#sternenwelt

[kivinik]

❄ // ACCEPTING @sternenwelt​ (for Zuko) 

❝ What makes you think we will trust you so easily? ❞

[sensesdialed-aa]

“ you swear you didn’t do it ? ” (from steve?)

@sternenwelt​ // i don’t know how but they found me sentence starters

     PANIC GRIPS HIM, the tightened feeling in his chest settling and refusing to lessen, color drained from his cheeks as his mind races-- it hasn’t STOPPED moving quick lately, he can’t afford to stop. Lost count of how much time has passed since the video had been released, since he watched in front of EVERYONE there the accusations broadcasted to the world, witnessed his OWN FACE projected on the screen. He couldn’t breathe then, and he BARELY can now. 

    He had to run. Couldn’t stay there, not with the sudden OUTCRY that had already begun to rise, and knowing he COULDN’T go home, he let his webs carry him. He has to figure this out, has to do SOMETHING, but there isn’t any sort of solution yet. None besides the secluded rooftops and back alleys where he couldn’t be arrested or worse. And then he runs into Steve Rogers, as if he wasn’t already overwhelmed. 

     “I DIDN’T, I didn’t, I swear. That video-- it was FAKE, all of it, he used what he had to- frame me, somehow, I don’t know, but I DIDN’T kill him, I didn’t kill anyone, I wouldn’t-”

[bauresurrected]

❛ If you knew this was your last day on earth, how would you want to spend it? ❜ (JJ)

g.a. starters / accepting

“honestly?” she puts down the fork and knife, barely blinking. she’s used to having these types of discussions everywhere and anywhere, at this point. there’s almost nothing she’s not discussed over slightly cold chinese food at this point in her life. 

“i’m pretty sure i’d want to spend it in david rossi’s backyard. with all of you.” 

sitting in the backyard, whether or not it was all decorated. there’s been good memories and bad ones in that space - funerals she’s come back from london for and weddings too, and nights where they simply sit outside and listen to one another. 

she’s had a few apartments in DC. in all of her life, she’s felt that she’s had a few skins as well. 

but david rossi’s backyard. that one’s never changing, even as they do. 

“what about you?” 

[tempportal]

Well, the good news is, Five is solidly ninety-four percent certain the Vietnam veteran Klaus dragged straight out of 1968 presents no imminent danger--he’s definitely not a Commission drone, that’s for damn sure--but that doesn’t mean he trusts Dave Katz with his little brother for a second.

Call him paranoid (Delores already has) but his family is appallingly abysmal at romantic encounters, and also, interpersonal relationships in general--for Christ’s sake, Luther has never even had anything he could call a romantic encounter, Diego was so on-again off-again with that cop, Five couldn’t keep it straight, Allison wasn’t even married a full four years, and Vanya went off and fell in love with a psychopathic serial killer in a matter of mere days--and the rest of the world has taken full advantage of that a hundred times over. 

And Klaus’ newest boyfriend is clearly no different from all the rest. 

“Dave, isn’t it?” Five says, like he didn’t go and look up every last record on the existence of David Katz the second he heard the name, like he hasn’t already concocted several graphic and creative ways to settle the score when this inevitably ends in disaster and heartbreak for Klaus. “You know, Klaus hasn’t enlightened me much about you yet.” 

He jumps, in a bright burst of blue, to stand right in front of Dave--it is not, precisely, a necessary move, at least not in the strictest sense of the term, but it’s not meant to be, it’s meant only to make his point, and it does. He lets the silent threat hang in the air a minute longer before he talks again, voice still as smooth and polite as he can make it. “How exactly did you two meet?” 

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