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[myriadxofxmuses]

What sad planet analogy are you?

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Saturn is slowly losing its rings

You have always been someone very smart, ambitious and extremely calm and collected, yet you feel as if you were slowly losing yourself. You've started to act different, you are losing many people around you, as if everyone and everything was slowly leaving you, it makes you feel helpless, you want to take control of your life again, yet you don't know how

[timeguardians]

@vegalores continued x

Kat continues her trek around him with a deliberate poise. She eyes him the way a ravenous hawk does it's defenseless prey. Her porcelain fingertips gently ghost along the shoulder pads of his costume suit. A goading grin manages to tug at her lips at his grunt. Leaning into his ear, she purs. "I'll take that as an affirmation." One, in which, she is far too well pleased. It was quite nice to have someone as handsome and brooding THINKING of her in his off hours. (Or so she'd like to imagine he did)

Her eyes flick over the side of his cowl. "What's the matter, Bats?" She pauses to taunt him. "Am I under your skin already? And it's barely been -- What? Three minutes?" The rumble of her laughter is tinged with darkness. She toys her fingers up the well-defined breadth of his chest. "It's not even time for lunch." Though deep fried bats could have an appetizing appeal, were she in the mood. And yet, a part of her did HATE the idea of finishing him off. He was a worthy opponent.

The torturer finishes her path, now standing to look him DEAD in the eyes. "I always KNEW you were a glutton for punishment." Sucking in a breath, she remembers using jumper cables and a little electricity to make him squirm. "So what? You've decided to come back for MORE?" Though she would NOT complain, if he were. Watching him suffer was quite fulfilling on a deeply personal level. "Still reeling from the aftershocks?" She hopefully prods. "You do squirm quite prettily."

The humor that ran rampant in Kat's stormy blue eyes suddenly vaporizes. "My help?" She parrots with incredulous, sardonic laughter. Tipping her jaw in his direction, she prods. "What makes you THINK that I'd assist you with anything?" Cold calculation resounds in her stare. "Is there anything about me that screams FINK to you?" She asks, restarting an exasperatingly slow circle around him again.

"And if I did," she shiveringly relates, stopping short to lean into his cowl covered ears again. "You must know, there'd be a STEEP price to pay. My services are NEVER cheap." Dare she have hope that Bats would be willing to offer her whatever she would ask? Again she MOVES to look him deep in the eyes, leaning in perilously close. Close enough to nearly feel his breath.

[m1dn1ghthour]

continued   from   x   with   @vegalores .

                    ERIN’S   STILL   A   LITTLE   breathless   from   the   thrill   of   the   hunt   ,   the   thrill   of   the   kill    ―    the   bloody   knife   in   her   hand   is   positively   quivering   due   to   how   much   she’s   trembling   from   the   leftover   adrenaline .     call   her   crazy    (    they   both   prefer   the   term   psychotic   ,   but   whatever    )    ,   but   something   about   taking   lives   really   turns   her   into   a   bit   of   a   wild   animal .     she’s   feral   ,   primal   ,   all   flared   nostrils   and   gnashing   teeth .     she’s   got   the   urge   to   keep   going   even   though   there’s   nothing   left   ,   it’s   like   an   itch   that   she   just   can’t   seem   to   scratch .     even   then   …   the   sound   of   billy’s   voice   immediately   lulls   the   monster   inside   of   her   into   something   close   to   submission   and   she   visibly   perks   up   ,   a   half   smile   appearing   upon   her   visage   that   is   only   a   little   bit   frenzied .

                    SHE   LOOKS   TO   HIM   ,   then   ,   a   certain   understated   softness   reflecting   within   her   chocolaty   eyes   before   she   shrugs   bashfully   ,    ❛   awwww   ,   shucks   ,   billy   …   ❜    the   fist   that’s   still   holding   the   weapon   that’s   drenched   in   all   sorts   of   gore   moves   ,   colliding   with   the   place   above   her   heart   with   a   dull   thud .     the   blade   is   a   little   too   close   to   her   face   ,   not   that   she   minds    ;    the   sharp   edge   is   only   an   inch   or   two   away   from   her   lips   and   a   darkly   mischievous   glimmer   enters   her   hues   ,   smile   growing   until   it’s   full   fledged .     it’s   that   look   erin   gets   when   a   particularly   twisted   idea   that   she   greatly   relishes   pops   into   her   little   noggin .     then   ,   without   a   hint   of   hesitation   ,   her   tongue   darts   out   to   lick   up   the   flat   edge   of   the   knife .     yes   ,   she’s   lapping   up   the   blood   like   it’s   a   popsicle .     what   of   it   ?     don't   knock   it   'til   you   try   it   ,   folks   !

