just imagine yourself curled up by a big old space heater. ( mary jane to peter ^-^ )
❝ mmh, that sounds so good right about now. ❞
he sighs, longing. though the spider powers were burdensome in more ways than one, one of the more persuasive ways was this unrelenting and unbearable weakness to the cold. a chill he could handle, but the snow of a new york winter had his bundling up like he was preparing for a trip to antarctica. could be worse, though. he could be swinging through the streets of new york in nothing but his spandex and a beanie and scarf combo that only did so much to warm him up. he really ought to install some more thermoregulators into his suit . . . he saves the thought for later, instead snuggling into his hoodie a bit more and giving @vespert1nes a smile warmer than he was feeling. at least she a lit bit of pity and sympathy for him.
❝ you make me sound like a cat. how about we settle for some hot chocolate for now ? the space heater can wait a little bit longer. ❞
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐈𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘. that’s maybe the one good thing verso has going for him as of late: the world isn’t COMPLETELY falling to pieces around him. old foes might be rearing their heads and reminding him of his own mortal follies, sure, but he can SURVIVE that. in the past week alone, he’s dealt with three different empousas who remembered his face — and unfortunately the taste of his blood — from tartarus. they were sent right back where they belong, of course, and not a word of it was spoken to any particular party.
why should it ?? he’s VERSO SACHS. betrayer, delver of tartarus, lost son of zeus and all the gods WORST NIGHTMARE made human. the last thing anyone needs is for him to start running his mouth about how bad he has it.
besides, he knows how to cope. the sting of vodka against the walls of his throat tells him so.
it’s probably not the BEST for his image to go drinking when he’s supposed to be treating his cousin. to his credit, he’s only a few gulps in for the evening; his flask still has the majority of it’s contents. he doubts percy will MIND either way considering the amount of effort verso has put into the venture.
what’s the venture ?? easy. an aquarium trip for the sea’s FAVORITE kid who, despite being an insane thorn in verso’s side more often than not, still deserves SOMETHING of a nice break from the monotony of life. naturally, verso hasn’t been ENTIRELY honest with the son of poseidon about what they’ll be doing… but surprises are the spice of life.
plus, if jackson KNEW that he went ahead and got a way into the aquarium long after closing, he might not be AS impressed. not that verso cares if percy jackson is impressed or not. he doesn’t.
(the truth of the matter is this: there are a few aquatic monsters here who POSEIDON HIMSELF wants checked on, and verso’s trying to make it easy for everybody involved by simply getting the boy wonder fish-talker to tag along. it’s a surprise and an attempt to ease the stress on the other demigod, sure… but it’s also a way for verso to get his work for the day done early)
verso checks his watch with a quick glance, then clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. it’s late, sure, but it’s not THAT late.
❝ come on, kid, ❞ verso grumbles, ❝ how am I the one on time ?? ❞
"Now now, putting that at people is rude, you know," Noir remarks, descending from a fire escape and kicking a gun out of a goon's hand. The gun clatters to the ground in a series of metallic thuds. The goon lunges to reach for the dropped weapon and Noir fires two webs in quick succession, binding the goon's hands and feet together. Tipping is hat at his newfound companion, he adds, "I figured you would not mind the interruption if the interruption prevented you from getting shot."
[ TXT ] : it's been awhile, we should meet up somewhere. (from cissie!)
@vespert1nes
[ msg: miss ciss ] i'm gonna have to check my very busy schedule first. (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
[ msg: miss ciss ] okay, well, i'm free on...
[ msg: miss ciss ] always. ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)
[ msg: miss ciss ] just name a time and place and i'll be there, obviously.
[ msg: miss ciss ] as if i wouldn't make time for u, dummy.
[ msg: miss ciss ] i could even travel forward in time and meet u rn.
[ msg: miss ciss ] but that would cause a whole buncha problems.
[ msg: miss ciss ] plus, i'm still very much in trouble for breaking time laws. (╥‸╥)
[ msg: miss ciss ] i guess we do have a lot to catch up on, huh?? （˶•̀ ᎑-˶）
SO FRANTIC WERE HIS MOVEMENTS, HE ALMOST INPUTTED HER NUMBER INCORRECTLY. Such carelessness wasn't typical of him - but circumstances were unfolding quickly, and there was now the potential for very personal implications.
THE DIAL TONE RANG - AND RANG. Hunched over his desk, the fingers of his free hand briefly tapped impatiently against his desk. Come on...
AND THEN, SHE ANSWERED. At the confirmation that she was, in fact, home, his stomach swooped with something unpleasant.
❝ Mary-Jane? It's Egon. No time to explain. I need you to evacuate your apartment complex immediately. ❞
⤷ ゛@vespert1nes : [ wrong location ] ⎯⎯ sender catches receiver smoking in a place they're definitely not supposed to be smoking in - for selina
ᯓ things done with a cigarette ᵎᵎ
what a pretty kitty.
she'd arranged for this meeting to happen. every step of the way, every turn of selina's day had led up to this very moment; the two of them, bumping into one another on a swing set. well, selina had been the one to idle there. nostalgia, probably, something to do with a few childhood memories - maybe there was comfort to be found.
playground's wood chipped bedding crunches beneath the feet of someone new, head whipping around to get a view of who it could possibly be. a stranger to her, their whistle low and bored as the swing besides her is claimed as theirs.
head is kept low, gaze purposefully avoided, adelaide doing her best to keep up a soft appearance. ❝ ain't mind if i sit wit'chu', do y', gorgeous? ❞ not like she would be going anywhere now that she was here. besides; curiosity killed the cat and all that.
pants pocket is reached into, a pack of cigarettes retrieved for her leisure. bottom is slapped against her palm a few times, lighter plucked from suit coat. the silence between them is shattered by selina, questioning if she should really be leaving a trail of second hand smoke where children would play.
a chuckle. ❝ this is gotham, honey. them kids breathe in worse on the walk home. ❞ stick is lit, sitting snug between her teeth. the light fire creates is dim, but highlights her sickening features. selina shifts. the cat was going to make her escape. adelaide couldn't allow that. she'll cut to the chase.
throat clears. previously mentioned smoke is puffed into the air, neck craning to face her head on. ❝ y'er boyfriend, princess. he's in'a reaaaaal load'a trouble. ❞ then they should be bothering him, not her.
wrist is snagged, adelaide shockingly strong. selina is yanked closer quite forcibly, no escape found. ❝ i can't g'it 'im. y'er my next best thing, kitten. ❞ the least welcoming grin she could possibly muster is offered. ❝ sit wit' me. ❞ grasp tightens. ❝ now. ❞
[ TXT ] : i'm not bringing you tacos at 2am ( cissie to bart )
@vespert1nes
[ cisscita ] cool.
[ cisscita ] i guess i'll just die then. :///
[ cisscita ] since u clearly want me to starve to death.
[ cisscita ] i thought we were cool, cissie.
[ cisscita ] thought we had a special bond. </3
[ cisscita ] now i see that was just a lie.
[ cisscita ] xoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
"Dude, I just said not to apologize." Bianca rolls her eyes. Talking to Percy feels a little like being in detention. Nothing is technically wrong, she's not in any danger, but there's still discomfort and embarrassment. She takes to the feeling as awkwardly as she does anything else.
"I fucked up Nico, not you. He was mad at me. You don't even know why I'm actually mad at you, do you?"
