#theyadonis

[theyicarus]

       don’t   get   too   close   to   that   garden   that   she’s   growing     ...    𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨   𝙖   𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧   𝙞𝙣   𝙩𝙝𝙚   𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨  .     /     eden    emerson   ,   muse   penned   by   @theyadonis  .

[theyicarus]

which of your muses has the strictest morning routine? who has the opposite? what are they like?

ask me questions about my muses / accepting !

strictest is def jill. like no doubt about it. she was in the military, & then she was in an elite taskforce, so she’s use to schedule. she’s usually up by 6:30, goes for her run/workout, comes back & gets her breakfast, then starts whatever she needs to (mission, field work, investigating, research, etc.) 

the worst person with morning routine is emmy. she goes to bed at 3am, wake up, open the store with her employee at 5am (she opens early for the morning crowd), and then sleeps till 2. like, she’s crazy. she needs to be told to go to bed or be woken up constantly.

[theyadrastos]

@theyadonis  !

    Shoes click loudly against the marble floors of the court house.    Noah offers nods to those he passes in the halls.    Two coffees warm his palms, his bag sits loosely on his shoulder, and bumps against his leg with every step he takes.    He enjoys the feeling, against his leg, the soft reminder of his lost love swims in the back of his mind.    His steps falter for a moment when he sees her step out into the hall.    She hasn’t noticed him, she’s busy on her phone, an email, probably.    As he approaches, he holds out the coffee for her.      ❛    Miss Emerson.    ❜      A smile graces his features.    Always keep a friendly face.      ❛    Your case went well, I presume  ?    ❜      He waits until her hand encloses around the cup.    Once he has a free hand, he turns, and they fall in step together.      ❛    I was hoping I could bend your ear on the Cartwell case.    You have a minute  ?    ❜

[theydionysus]

Today was the day. Even the weather was acknowledging. The sun beat down in busy New York City.

New York had to be the most exciting city in the world. Din admired it’s vibrancy, the assurance, the fast pace. He was finally here.

He’d successfully landed a job at a wonderful, Marks Paneth LLP, unable to believe his luck. Working for a major accounting firm in Manhattan was anyone’s dream.

The sheer energy of the city seeped through his skin and into his veins, a constant shot of adrenaline. Here, he could be whoever he wanted. He could live his life without being questioned over his plans, how he was doing, any of that. In the breathless bustle that was New York City, folks were too busy thinking about themselves to have time to think about anyone else. Interaction skimmed the surface and never went deep, he was merely a part of the crowd.

He had decided to start the day off light. He grabbed a coffee from his newfound favorite shop, and was on his way to the bookstore.

The door chimes as he swings it open, taking a sip of the black coffee as he looks around excitedly. His eyes scanned every corner of the store, curious to see what he could find.

[theydionysus]

New York City. The city that never sleeps. Even at night, life bustles around with shift changes and partygoers. But when the city is covered in a thick blanket of snow, that’s when New York rests. People are home-bound, spending the day indoors without any call to go outside. Most work cancelled for the day, schools are empty, and the streets are but a snowy white canvas with the occasionally stroke of tire tracks and footprints of all sorts painted across it, in every direction.

Mirai jumped into her boots at the door, groaning as she quickly slipped into her parka.

Of course David had decided it was necessary the coffee shop stayed open today.

❛ Yes.. Yes, I’m on my way! I’ll be there in half an hour. ❜ She grumbles into the speaker of her phone, just as quickly hanging up as she shoves it into the pocket of her jacket.

❛ I’ll be back later, Chewie! ❜ She shouts into the apartment, halfway out the door. The small horse-sized dog perks his head up from his bed, barking in response.

Her boots crunch in the snow as she walks down the street, staring down at the screen in front of her again, which dimly lit her face. It was still early, still dark outside. The city seemed to be resting for now.

[theyicarus]

          ---    You   don't   need   to   save   me   ;   but    would   you   run   away   with   me  ?

[theyicarus]

         ❝   bruce!   ❞   brooke   gasps.   cut   leg,   arm   bruised,   but   brooke   doesn't   stop   running   from   the   building   until   she's   securely   in   bruce's   arms.   she   nearly   tackle   hugs   him,   still   reeling   from   the   attack   she'd   just   faced   in   her   own   office   at   the   daily   planet.   the   assailant   had   been   so   caught   up   in   her   name...   the   wayne   aspect   of   it.   ❝   please   don't   let   me   go.   please.   ❞

               @theyadonis​ .

[theyicarus]

         -------      @theyadonis​    /    dean.

       she's   leaning   against   the   wall,   partly   because   standing   too   long   hurts,   but   also   because   she   doesn't   want   to   keep   sitting   any   longer.   blair   wants   to   keep   moving,   keep   the   fight   going.   but   it   looks   like   dean's   about   to   play   the   survivor's   guilt   card   on   her   about   what   played   out   a   few   weeks   back   with   the   hellhounds.   little   does   he   know,   she   doesn't   really   care   what   he   said:   she   refuses   to   stay   on   the   sidelines.   ❝   can   we   go   ahead   &   skip   over   all   the   emotional   shit   where   you   tell   me   you   can't   keep   putting   my   life   on   the   line?   'cause   i   swear   winchester,   i   can   still   take   you.   ❞