#therapardalis

[threegoldfish]

For @therapardalis

Jake had considered it - to pull the big boy from his slumber, out of that paid-for garage he visits at least once a week (just to make sure his baby is safe and sound beneath the softness of his covers, spending an hour or two to give the paint a bit of a polish, removing dust from the seats and steering wheel, such things) - but... well.

As much as it would've left a hell of an impression on both Thera and whoever's visiting that damn Gala at the very same time - which is a good thing, all things considered, since Jake loves to show off himself and his belongings, definitely - the whole gesture itself would've also been quite grandiloquent in nature. Pompous, even. Perhaps a little bit (very) overblown, all things considered.

---So, despite having thought about it, he'd ended up taking his slighty smaller, a bit less impressive but still extremely pretty and very much sparkly Jaguar on a ride instead. Did he spent the entire day hand-polishing the car from back to front, followed up by him also giving the inside a good scrub, removing any speck of dust he was able to find, even applying some leather conditioner to the seats? Yes, yes he did. Are his shoulders feeling a little bit sore because of it now? Yeah, he's not getting any younger, unfortunately...

But he's happy and very much satisfied with the outcome. Jake's also put on his best suit, obviously - black jacket, black slacks, burgundy button-up, black tie, black flat cap, his signature leather gloves, shiny dress shoes, a golden moon-shaped tie clip. Wears cologne, lots of it, as well as hair gel to tame all of those curls and make them sit neatly against the shape of his head.

Of course he's freshly shaven on top of it all, skin smooth and soft, no irritiation or stray hairs dampening his dolled-up appearance when he arrives at the south entrance of that Bridge - maneuvering his car closer to the pavement, coming to a halt right next to the lady who's already waiting for him to pick her up.

Does he get out of his vehicle and tap his hat with the smallest hint of a bow once their gazes meet, accompanied by a smirk? Absolutely. Is he then walking around his Jaguar to open the passenger door for Thera, gesturing with a gloved hand for the woman to take a seat? Of course, because he's a fucking gentleman.

"Good to see you, Thera." A hum, a tilt of a head, dark eyes resting on her form. "Hope you're ready to consume some expensive champagne and avocado-caviar-canapés." ---Actually, Jake has no idea whether they'll serve avocado-caviar-canapés, but the thought of rich people eating barely-bite-sized made-to-appear-expensive sandwiches amuses him. Very much so.

[mahmoudalmasrifund]

Peace be upon your pure souls, and peace be upon the story you did not finish...

But it will continue to be told as long as we still have a heartbeat and a memory.

@90-ghost

[ma1nmenu]

@therapardalis // starter call

"As much as I appreciate your help in a fight, I'm enjoying spending time with you outside of a fight," Steven confesses, using an index finger to push his reading glasses a bit further back up on his nose. "Lunch is almost done by the way. I just have to finish toasting the bread."

[stxincd]

@therapardalis sent: [ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] i know you have a sense of humor [Will] From my meme tag || always accepting

[txt: Thera] Very bold of you to believe in such, I have to give you that.

[txt: Thera] I am not exactly known for my 'sense of humor'.

[txt: Thera] ...I wonder if that's precisely why you've sent that first message to begin with. Did I just rickroll myself?

[iobartach]

@therapardalis asked; "Save me, Mr. Spider-Hunk!"

Huh? What was that? Left feeling puzzled, hands move to shut the dusty hard-cover volume he'd been glancing at, a first-edition that seemed to be in spotless condition, despite sporting a publication date that stretched back to the 19th century. Storing what questions he had been meaning to ask Thera about it for later, he stooped to set it carefully down on a side table before heading over to join her.

"Uh... what are you doing?" Up close, his bemusement managed to deepen rather than relent, watching on as his other half appeared to dangle off the side of a stepladder with exaggerated effort. "Need a hand?" When he spoke again, his tone brimmed with with the kind of warmth that suggested he had become wise to her intentions, enough that the spectre of a humorous grin repeatedly caused the corner of his mouth to twitch, and a loosely curled fist to hover over slightly parted lips.

"Ahem. Hey, would you look at that? We're the same height!" A point first observed when he realised that he had been standing straight whilst still managing to stay eye level with her, prompting the grin that had been threatening to show to burst into full bloom with an ecstatic announcement of "That's gotta be a first!"

[honorhearted]

Edmund Hewlett AU

It wasn't one single thing that led Edmund to desert the British. Rather it was an ongoing stream of injuries and insults, death by a thousand cuts. The Oyster Major, they called him, behind snickers and sneers, a thoughtful, well-meaning, book-smart man who was simply not made for field soldiering.

The British gave him Setauket, and unfortunately they also gave him Simcoe. They gave him too many things he could barely stomach and could never unsee. The death of Bucephalus, the execution of Lucas Brewster ... the discovery that Edmund's capture by the Continental Army had been arranged by his own side.

After he traveled back to Setauket wearing a stolen Rebel uniform, he kept the blue coat secretly in the back of his closet, a reminder of the personal conflict that had settled under his ribs. It lingered, festered with the continued presence of Simcoe, so that when Edmund discovered that both Abraham and Anna were spies he not only conspired with them but covertly changed sides, becoming their impromptu 'handler', double-agent and source of intelligence for the Continental Army.

Turn Week 2026 - Day 3 - Swap two characters' storylines

[ranasta]

Anything could happen. You'll protect them, though. It's what you do. [Eomer]

Thera was correct. Anything could happen to the foals, and Éomer was of course going to protect them. The herd had to be moved from the Eastemnet to the Westemnet. The only safe passage to cross the Entwash was the Entwade. Since every bandit, vagabund and Orc knew that too, safe had become relative. Especially with Mordor still lusting after more horses to use for their sick purposes.

The Marshal put on his helmet with the long gleaming white horse-tail and stroked Firefoot's muzzle. "Are you joining us, lady Thera? You have been a great help to the people on this side of the 'Wash. I am certain a healer is equally welcome on the other side."

A healer was of course always welcome, especially when moving Maeras. They were sturdy creatures and bred for the partially rocky terrains of the Green Sea, but sometimes they fell ill, or broke their legs in an accident. Having Thera travel with him and his éored to help immediately would be a great boon. / @therapardalis

[livedtough]

@therapardalis said: Hands over a little bag of (Vegan) gelt, "Happy Hanukkah!"

The bag is a surprise. Not the bag itself, really, because it's something he's known all his life--small, sharp mesh, heavy with surprisingly solid chocolate coins--but the fact that she would bring him some. He knows it's Hanukkah, of course, has his little menorah ready to light, something he'll do alone, except for Gus. He'll call his mother, and he'll feel a dull, constant sadness about not being with her. He'd pick up a box of frozen latkes, but they're probably not vegan, and he's not going to make them himself.

The core word of all of this being himself. He probably won't even go to Temple. He's not really the Temple sort. Which is fine. He doesn't feel guilty about it, just...lonely, sometimes.

But here she is.

"Oh, thanks," he says, smiling at her, feeling the pleasant weight in his hand. "D'you want one? We can open it."