#starter: mutual

[emmafrrost]

@aviophobic​ // [ plotted. ]

         ( |    shimmering platinum cascades down a seamlessly smooth bare back. shaw’s gone off on business (before he left he curled a single strand of her hair around a thick finger, promised, soon) &&. emma’s taking her break in the back room, staring at the man currently washing blood off his hands in the copper-plated sink she once saw shaw bash a senator’s brain into. she’s seen him a few times before, usually stitching someone up, removing an errant bullet wound, HEALING.  she grins, crushes her cigarette. ❝ the water in that sink is RANCID, you know. you’ll get more dirt on than off.              you got a name ??? ❞    | )

[emmafrrost]

@milehighmechanic​​ // 

                ❝            &&. here I was thinking you would never show your face at another party without that ragtag group of yours. it’s been a while, stark. these things haven’t been the same without you.  ❞   

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@valiantsword​ // [ plotted. ]

           in places like these time seems to slow down; minutes trickle down walls &&. thoughts continue to revolve around the same story lines, dragged down generation to generation. small towns aren’t her style, never have been, but she’s here because she can’t stop dreaming, can’t stop the glowing blip on her psychic field, calling &&. pulsing until she can’t quite ignore it. she’s known there’s more like her - working with a syndicate bent on someday coming out of the shadows has certain perks - &&. it is this freedom &&. certainty that leads her to where she is now.

           oh but she is sick of this bar; she can’t shut off the raging tides of drunken comments &&. town gossip if only to be aware of his closeness. this stranger is different in some way, she feels. she finishes her wine, feels the last sip coat her throat when she feels his presence close. she motions at the bartender, asks for two glasses of straight whiskey. she speaks into his mind, curved with a grin &&. coated in repressed excitement. she wonders if he’ll reply the same way or in person.

                                       [   ❝   hello, lover.  you’re LATE.   ❞  ] 

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@zagubionywilk​

       there’s way too much empty noise in this alleyway for her to focus, &&. she can still tell he’s not from here.  ❝  you’re standing out like a sore thumb in what is a VERY bad neighbourhood. it also happens to be MY neighbourhood, so you’ll want to start talking.  ❞

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@cardshcrp​                  

           sweat, music &&. a packed room. emma hates dancing the friday night shift. ❝ bourbon, neat, ❞  she tells the bartender, and then grins at the man beside her, sharp.  ❝              i’d tell you hustling a joint like this is not worth the trouble, but something tells me that’s not really a problem for you, is it ??? ❞

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@outlawiism​ liked [ x. ]

                      ( |   she’s just refusing to let that small smile through. an errant look of annoyance thrown back, golden curls trailing in the air as she walks.  her heels clack &&. she hates the heat.   ❝   darling, i can’t focus with that 80′s technobabble music pounding in your head.  i know it may be hard for you to FOCUS, but we’re here for reconnaissance, not a frat house themed acid party.  ❞  that little thing flowed out quite smoothly, &&. she can’t help turning back &&. throwing a smug grin.  if she’s lucky, he won’t be able to see the fondness.   | )

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@brokenspy​ // [. liked. ]

              she turns against the alleyway, an eyebrow raised, any sign of activity hidden away.  an errant glance at the man now unconscious on the street, then at the woman standing opposite. the lamplight casts shadows over them; new york is cold &&. cruel in the winter - &&. emma just got done with the most harrowing council meeting. ❝                 don’t worry, he’s not dead. you’ll get to question him later. assuming that’s what you were chasing after him for ??? ❞   a small smile, almost knowing. 

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@fourmarksmage​​ // liked. 

           ( |    shimmering platinum cascades down a seamlessly smooth bare back. emma’s lips curl around the corners in light of a joke no one apart from her knows about. this isn’t the place for pretty girls to stand &&. chat in.  

                    ❝                 . i get the feeling you’re not from around here, miss. magic. ❞   | )