#spikejump

[prophetyse]

↪ @spikejump. “this is where the magic happens.”

“magic, huh?” her tone is distracted, eyes wandering around the bridge of the magellan. it had been too long since she left her own shelter, abandoning the grey metal walls that had been her home for several years. even stranger is being surrounded by so many people - three, to be exact. but many more than in recent memory. her fingers glide smoothly on the arm of what she assumes is the captain’s chair. “with how you’ve explained it, it certainly does feel like magic.” a ship that can sail through tar. fascinating and scary and weird. so much of this world is weird, that she wonders why she can still be surprised anymore.

[ofrequiem]

[ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way. 

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL / @spikejump

             the  arm  around  her  waist  takes  her  by  surprise  at  first.  she  jumps  a  little  before  looking  up,  realizing  it's  fragile  and  smiles  at  the  woman  in  relief.  she  had  gotten  off  the  ship,  trying  to  socialize  a  little  in  the  latest  city  they  were  docked  in  -  she  hadn't  expected  the  other  woman  to  come  in  as  well.  or,  well,  had  not  expected  her  to  come  in  so  quietly. 

her  own  head  tilted  as  she  looked  up  at  fragile  with  pale  eyes,  wondering  what  was  going  on,  the  arm  was  tight  around  her  waist  and  she  had  no  complaints,  but  she  idly  wondered  what  had  brought  it  on.  had  fragile  just  been  worried  she  was  gone  to  long?  or  had  grace  comitted  some  social  faux-pas  she  wasn't  aware  of?  or  perhaps  was  it  because  grace  was  laughing  at  someone  elses  joke  in  the  city  instead  of  working?  or  perhaps…  maybe  she  was  jealous?

the  last  thought  made  her  lips  pull  up  into  a  smile  as  she  leaned  up  and  pressed  a  quick,  reassuring  kiss  to  the  other  blonde's  cheek.  either  for  forgiveness,  or  to  reassure,  whatever  the  case  that  had  brought  her  here,  wrapping  a  possessive  arm  around  her

“  hey  there  you,  t-thought  you  were  busy?  ”

[doomcomes]

*. There were two attempts to investigate it. Eight people died. — @spikejump

Eight. Eight people gone. That told Shauna all she needed to know; investigating should be out of the question...

But it is not. Not for Fragile, it seems to her. If she brought it up, surely it is because there is some interest. She seems awfully calm, determined, Shauna doesn't want to assume the worst, but she inevitably is. That calmness she carries should instill tranquility in her. Most of the time, it does. This time, nervousness seeps from below her feet as she steps closer.

"Well, there's clearly something I'm missing, otherwise I don't get why you would consider risking yourself to investigate what is probably not even worth your time." She is hoping she is wrong on that assumption, that this is not Fragile's fortitude acting against her, her selflessness or some other destructive force taking hold.

Still, a quick sigh follows with a reluctant shake of her head.

"At least, if that's what you're aiming for, let's plan it out together. You don't have to do this alone... I can do this with you."

[ofrequiem]

cont'd from here ! / @spikejump

             IT'S  ONLY  WHEN  SHE  FEELS  Fragile's  thumb  brush  against  the  back  of  her  hand  that  she  looks  down  and  sees  she  seems  to  have  taken  the  other  woman's  hands  hostage  in  her  own.  Intertwining  their  fingers,  playing  with  them  as  she  saw  fit.

Her  cheeks  flushed  lightly  as  she  looked  back  up  at  the  soft  gaze  being  directed  her  way,  she  can't  help  but  leave  their  hands  as  they  are.  She  had  been  tempted  to  pull  away  out  of  embarrassment  but  how  could  she  do  so  when  being  looked  at  like  that? 

“  U-Um,  w-well  next  time  you  should  join  in  -  ”  Grace  murmured  shyly,  soft  smile  on  her  lips,  promising  herself  that  the  next  time  they  had  a  fun  little  project  to  do  aboard  the  ship,  that  Fragile  would  be  here  for  it.

[adovah]

*  ❥   𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ◟  ACCEPTING  ...

@spikejump: “Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

Nothing ever seems completed before Laila is rushed off into something else considered to be a duty. Duty or something else disguised as destiny? There is always work to be done, and it needs to be done correctly and so she does it: you are a weapon and weapons do not weep.

"If not... this is a terrible coincidence." There's a package concealed in the Dragon's hand. Perhaps it's best if it remains that way; for now it rests in a closed fist, impatiently and confined to the holder's will. It speaks of promises and wishes, but at the cost of allyship. The features on Laila's face soften. "I was sent to insist this made it to you."

[ofrequiem]

My  muse  fixes  your  muse’s  tie/dress/jacket,  their  hands  brushing  against  their  skin  for  just  a  moment.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  . / @spikejump

           “  M-MUST  YOU  FUSS  -  ”  Grace  whined  softly,  not  actually  doing  anything  to  stop  the  other  woman  from  fixing  up  her  porter  uniform. 

She  knew  it  was  important  to  look  good  while  doing  the  job,  image  was  important  when  delivering  goods.  And  if  she  was  in  terrible  disarray,  what  would  that  say  about  her  delivered  packages?  But  still,  a  few  measly  undone  buttons  and  loose  straps  wouldn't  be  the  end  of  the  world.  Probably.  Maybe.  And  though  it  was  rather  nice  to  be  fussed  over  at  times,  she  would  rather  get  started  on  her  journey.

Well,  that  was  until  she  felt  Fragile's  hands  lingering  for  a  moment  after  fixing  up  her  hair  -  something  Grace  had  given  up  on  herself.  Her  bob  length  blonde  locks  always  seemed  to  be  going  in  whichever  directions  they  wanted  to.  But  apparently  that  wasn't  acceptable,  and  as  Fragile's  fingers  attempted  to  flatten  it  a  little,  her  hand  slid  down  Grace's  cheek  and  then  fell  away  and  any  complaint  she  had  died  on  her  lips. 

Such  a  little  touch  shouldn't  have  made  her  blush,  but  it  did.  She  was  far  too  easily  flustered  over  such  measly  things  -  it  might  not  even  have  been  done  on  purpose,  but  that  didn't  stop  Grace  from  hiding  her  face  behind  her  hands  in  embarrassment.

“  I-I,  um,  should,  um…  U-uh,  head  out  -  ”

[ofrequiem]

please know that you are my hope.

(     *     RESIDENT EVIL REQUIEM. / @spikejump

                “  S-SO  LIKE,  TOTALLY  no  pressure,  right,  got  it  -   "  Grace  mumbled,  adjusting  the  straps  on  her  back  a  little  before  standing  up  straighter.

She  was  joking,  mostly.  Knowing  the  package  was  important  -  but  sometimes  the  way  Fragile  spoke  to  her  made  it  seem  like  she  was  speaking  of  more  than  just  the  excellent  delivery  service  she  provided.  Of  course,  she  was  proud  of  her  skills,  but  at  the  same  time,  it  did  weigh  heavy  on  her,  just  how  much  everyone  expected.

[illgiveyoustars]

@spikejump asked: someone's gotta give a shit.

❝Maybe, but it's not gonna be me.❞ Jill was TIRED. She was always giving it her all and honestly, she just needed a BREAK. Maybe not forever, but for now. Shoulders slumped as the words left her and for a long moment she was determined to stand her GROUND. Someone else was gonna have to pick up the SLACK, because she sure as hell wasn't.

❝Shit.❞ Well that didn't last long. The dark haired woman groaned softly beneath her breath and eyelids fluttered with mild annoyance before she turned her attention back to the woman before her. ❝What the FUCK do you want from me anyway?❞