wings and fly away with 'em. get the hell outta this city. do somethin' with your second chance. i want you to have that. if anything comes from any of this."

[awbro]

@revelres / fake dating starter

" ---- should we practice kissing? y'know, to make it believable? "

[drachnslayer]

more random dialogue prompts ,

@revelres : “i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.” - from @chantres

❛ no— i like you. ❜ he says, quickly and unsurely. he doesn't know this woman. at least not well enough to say such a naive thing. but there is something in him that wants to assure her, perhaps somewhat desperately, that he does not dislike her, at the very least. she is beautiful. otherworldly almost. hardly any woman in the villages he's travelled through compares. and there is something ethereal to her, as if merely looking at her could stop time itself.

it is strange, however, siegfried thinks . . . how alberich has withdrawn himself from his crouched position beside the fire just a heartbeat before she arrived, disintegrated into a heap of black dust, which now looks as if the wind had carried a big portion of the fire's ashes just a few inches to the side. of course, the spiteful creature senses other beings, mortal and divine. but usually he doesn't care enough to hide from them. he doesn't much care about anyone, despises only odin's kin. but why he will not tell siegfried.

the dragonslayer pauses, studying the woman from his seat upon a log in front of the little fire. he isn't his usual loud and amenable self. not as flirtatious as he would be when laying eyes upon a woman such as her. this evening, it is as if the disappearance of the warm sun has taken his joy with it, made him remember how lonely he really is out here. and the other's presence so far is only confusing.

still, led by good will, siegfried cuts a piece off the deer meat he'd been roasting over the fire. leaning over, he holds it out to her in silence, looking a bit more like a lost boy than a slayer of legendary beasts.

[serendpitous]

buffy slips out the back door of the bronze, her senses finely tuned to the fact that danger lurks around every corner. even so, she doesn't take enough precaution, overconfident in the fact that whatever's out there causing such a stir is no match for her.

she turns on her heel, ready to grab mr. pointy of of his holster at the first sign of trouble. that is, until she, herself, is met with a stake pointed right at her jugular.

" faith. " she's not sure whether to laugh or scream, but settles for cool indifference. she knows that'll only irritate the fellow slayer more. a slow smile spreads across her lips, proud and reverent all in one. feelings were always complicated when it came to faith. " if you missed me, you could've just called. "

@revelres liked for a starter

[armorforged]

to  say  that  @revelres'  reputation  preceded  her  would  be  the  understatement  of  the  year.    her  journalism  prowess  was  a  legend  among  men,  or  so  pep’s  been  keen  to  inform  him  each  &  every  time  the  young  lady’s  name  headlined  a  new  title.  the  one  &  only  lois  lane  –  &  she  was  exactly  the  kind  of  woman  his  dear  ole  dad  would  have  loved  to  snare  the  interest  of;  if  only  to  further  bolster  his  name.  &  that  thought  in  itself  chafes  him  so  resolutely,  that  tony  can’t  stop  the  snort  of  distaste  that  slips  from  him.  

there  are  about  a  thousand  &  one  things  tony  would  rather  be  doing  right  now;  all  of  which  included  the  ever  comforting  walls  of  his  workshop  &  the  only  semi-frightening  whirl  of  dum-e’s  hydraulics  in  the  kid’s  current  coffee  brewing  endeavors;  however,  if  he  were  to  bail,  he’d  only  be  met  with  pep’s  wrath.  after  all,  it  was  his  name  on  the  roster.  not  that  he  thought  much  on  that  -  this  was  her  thing,  &  well,  there  were  certain  projects  siren-spelling  his  name.  

but  he  practically  trips  over  the  reporter  on  his  way  out  &  proprietary  damn  him,  does  that  mask  snap  into  place.  the  one  that’s  specifically  reserved  for  events  such  as  these  &  pivots  on  his  heel  ;  lips  twitching  up  at  the  corners  in  a  semblance  of  apology.  

“ms.  lane.”  he  greets  before  promptly  making  to  step  away,  only  to  pause,  his  mouth  running  away  with  the  one  curious  thought  he’s  had  since  the  moment  he’d  clocked  her.  “i’m  surprised  to  see  someone  of  your  caliber  here;  aren’t  you  usually  shadowing  the  man  in  blue?”   

[nota1one]

" you've seen a lot , right ? " a pause to watch her , teeth bite at his tongue 'til he's confident she doesn't mistake his meaning , " i don't mean that you're . . . old . " respectfully , she is , " but uh —— you've seen some pretty awesome stuff , i'd imagine . . . what stands out ? " @revelres ♡

[krohft]

oh, please explain how this is my fault. - from aloy

There was significance in the silence,  a sharp-toothed tension threatening to uncoil in the absence of sound.  Somewhat despondently,  Lara moved against it  —  tossing her bow to the side as she studied the half-broken mural,  two fingers running along the inscription below.  Nothing to gain from sitting idly by,  she supposed;  nor from fighting amongst themselves.

❝It’s not.❞   Exhaustion settled at the edge of her cognizance,  a constant weight tugging on her shoulders.  She bit the inside of her cheek to ward if off;  hoping the pain alone would keep her alert just a few hours longer.  ❝It’s mine, actually.  I stepped on a pressure plate when we entered.❞   A preventable mistake  —  and one she’d made once too often in her career.  ❝I’m sorry. Are you all right?❞

[awbro]

@revelres / fake dating starter

his pulse hiccups in his chest, the echo of it stirring an indiscernible mixture in its wake. caustic, the warmth left behind, cuts up the column of his throat. " ---------- you kept your ring. "