                    ❛   THE   OPPORTUNITY   WAS   THERE   and   i   couldn’t   resist   it   …   it’s   actually   pretty   yummy   ,   though .     want   some   ?     there’s   a   little   leftover .   ❜

[m1dn1ghthour]

continued   from   x   with   @vegalores .

                    THEODOSIA   FEELS   TRAPPED   IN   a   state   of   perpetual   hell .     even   the   moments   she   has   with   lestat   cannot   fully   dampen   the   sensation   ,   no   matter   how   hard   she   tries   to   shove   it   away .     for   as   long   as   dragomir   is   alive   ,   she   will   know   no   peace .     it’s   something   she’s   grown   accustomed   to   ,   yet   absolutely   reviles   all   at   the   same   time .     no   matter   how   valiantly   she   rages   against   it   and   him   ,   no   change   comes .     it   gets   worse   every   day .     and   ,   she   knows   that   it   will   eventually   kill   her .     that   was   written   by   the   fates   long   ago .

                    BOTH   LESTAT’S   ACTIONS   AND   words   cause   her   to   feel   some   semblance   of   inner   calmness   that   must   be   the   closest   to   true   peace   that   she’s   felt   in   years   and   she   immediately   melts   into   his   embrace   ,   arms   wrapping   around   his   waist   and   forehead   resting   upon   his   shoulder   as   she   heaves   a   shuddering   sigh   ,    ❛   i   just   …   i   am   at   a   loss   as   to   what   to   do .   ❜    she   begins   ,   a   heavy   layer   of   helplessness   and   unfiltered   desperation   coating   her   words .     her   head   shakes   ,   traitorous   tears   slipping   from   golden   hues .

                    ❛   HE   …   HE   CANNOT   BE   stopped .     i   have   tried   everything   ,   but    [   …   ]    there   is   something   within   him   that   makes   it   all   impossible .     this   …   this   beast .     it   should   have   never   been   in   this   realm   ,   it   should   have   never   crossed   the   threshold   between   worlds   as   we   know   them .     but   ,   it   did .     and   ,   it   has   made   a   home   inside   of   him .     he   was   never   a   good   person   ,   but   …   ❜    a   bitter   ,   tired   laugh   sounds   as   theodosia   lifts   her   head   to   look   into   his   striking   eyes   once   again   ,    ❛   neither   am   i .     this   monster   ,   though   …   it   is   unlike   anything .     i   do   not   think   even   you   could   destroy   it .   ❜

                    THERE’S   SOMETHING   SO   GRAVE   about   her   tone   ,   about   the   look   within   her   watery   eyes   as   her   arms   uncoil   from   around   him   so   her   hands   can   latch   onto   his   shoulders .     but   ,   her   expression   softens   just   slightly   ,   heart   wrenching   smile   upon   full   lips    ―    though   ,   the   intensity   remains   ,   even   if   it   is   quieted   ,    ❛   i   cherish   your   heart   too   ,   lestat   …   and   ,   that   is   why   i   could   never   ask   you .   ❜

[timeguardians]

@vegalores continued X Bats and Joker

The Bat's pervasive SCOWL persists despite the presence of the cowl. Humorless narrowed eyes remained transfixed contemptuously upon the parasite known as the Joker. Reserves of patience are RAPIDLY waning, driping away like fluid in an IV bag, one dribble at a time. The urge to ram is head into the nearest wall is felt so PALPABLY In her form that it has it's own gut-twisting PULSE.

His dismissive airs, however, do FINALLY snap a fabric of restraint and she reaches up, her gloved hand crushing down upon his wrist. Uneven gravel buoys her words. "I care LITTLE for your games." It is a red lit warning like the spark on a stick of dynamite slowly approaching detonation. In exasperation, she shoves that hand of his back at him.

A flick of something more sinister than IRE appears in otherwise stoic but menacing eyes. Her jaw which had been clenched down, gives a heady TWITCH of aggravation at his evasive response. A non-answer was NOT what she was actively seeking. Not when her Butler's life was in DANGER.

