❖- Who would you most like to send to jail? ✌- Who would you most like to go to jail with?
make my muse uncomfortable: Send me a symbol, and my muse will answer with the name and URL of another muse here on Tumblr: - @timeguardians
Please Note: I'm going to answer these in a headcanon manner because I don't follow interact with enough people in the SVU fandom to do this with urls. Especially with the characters that he might want to put in these.
@timeguardians liked for a starter with Phillip Hoffman
Phillip had been expecting his queen, not a strange girl when he arrived in the Christmas Tree Forest, and here was this young woman standing in the clearing marveling at the snow.
"El, I want a baby," Liv confesses, seating herself on the kitchen counter. She knows it is FOOLISHNESS. With her work schedule to desire something that requires great care. But she can't seem to satiate that desire, it lingers far too headily.
Shitty, burnt coffee in hand and halfway raised to his lips, Elliot paused.
All he could do was blink a few times before making a slight noise that indicated he heard her, an amused expression growing on his face as he nodded his head to her, chin jutting towards her as he finally took a sip, already used to its horrid taste so he was able to hide the shudder.
Fucking Munch and never changing the damn pot.
"You want a baby. Okay. Uh. There's pretty much one way that's almost completely guaranteed to get you that, but is there a reason you're telling me? I mean, considering the fact that I have as many as I do, I can definitely say that if you're bringing it up to me for a reason- I'd say I'm pretty damn good at making that goal happen?"
Giving her a teasing smirk, he leaned against the opposite counter and crossed his ankles as he just watched her. "Why now? Is it because of everything that happened with Calvin?"
Her voice is uttered in a whisper as she enters the darkened kitchen, perhaps with the same intention Peter initially held of fetching a glass of water. The air around them is so still at this midnight hour, especially within the walls of their family home. They haven't been back long, and will be leaving once more for school sooner than not; after their years of absence ( decades that are only present in their souls and not on their faces ), he almost feels like a stranger here. For the moment, however, his blue eyes are alight with something akin to excitement.
Peter tips his head to the window as he extends his hand to his youngest sister. "Come here, I want to show you something!"
@timeguardians asked: i'll admit, i have thought about you like that. (Lizzie to Pascal)
"SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS | Accepting
Dom raises a brow, shifting from one foot to the other, putting his bag down on the ground. "It's not nice to tease people, Novak." Unsure if she is telling the truth or just teasing him after he said he was too old to actually catch someone's eye. He hums a bit, looks her over, and then stops on her face. "Then I gotta say I thought about you like that too."
The soft, powder blue of his eyes search her own for some kind of indication that she really wishes to never see him again. There seems to be a fairly steadfast hold on her, keeping her just out of reach, which attracts a rage deep within. It shows through the piercing shade of his eyes, as they grow more sharp, more vibrant with frustration.
Inwardly, he retreats for a moment, weighing his options because he doesn't wish to force her hand, much as he might have fallen completely and irrationally in love with her, in the short time they had known one another. Jack lifts his gaze to meet hers in a last bid to change her mind. Her remains silent, but the expression upon his face is every emotion and every heartache that he has ever experienced in his life.
He doesn't want them to end up in the same position that he had witnessed many a folk stumble into throughout their lives. The differences between them both seemed to sway her thoughts and feelings far too easily and the fact alone that she allowed it to be that way, to not fight against the current of what society deemed normal, made him feel insignificant and in a way, secondary to whatever else she had going on.
Jack knew her conflict ate away at her even in the best of times and right now he was able to see it clear as day upon her face, though she tried desperately to hide it deep within the shadows of her heart. No matter what he had done up until this point, she was still reluctant to simply take his hand and leave her world behind.
He isn't going to leave this alone, no matter the rejection he may feel with every hurt word that passes over her lips; he knows that is the sole reason for her denial. There's something very familiar about how she handles unccomfortable situations like this. It takes him no time at all to realise she is speaking to him with a wounded heart and it eats away at him with every second that goes by.
" No, " he simply tells her, eyes boring into her own once more as his grip remains to hold her jaw in place, so her own eyes cannot leave his own even as she sends a look elsewhere in the room. She's fighting her demons as they stand there and he would be a fool to walk away now as he's far too involved. " You're not shutting me out, Rose. I won't let you, " he adds, his own jaw tensing as he says this.
He steps a little closer, somewhat crowding her personal space but finding that he very much does not care for formalities anymore. His heart has been swept away by both her ethereal beauty and the conversations they had shared. She was a lot wiser, a lot stronger, than she would ever believe, but he wanted to spend the rest of his days making sure she knew this about herself, no matter what it took.
Right now, he could see the torment of several fires burning, conflict engaging all of her senses as she resembled someone completely damaged. He wanted to be a beacon for her, calling her back to shore and providing the strength she needed.
" I'm never going to let you go, Rose, " he says, closing the space between them if only a little, not quite cracking through the barrier she had put up, but close enough to her now that she couldn't possibly deny him his devotion.
