#vmaeved

[danviers]

" What’s going on? ”  From the blanket - strewn berth of her couch, a spot monopolised by Maeve’s presence as much as her lap,  Alex’s near - admonishment staggered on a disquieted murmur.  “ I mean — first you don’t call me for weeks, and then you just ...  you just show up in the middle of the night. ”  

@vmaeved​  /  gets a smol thing.

[unquenchedwill]

                                                  @vmaeved​

New York certainly wasn’t on the top of Carol’s cities to visit, over crowded, noisy... and of course always the first target for any sort of villainous deeds on American soil; fortunately for both the former pilot and the citizens, the last of those statements were not relevant on this particular day.

So what was the former pilot doing in the city if there was no major threat looming? The answer was rather dull in comparison, a late night talk show interview. It sounds great, right? But the truth of the matter was, Captain Marvel was over this press tour for her upcoming memoir... having it up so much of her time from her duties at NASA or at the Avengers Station, but her publicist had insisted despite the fact that her name alone would have driven millions in sales... capitalism at its finest.

Fortunately, Danvers had time to spare driving around the various burrows that the Big Apple was comprised of...

                                  ...the unfortunate part of this scenario, was the sound of police sirens blaring from behind her motocycle... a traffic stop? Right in front of her destination as well? She shouldn’t have been surprised, but it was New York afterall.

Placing her bike in park, Carol would sit up straight and await for the officer to walk up on the side of her.

                   She couldn’t wait to get back home to Boston.

[bustcr-moved]

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He sat at the table, staring her down not that she'd necessarily know from the mask concealing his face. How easy it must be for her to sit there like nothing had happened, like she hadn't tried to kill him.

She was just trying to p-p-p-protect her f-f-friend.

Friend. How nice it would be to have one. Not just the ones from his childhood. But an actual friend he could speak to. These were just co-workers though, and not worth the struggle of his voice.

Except her. She force-fed him an almond joy. She tried to kill him. Noir didn't know Queen Maeve even liked Starlight, let alone was friends with her.

[petrovafired]

❛  oh,  honey!  you're  way  too  pretty  to  be  that  heartbroken.  ❜

@vmaeved​  liked  for  a  one - liner.

[wonedeus]

𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝚂𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴,     as most of her sisters had   ––   the oath had stuck to her like glue.       it tingled in her mind,    as it did in the minds of her sisters nights before and long ago;    a sword piercing through the belly,    unexpected and allowed,    one’s own sword lobbing the enemy striker’s head.       the mouth wets with anticipation,    with greed desire.        the skin runs cold and the jaw sets,    lifted up alongside the steely black gaze.       ❝   how has it touched you ?    the battles of man’s world,   i mean.      to choose.   ❞        the question is low and hushed,     as if she did not dare ask to begin with.        she leans against the wall,    casual with the way she crosses her arms.     she is loose and lazy in stature,    but the curiosity bleeds through her flesh.     the moments pass as leaves,    the silence becomes suffocating.        @vmaeved  takes a tight breath and looks up,    a smile thin on her face.     ‘ it made me merciless. ’     the word stings like sand in the eyes.

 ❝   is that so,   (  ...  )    ?   ❞       thick and heavy,    greedy for more.      her tongue darts against her lips,    pink against a dark red.        anticipation lines her teeth like sweet enamel.    ❝   i have never thought of it as that.      we are a fighting kind,    the amazons,   and the remembering kind.    we strive to be remembered past death,     and battle - song makes a good story.   ❞      humored,    gentle.

                                   𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂.     NOT ACCEPTING.

[luneknights]

❝    whatever  you’re  looking  for,    you’re  not  gonna  find  it  here.    ❞      @vmaeved​

[bnjmin]

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        door   pushes   open    ----     @vmaeved​.   he    can’t   help   the   sigh   that   escapes.    “    what  now?   “

[ltdice-a]

ACT  I         ──           DISPOSITION:         ANNOYED,    IRKED,    COMPLAINING.        ACT  II         ──         REGARDING:      STARTER  CALL.         STATUS:     NOT  ACCEPTING.

hardened  by  reckless  abandon;     the  desolate  world  of  authority  figures  all  possessing  similar  features  and  wealth,    pressured  by  the  tinges  of  society  to  be  a  certain  way,    to  act  a  certain  way,    to  speak  a  certain  way     ──      her  disdain  is  made  evident  in  the  nasty  curl  of  her  lip.      she  was  her  own,     as  she  always  would  be.     her  teeth  grit  together  for  a  passing  moment  until  she  replaces  the  grimace  with  a  sarcastic  smile  as  she  turns  to  @vmaeved​ .       ‟   don’t  you  just  love  when  men  tell  you  to  give  ‘em  a  smile?  ”      she’s  teetering  on  the  edge  of  a  long  winded  rant  but  she’ll  withhold  for  the  breaths  are  eager  to  escape.      ‟   like  give  me  something  to  smile  about  then,    asshole.  ”