#week of posts

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“Well, that’s an unexpected…” She seemed to think about it. “Displeasure.”

Owen and Deckard exchanged looks. “Lara.” Owen was the one who decided to speak first.

“I don’t have time for Angry and Angrier today.” She told them immediately.

Deckard snorted. “You used to love time with Angry and Angrier.”

Lara rolled her eyes. “You lasted 30 seconds before bringing that up, Deckard. I’m proud of you.”

“Lara.” Owen tried again. “Come one. We need to talk. For old time’s sake.”

“You mean before you started acting like you were bulletproof?”

Deckard smirked at her. “Didn’t know you cared that much, my lady.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You never did, Deckard, because you never paid attention. So fuck off.”

Owen gave his older brother a look. “Good job, genius.”

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Don’t you hate it when your hands shake when you draw -_-

Today’s Theme: Breaking the 4th Wall

(post 2/30)

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Notes: Previously...

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“You’re hurt.” Diana murmured, clearly saddened by the notion.

“Not all of us are gods.” Lara joked, but it was a weak attempt.

Diana sat behind her and rested her forehead on Lara’s shoulder. “I will take care of you.”

“You don’t have to.” Lara told her.

“But I want to.” The other woman dropped a kiss to her shoulder, before pulling the first aid kit closer to herself.

“Thank you.” Lara said softly.

Diana seemed to think carefully before she decided she’d say what she wanted to. “You’re no longer alone, Lara. Please, remember this.”

“I can take care of myself.” Lara said immediately, more out of habit.

“I’m not saying you aren’t strong enough to do so. We both know how strong you are.” Diana’s tone made it clear she wasn’t just placating Diana. She truly thought so. “It doesn’t mean you have to do things alone. It doesn’t mean you need to hide from me when you get hurt.”

Lara sighed. “I just… You never get hurt.”

“And we both know we can’t compare the two things.” She indicated it easily.

Well, she did have a point.

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The whole room went silent when the man stepped in.

Although… Calling him a man was probably a mistake.

“I should have known your kind would survive.” He said.

The culebras around Kisa bristled at his tone and the implication. Kisa made a gesture for them to wait. “Are you lost?”

“Are you the one they call goddess?” He asked.

“Why does it matter to you?” She pressed.

“I serve the one true God.”

Kisa took a slow perusal of his body. “You don’t look much like a priest.”

“Not a priest.” Wings sprung from his back, and screams of shock permeated the crowd. “An angel for the Lord.”

Kisa hummed. “That’s actually worse.”

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Notes: Previously...

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Borra pressed the hunter against the wall, his wings giving them a -false -sense of privacy.

“You’re awfully close.” She said.

He hummed. “Is this a problem?”

She looked as if she was trying to understand what he was doing. “Not yet.”

He put his hands on her waist, his wings closing in, hiding them in this cocoon. “And now?”

Gretel bit her lower lip, her eyes taking him in. “Not yet.” She said again, but this time slower. “Are you going to come closer?”

“Not yet.”

She snorted, knowing he was once again being difficult. “What are you waiting for?” It wasn’t a challenge, just a real question.

“An invitation.”

She arched an eyebrow. “I have to ask you?”

“You are the lady. You choose how this ends.” He told her simply.

“Do you have a suggestion?” She teased.

“I have a few.” He admitted.

“Let’s start with the easy one, then.”

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“You realize you only look for me when you need something, right?”

“That’s harsh.”

Ren gave her a flat look. “The last time I went anywhere with you, I lost my boat.”

“I got you a new one!” Lara protested.

“I almost died.” He pointed out.

“And yet, here you are.”

He scoffed and turned his back to walk away.

“Ren!” Lara all but whined. “Come on! We had an adventure.”

“I don’t need another one.” He told her even as he kept walking, so she hurried to go after him.

“I can’t do this alone.”

“I’m sure you can. You’re a strong independent woman.”

“Well, thank you for supporting us women…” Lara started, making him snort. “But I’d feel better if I had someone I trust with me.”

He stopped and looked at her. “So you trust me?” He was grinning.

“Yeah, I do.” She grinned back.

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Notes: Previously...

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Sansa opened her eyes when she felt her bed moving. It took a minute for her tired brain to remember she wasn’t alone.

“Go back to sleep.”

For some reason, Borra’s -extremely -grumpy voice was now a comfort for her. “Is it morning already?” She asked, only to yawn right after her sentence finished.

“It doesn’t matter. Go back to sleep.”

Sansa rolled on her back and gave him a look. “Are you growling at me? Already?”

Borra, who had been standing by her bed getting dressed, looked at her, and -for the first time since they’d met -he seemed… Smug. Satisfied.

“You don’t mind the growling.” He reminded her.

Oh how dare he… “If I am not mistaken, you were purring last night.”

In what seemed like a second, Borra was back in bed, his hips between Sansa’s legs, their noses touching. “No, Sansa Stark.” He smirked. “You were the one purring.”