#storiedhistories

[womanlives]

“WHAT ABOUT IT D’YOU MISS MOST? Life before, I mean.” The Cylons. The attack.

Kara takes a long drag of her cigar. It’s her second of the night. She should slow down, but she already knows she won’t. Cost an arm and a leg nowadays, now that it’s all gone to shit. Or a lucky hand in a triad game against one Gaius frakkin’ Baltar. A flick of her wrist. Ash falls, slow and quiet. Lee’d have her ass for smoking in the pilot ready room. But Lee’s not here. No one is, except Karl and Kara and the last bit of footage from one of Kara’s Viper pilots-to-be, playing over and over in front of them. It’s from six days ago.

Endless stars; Cylon raider; panicked comms; crash. Endless stars; Cylon raider; panicked comms; crash. Kara rubs at her eyes. 

“Right now I miss real frakkin’ beds.”

@storiedhistories​ for helo.​

[mvndrvke]

@storiedhistories​ said : “you’ve become a part of me.” will + nico

Nico blinks. Color rises in his cheeks and his ears. A part of him. His breath catches a little bit in his chest. How is Will always surprising him with kindness like this? 

He wants to say thank you, or make some joke to ease the tension he feels. It’s usually what he does when Will says something so genuine. Push and pull, push and pull. It’s what he wants to do, and it’s what he means to do when he opens his mouth to respond. 

“I love you,” is what he says instead. Oh. Well, that’s out there now. He could try to backtrack, joke, or just fully run away, but he decides to just shut up instead and stand there with that out in the open. He shrugs weakly and sighs. It’s true. He does. And he’s always got the option of just sinking into the ground forever if Will says something bad. 

[firemourn]

＊     ESSEK  ﹠  ❛     LAST RESORT .

          despite the way his stomach turns in the few moments he allows himself to process the state @storiedhistories is in at his front door — in the middle of the night , no warning , seemingly hurt , undisguised — caleb does what he does best.  he compartmentalizes.  panic and fear are shoved into an already overflowing crate to be digested later when he's on his own.  caleb grasps essek by the forearm gently , tugs him inside , and closes the door with his foot as he pulls essek towards the couches.  with his offhand , he casts unseen servant.     "     schmidt , retrieve the case of healing potions.  thank you.     "     he'd get it himself , but he won't leave essek alone.

          "     okay.     "     okay okay okay.  this isn't fucking okay but he takes a breath anyway , helps essek settle on the couch , and sits on the coffee table facing him.     "     while he gets that —     "     how did this happen , how badly are you hurt , who did this , who saw , what can i do to fix it , is it my fault , did i let you get hurt.  another breath , gaze fixated on the wall behind essek.     "     one thing at a time.  is this bad enough that we need to pay a visit to one of our friends  ?     "     it would be rude to teleport in this late , but frankly caleb has very few fucks left to give.

[missallanea-archive]

@storiedhistories said: * that’s how people get killed in horror movies, you know? [Van to Tab]

"Our entire life is a horror movie, Van." Tabitha's gaze never lifted from the heavy tome on her lap, a smile playing across her features. Shutting her book and placing it on the floor of the van, she leaned forward in the bucket seat to peer over the hood at the house at the end of the long driveway. Sure enough, it was a Vincent Price special. Very House on Haunted Hill.

Ghosts were pretty easy to deal with, all things considered. She'll take them over vampires or werewolves any day.

"Now, now, Hunter -- don't tell me that you're afraid of a little haunted house, hm? The scariest thing about this place is likely the OSHA violations we don't have coverage for."

random (chaotic) dialogue starters.

[gloryseized]

@storiedhistories liked for a starter! ( Mimir for Odin )

"They've agreed to the plan, All-Father." He practically crowed, bursting with delight at his own cleverness and skill. Well, the dwarves would be foolish not to refuse at that point, and the offer between voluntary servitude or forced labor was just too easy a choice not to make. Even if they did mount to the same thing.

And a doubt niggled at the back of his mind, something curling in the most troublesome way around his horn, but he pushed that thought aside. Besides, this was better than the slaughter that would follow if the dwarves refused the deal. "Construction is due to start tomorrow on the rigs," he added.

They still had the Lynbakr to harness, but that would be a more tedious task.

[calledkore]

@storiedhistories: ✏️

atreus... honey no...

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

[fenixburnedarchived]

[ @storiedhistories​ ] : 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙾 & 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 | random line of dialogue

"You're too good for this world." Nico almost makes it sound like an accusation. But underneath that is a layer of honest respect he struggles to conceal. 

[stoiicist]

storiedhistories asked: ❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds (from Thalia?)

at first glance, thalia is all hard edges. it’s the angry, existentialist, punk-rock fight club of it all. from her spiky, black hair, to eyes so clear and blue they can cut across a room like nothing else, her faded metallica t-shirt, and seemingly endless circlets of silver chains. even her demeanor is sharp, angled. looking at her is like watching lightning strike.

so to see her like this, expression softened with concentration as she tugs at the bandage around reyna’s bicep, to see the storm soothed — it makes reyna wonder what would happen if she let her own roughened exterior be smoothed into something less prickly, just for a moment, like thalia’s is right now. would it be found just as endearing?

“—no, it’s not too tight,” reyna finally says, realizing just how long thalia has been waiting for an answer. her eyes fall to where the other girl’s hand still lingers on her forearm. “and... thank you. for helping me.”

but actions, those are from the heart