#singingwires

[nateaz]

Two #SaltRiverPima #Saguaros standing amongst the #WhitemansKatchinas in #NorthMesa #Arizona. Their presence predates a city of 4.6 million people. These #singingwires buzz with the locusts. https://www.instagram.com/p/B1Al2lIhEJN/?igshid=e673cjuy2x9p

[nateaz]

In the #spiritualrealm & in the #metaphysicalrealm or the #physicalrealm if I could find true #love through the #singingwires or the cobwebs in the sky, I would journey through every portal & travel every blackhole to discover and find its quantifiable worth!? Perhaps #truelove is nonexistent in our world of hurt, pain & suffering and it’s only the aesthetic of it that I can see & envision. It’s a long journey closer to somewhere else farther away billions of lightyears in interstellar space... #angelwings (at San Xavier Mission) https://www.instagram.com/p/Buw64zNFbCd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11jr1a2y0og8m

[notasspry]

Hey Walter, what was Integra's favorite type of tea as a child?

"I do believe it depended on the time of day.  At night she was rather fond of sweeter teas and in the morning the more bitter ones to wake her.  Either way, she does quite like Ceylon Teas.  Unless her mood has abruptly shifted."

[notasspry]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

(( One for each. ))

Forehead (Blessing/Friendship):

So many years apart from his Friend, his first Friend (though Alucard was dear, he didn't count... ever), and he could do naught more than press a kiss to her forehead.  So she'd slept, so far as he knew, and he'd worried needlessly that she'd forgotten him.  Why would that happen?  He pulled back, smiling as wide as he could and held out his hand for her to take if she pleased.

"If you like, I can prepare tea for us to share."  For she deserved at least that from him, if not more.  A more selfish part of him was insistent that he should be angry over her disappearance.  That he should have been notified.  But he couldn't help the happiness from seeing her again.  She'd been gone and there had been nothing he could do to help her.

"And perhaps a snack as well."

The back of the hand (Respect/Love):

Now they were working together.  A good thing, something he'd missed for a very long time.  This knowing he could trust this person at his back.  It made him happy, that.  More happy than most things did.  About as happy as making a new weapon.  She was a brilliant creature.

"Hello."  A bow to her fellows, though he made a rather rude gesture somewhere behind his back and a ruder comment under his breath.  He holds affection for Saya, not them, and therefore he didn't care about what they thought.  That in mind, he bowed to her as well, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles.  With his mouth pressed to the back of her hand, he grinned.

"Miss Saya, are you ready to hunt some Trash?"

The palm of the hand (Begging/Entreaty):

His wires had caught her in her pose, a sad smile on his face as he watched her try to shift.  "Please don't fight the wires, dear Miss Saya.  Just hear me out."  His mouth pressed directly to her palm, firm and sure.  Eyes taking in her form, he pulled back and released her.

A last request, a final chance to beg for something, anything.  Forgiveness?  No, who needed forgiveness?  He wasn't worthy of hers.  If he could not ask for Sir Integra's or Miss Victoria's or even Alucard's then he certainly couldn't ask for hers.  His sad smile changed into a wry grin.  He needed to goad her, make her fight without restraint.

She needed to kill him.

"I have a request, dear Miss Saya.  Do not hold back.  And when you cut me down, remember that I'm merely a Dog now.  Put me down as you must with your righteous blade."

[notasspry]

♕ –⊱ “It's been some time,” that's how it always was though. She couldn't help but always feel elated whenever he returned.

  "Miss... Saya?  My, it has been some time, hasn't it?  It's very good to see you again.  My apologies for my absence, things have been busy as of late."  He bowed, briefly, smile coming to his face as he shifted to face her.  It was always good to see her, always nice to see her well.

  "I am pleased to see you well."

[notasspry]

[ You there... Freeze! You're under arrest for being so nice and cute. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful ❤ ❤ ❤ ]

Okay so I don't actually send these out because I feel like I'd be slighting so many great people?  But they actually mean a lot to me, to be honest.  I'd really give these to a lot of people, seriously, but choosing 10 is impossible for me.

[notasspry]

With a muffled squeak from the hand over her mouth (her other hand gripping tightly onto his arm) she scampers inside, body pressing close and eyes closing tightly from the sound. /Rain, rain go away, send this bloody storm away/. "I-I'm sorry to bother you so late...but...y-you know..." She gets out, panting from her running and finally opening her eyes after a bit, taking in the blur of his room and his own person.

A soft smile, one solely reserved for the little miss, spread across his face.  How silly she could be, thinking she was bothering him.  How silly and how... well.  Odd.  Maybe he needed to reassure her some more?  "It's never a bother, Miss Integra, it's my pleasure to be here to assist you whenever you should come to need me."  Walter held out a hand, waiting for her to actually want to be carried before he did.

"I'd merely lead you if it weren't for the massive clutter in my room."

[notasspry]

A storm rumbles loudly on the outside of the manor, occasionally making its walls and floors tremble with its noise. Slippered feet shuffle quietly on the floor, hands out so she doesn't trip on anything. In her fright from the thunder she's not wearing her glasses, so tripping and ending up hitting the butlers' bedroom door with a 'thump' is definite, if not immediately after a particularly loud rumble sends her running that way in the first place.

A sigh, fingers clenching in the sheets.  He hated thunder.  He didn't fear it, no, that would be stupid, but it unsettled him.  It always seemed to thunder and flash lightning when something bad was coming.  A 'thump' told him someone was outside.  A head tilt, eyes blinking curiously, he considered it.  Ah, thunder, it was obviously...

"Hello, Miss Integra, come along now," was all he said as he opened the door to reveal his boss' daughter.  He should have waited outside her room for the inevitable scenario, he really should have, but he had been tired.  Instead he smiled at the little miss, helping her up and motioning her inside even as another rumble came.  The halls really just amplified it, made it worse.