#talesntea

[taleswritten]

@talesntea gets a starter

It's shift change and Robby's on his way in. He spots Jack standing out the counter with one of their student nurses close to him. Probably asking a question. Robby pays it no mind but has every intention of greeting his husband.

He walks up to the two of them, bumping his shoulder gently against Jack's in silent greeting. "How's it been today?"

"Quiet." The intern speaks up and suddenly Robby is looking at him like he's made the worst possible mistake one could ever make. It's followed up with a groan from Robby. He wants to tell the guy how incredibly stupid that was but before he can speak in irritation, he hears a voice yelling. Dana. Of course.

"Listen up! All hands on deck. We've got a multi vehecile pile up coming on. Plenty of traumas to go around. Everyone, be prepared, it's going to be a long day."

The first paitent that comes in already looks bad enough with glass sticking out in various places. He can only imagine it's going to get worse from here.

A few more patients come in with various injuries. Robby puts his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Hope you didn't have many plans."

[pittmngrmoved]

@talesntea sent Send 👄 to bite my muse's lip

These are moments he cherishes the most, when he's alone with his husband and can show his affectionate as much as he wants. What had started as a slow gentle kiss quickly turned into something of passion, desire, and raw hunger.

All of a sudden, teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, and he releases a hiss but the sting isn't unpleasant. He enjoys it, and it shows as he chuckles against Jack's mouth, the sound swallowed by his lips.

Instead of saying anything, he decides he's simply going to retalate. He grips Jack's hip to tug him so that their is no room between their bodies and he bites down on Jack's bottom lip but instead of letting it go, he gives a playful tug, tugging it into his mouth with his teeth.

[sasorikigai]

@talesntea continued from here (x)

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥|| The message arrives in the dead hours, when shadows claim dominion over concrete and steel. Hanzo's thumb hovers over the screen, the pale glow illuminating the hard planes of his face - a warrior's geography, mapped by fire and loss and the weight of too many lives carried on his shoulders.

He types, each word deliberate as a blade finding its mark.

[  TXT  ]  : Forgive me. I did not mean to disturb your rest in this witching hour, when honest souls should be cradled in dreams, not startled awake by the ghost of a man who walks between duty and something far more dangerous.

He pauses, jaw tightening, eyes lifting to scan the darkened windows of her dwelling. The tactical vest beneath his jacket feels suddenly constrictive, though he's worn such armor countless times before. This is different. This has always been different with her.

[  TXT  ]  : The serpents you once ran with have shown their fangs. Their venom seeks you specifically - my intelligence network intercepted communications. Professional channels. Kill orders with your name written in blood-promise.

The Commander of Tactical Special Forces leans against his vehicle, a shadow among shadows, yet every fiber of his being burns with the old fire, the eternal flame that consumed him once and never truly died. Scorpion's rage, tempered now into protective fury.

[  TXT  ]  : So I am here. Outside, as you feared. Not to frighten you, but because my oath demands it - both the one I swore to protect this city's innocent, and the one I never spoke aloud but carry nonetheless, carved into whatever remains of my heart.

His thumb hovers over send, then adds with brutal honesty;

[  TXT  ]  : You were never supposed to be in my world. Yet here we stand, and I find I cannot leave you unguarded when hell itself has taken notice of you. The choice is yours. Let me keep watch, or send me away. But know this - whether you grant me permission or not, I will not let them reach you. Some things transcend orders and jurisdiction.

Some things burn eternal.

He sends it, then settles into the darkness to wait, a specter keeping vigil, protection and penance wearing the same scarred face. ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥||

[starwrittenfates]

@talesntea said: ❛  no matter what happens, you will always hold a special place in my heart.  ❜ (sister) - Merrill to Lyna

Lyna couldn't help feeling moved by what she had to say. At this point, Merrill was the only other connection she still had to her clan or what was once her old life anymore. The elven warrior takes her hands into her own, giving her a small smile. "The same goes for you too, Lethallan. You've always been a good and true friend to me. We're all we have left of what was once our home. I hope I can always come visit you in my spare time?"

At least during those moments when she wasn't dragged away to go battle darkspawn or attend to her Grey Warden duties. She missed the nice, peaceful and quiet life she once had, but she was walking a different path now too.

[taleswritten]

@talesntea from here

He's upstairs focusing on emails in their room when he hears the crashing in the kitchen. He wastes no time in heading downstairs to find out what happened and when he comes downstairs, for a few moments he allows himself to be amused at the mess that comes.

Until he notices the burn. It's a good thing he's got shoes on, he supposes, because the area is a mess of sauce. He'll have to mop all that up but he's more worried about that burn than the sauce right now. "Well, the floor isn't my husband."

He crosses the distance, trying to avoid as much sauce as he can so he doesn't track it all over the floor but it's tile and easy to clean. "Let me see it." Robby mutters, gently grasping ahold of Jack's hand to guide it out of the water. Yeah, that's going to be blister but it doesn't look too bad.

At the comment, he looks up, only to find his lips pressed agaisnt Jack's in a quick peck. It brings a laugh out of Robby despite the seriousness of the situation. "It'll blister but we'll bandage it up." He guides Jack's hand back under the water. "Stay here."

He doesn't clean up all the mess but he does make sure they're not going to be tracking suace throughout the house. He'll take care of the rest later. He grabs a first aid kit and returns to Jack, kicking aside stray potatoes as he does. "Hey. Come on. Let's go sit down on the couch and I'll bandage you up and then maybe we order something, huh?" As cute as Jack's attempt to cook had been, there's no saving that dinner.

[tr1nitysantos]

@talesntea said: “ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  from Yolanda

"...Maybe." Amusement is evident on her features. Maybe even a dash of smugness. "I figured you wouldn't mind," she shrugs casually. As always, Trinity enjoyed being just a little bit of a nuisance. "Plus I think I look kind of good in it and if you disagree -- you're a liar. And I'll be offended."

[artificialnocturnc]

@talesntea asked: “i need some ibuprofen, a whiskey and a bath. maybe in that order.” Johanna to Dream

“I fail to see how that is of my concern…” While it is a harsh statement there is little chastisement in his voice. Merely he simply doesn’t really understand why she’s brought up. She can provide those things for herself, he doesn’t need her to do it for her. 

And yet he is reminded of something. 

A pause as Luciennes words filter through to him, something about how mortals need a gentler hand and how they are more…indirect than he is. 

It’s not that Dream is incapable of reading between the lines; he just doesn’t bother to do it with mortals. There’s a part of him that is still stuck thinking of them as…simple. 

He straightens himself. 

“Is everything…okay?” Dream sounds almost hesitant in the question. Unusually so. “I have been reliably informed that mortals are somewhat…indirect…when communicating their wellbeing.”

[artificialnocturnc]

@talesntea asked: Dream ... did my ancestor shag you ? Like you cannot ignore me foooreeeever - from Johanna for Dream

Exhaustion rolls through him. There is not a single piece of him that finds this funny, in fact it’s actively infuriating. 

Dream stares for a moment, the ‘really’ that he doesn’t say out loud pained across his features like subtitles. 

Never in all of his years. 

“Have you located the artifact?” He decides to deal with it in the most diplomatic of ways - not even entertaining it. They have bigger and more important things to deal with than her annoying curiosity. 

“And if now may I suggest you focus on that rather than this tedious line of questioning.”