Aug 8
"is that the spiderman??"
❛ you can call me SPIDEY. you can call me AMAZING. but DON'T call me late for dinner. and you definitely forgot the hyphen in there. ❜
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"is that the spiderman??"
❛ you can call me SPIDEY. you can call me AMAZING. but DON'T call me late for dinner. and you definitely forgot the hyphen in there. ❜
@svoyavdova said : Lena clutches her stomach. She'd meant to run to him in rejoicing that he'd once again returned to her whole. She is still "dead" after all. Instead of fling herself into his arms, she darts for her powder room, and there she loses her supper. So very unlady like and very unlike her.
He couldn't wait for the day when this was over. When he wouldn't be counting down the days that he would be seeing his wife again , meanwhile trying to stop from crawling out of his skin. He knew this would likely last years , that they would likely not see the end of this in even a couple years. All he wanted was to be able to be with her. To hold her in his arms. He wasn't a fighter , but he was willing to lead this movement for her. For their family.
He was assured the time would be soon … Yet it couldn't come soon enough.
Luckily , he would be allowed a little time with her before having to worry about the longing that would eventually come. He couldn't help the smile that curled across his features when they came through the mountain pass , and hardly paid his men any mind when they chuckled as his hurry to get there all the quicker. All he could think about was seeing her again. In just a few moments , he would be holding her in his arms once again right where she belonged. Just as she had since this started , he watched her come racing out of the castle gates to meet him. Servants in tow to take his horse to be stored in the stable. He was going to be pretty preoccupied in just a few moments. His horse came to a slow walk , and he hardly waited for him to stop before hopping of into a jog to meet her.
Before he could greet her properly , brow furrowed in concern when she was running back inside to the powder room. Gaze flicked to the remaining servant who simply shrugged her shoulders in confusion. He knew this woman , she'd been here since he met Lady Florant. A good woman , wiser than any of the ladies his mother knew at court. He took a deep breath , steadying himself before following her into the castle , and to where his wife had run off to in quite the hurry. His concern being on her health more than anything else.
❝ Lena? Lena darling? ❞ His voice was heard before he ventured down the hall. Giving a silent thank you to the woman who had led him before continuing on down the hall. Brow stayed furrowed , that air of concern and confusion on his features even as he turned into the room. He remained close to the door , waiting for her to beckon him in while still attempting to assess.
"You're acting like a fucking child and it's boring."
─────── · · ⨟ There's a laugh, it's forced and a touch deranged as his mind feels heavy with words. Something inside him seems to snap and head shakes in disbelief. "Oh! Am I now? Well, why don't you just fuck right off then?! Oh, you don't want to do you? Then shut the fuck up or get out!"
"if you love me, then say it, please."
@svoyavdova , please .
that's not a word bob could ever remember using . maybe once or twice to express a childish adoration for someone who didn't feel the same , maybe to his parents just to keep them happy ; funny though , it never did . sometimes it repulsed them , so bob thought , anyway . love isn't a word ever used with him in mind either . a lack of reciprocation had damaged the word significantly , he understood its weight and the dangers of using it , but he couldn't say it under any circumstances . it frightens him , he supposes , it's just an open invitation for rejection , friend or otherwise .
she doesn't hold his gaze when his eyes occasionally drift to observe her , they bounce back onto something else in the room when he finds her watching , waiting . head bows , fingers scrub at his cheek , " you - " know how i feel , knew how he feels about every single one of them . he cherishes them all , bob finally has the friendships he'd always wanted but there's always something telling him otherwise ; they don't care , they're just faking friendship to keep the planet safe from what you can do . this isn't friendship . this isn't love . you're just a hazard . words are a precaution just in case , if the bar is set low from the off then what harm could the truth do to him ? " can't . . . " it comes so quietly she could mistake it as a breath . bob's fists are at his brow , palms bury into his eyes and tremble with his upset . " i - i can't face what comes after i say it . "
✱ @svoyavdova asked:
» "holding their face after a close call"
❱ [ 'first touch prompts' ] ❰
She had taken a hit, evident in the way her comms had gone suddenly silent. Walker was there by the time the smoke cleared, dropping to one knee in front of her with all the grace of a felled power line. Fast and jarring, barely under control.
"Hey," he barked, the leather of his glove stinging against her cheek in a too-quick slap-- not hard, but too sharp to be gentle. "Yelena. Hey."
He didn't look great himself. Blood trickled from just beneath one eye, a clean slice where the rim of his helmet had bitten into the skin (he either hadn't noticed or didn't care) and his pupils were still blown eerily wide and dark from the chemical rush.
Yelena stirred, but his hand didn't leave her face. Just shifted, unsteady, thumb brushing the edge of her cheekbone like he needed proof she was still solid.
"…Shit," he muttered, voice lower now, a little sheepish. "Sorry. That was too hard. You, uh-- you weren't waking up."
why can't you just tell me what's going on?
─────── · · ⨟ "Because I don't want you involved. Simple as that."
Her hands cradle his masked face as she leans in, laying a soft kiss where his lips would be beneath the mask.
─────── · · ⨟ Head tilts slightly as she cradles masked face, the affection is quite the surprise but welcome as he can still feel the warmth of her against his face even through mask. Still, he keeps hands in his pockets. But he does swing slightly on the balls of feet. "I take it we like the mask as well then." Spoken in a slightly deeper tone than usual.
@svoyavdova said : Thankfully no one is within the room as Yelena lifts her dress, having fore gone the proper under garments, she straddles her husband's lap, drawing his palm along her upper thigh. "My lord," she whispers. "I request an audience."
He'd been buried in one of the many tomes in the royal library. Lots of young Lords hated their studies , preferring to be out in the training yards training in the art of the sword , but Tristan had never minded the hours spent in the large space filled with recorded knowledge obtained by their scribes. Still , there were plenty of times when his mind would go numb with what he was reading. This particular text being records of one of the larger houses within Whyndaer. Important knowledge for him to learn , but his mind was elsewhere thinking about what waited for him. Though it seemed like even Yelena grew impatient with the amount of time to wait.
A gasp of surprise escaped his lips when she seemed to appear in his lap. Impossible of course , but it merely showed the suddeness that his lap was filled with his love. They had been courting for some time now , and Tristan enjoyed the time that they spent getting acquainted more than anything of late. While they hadn't been wed yet , neither of them had been having much luck in keeping their hands off of one another. The gasp was short lived , before a chuckle escaped his lips. Low and rich like a heavy velvet as large hands reach with his arms. Holding her close to him where she belonged. A heavy breath flowed from him. The subtle hints of a shudder at the tail end of it. That want and desire for her burning like it had never gone.
Because it never had.
❝ And audience with the crowned Prince? That's a mighty tall order my lady. ❞ He joked back , moving to the crook of her neck to leave a needy kiss to the soft flesh there. The sent of her distinct perfume pulling another shuddered out of him. He had been told young love could be a powerful thing , but feeling that need for someone so freshly in love was still so powerful all the same. ❝ I think that can be managed. The mind dulls too much in the texts , ❞ Prying curious hands reached for the ties of her chemise poking out from her dress. ❝ Some stimulation might be required. ❞