"No?" She challenges, her tone RIFE considerable loathing and a degree of unuttered denigration. Her steps hazard to tread closer to the threat. "Then why don't you tell me WHY I am here." The invitation is not one that comes easily. In truth the Bat doesn't want to know. "And I will warn you, THIS better be worth my time."

There's no light to be found in any corner of her discerning eyes. "What --- have-- YOU ---- DONE?" Her words are punctuated with the presence of impatience.

[timeguardians]

@vegalores continued X Harley & Bri

Careful steps are tread closer. Discerning orbs behold the other woman carefully, while deploying the ultimate caution. The city lights drift up over the sharpest ends of her countenance before plunging them back into the shadows again; in the form of a menacing ambience.

"What are you on?" Wayne empathetically questions. "You take something? Think it'll ease the pain? Take the knife-like edge off?" She keeps pressing. "Don't be alarmed," her voice is dark and heady with a measure of understanding. "I -- I can read it in your eyes." This could be a trap. A cleverly designed one, but there was something about the lost look in the other's eyes that made it DIFFICULT for the caped crusader to abandon the other woman.

[timeguardians]

"Grasp" ( Kylo for Rey )

Send "Grasp" to grasp my muse's jaw and force them to look your muse in the eye

Discomfiture SPLINTERS through her as his rough hand encompass her jaw, which she feels give a nervous twitch beneath his grasp. Oaken orbs reluctantly turn to him, deriving no pleasure in the act of meeting his gaze. The fact that he can read her as though she is little more than words transcribed on a page is TANGIBLE. Oh, it is far, far too keenly pronounced for her liking. She wants him OUT. OUT OF HER HEAD. She wants him to cease his intrusive trespassing into her most privatized thoughts.

"What? What is it you hope to find?" She prods, voice full of false bravado.

Rare vulnerability is birthed in the moment she finally allows their gazes to not only transect, but linger, like fated crossings charted on a map. Rey, a scrawny little nobody from nowhere, is SUDDENLY more seen than ever before. Intensity. That's what she feels raging through her veins like an unstoppable FLOOD. It both repels and attracts her.

"Y-- your afraid." She asserts with a strange TINGE of SATISFACTION at her own ability to read what is almost expertly concealed behind the graces of his own eyes. "I-- I can feel it." It is almost as if his fears were suddenly housed in her bones.

[timeguardians]

"Grasp" ( Jack for Rose )

Send "Grasp" to grasp my muse's jaw and force them to look your muse in the eye

There is a palpable THUD in the cavity of her chest. It resounds with incredible resolve as his calloused and charcoal ladened fingers snare about her jaw. One that achingly reminds the heiress that she is still very much alive. Being alive also unfortunately meant being present in her bleak reality.

Forbidden, Rose's pulse races. How was it, that standing near Cal Hockley never felt like anything more than a death sentence, and in stark contrast, Dawson ELECTRIFIED? Every nerve seemed to crave his proximity. Fire threatened to ignite deep in the pit of her stomach.

Wide cerulean orbs BETRAY Rose. Her lashes blink frenzily at first, before caving to give him a directed glance. Surely, the artist would get a glimpse of pupils rife with unbridled DESIRE.

Jack's touch, though forcefully commanding, is far more tender than Hockley's had ever deigned to venture. "I-- I can't--" A tumultous quiver invades all the syllable of her two words.

Her body language, however, sends an entirely DIFFERENT message. She melts back against the wall, her jaw tipping to lean into the graces of his touch. "Don't look at me like that!!!!" She commands, trying to fumble for her shattering restraint. "Like you WANT me, because you can't!" She vocally protests, as if saying the words would be powerful enough an argument to dissuade him.

Those moony, magnificent eyes of Jack's were far too great a TEMPTATION. To drowned in their warm, ethereal waters would be a WELCOME distraction. An unwavering distraction at that. If he kept it up, she just might crumble. Crumble into a million pieces and each one wishing to place an unacceptable kiss to the graces of his far-too soft lips. Her cheeks singe with the unuttered yearning. It is far too much for her to bear. Briefly sinking her teeth into the cushion of her lower-lip does nothing to HELP.

"Well?" She swallows. "Are you going to unhand me, Mr. Dawson?!" She rattles in the form of an unabided order. Yet, in TRUTH, she NEVER wishes for Jack to remove his hands. Any contact with him, even in FRUSTRATION is far too short.

@vegalores