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@waxwiinged
QUESTION: why do we mortals love icarus so? ANSWER: because he flew, darling. he fell, yes, but first he dared to soar. we are all trying to learn from him.
sunlight & other impossible things | myths reimagined #6 | inkmagician (via inkmagician)
; continued from / @statistiics
❝ oh ? well then. nah, it’s been a while since i’ve broken a skull, i doubt agent sinclair will get that mad, i’ll just blame it on the blood lust. nothing like a fucking idiot to make you get back into the skull breaking business. ❞ sara’s grip tightens over her metal bo stick.
‘ we’ve talked about this, ’ it seems like all they’ve talked about recently is malia’s safety, and she’s growing tired of it. she can fight her mother alone, she doesn’t want to put jay’s life in danger. he’s all she has, he’s the only one who’s kept her grounded, who makes her feel human. at his acceptance, she nods once, a gentle hand trailing along the width of his arm before tugging him closer. ‘ thank you. just try to imagine the situation in reverse. would you want me getting involved? ’
❝ we have, ❞ jay doesn’t bother denying her claim, it’s the truth. all they have talked about as of late is her safety because it’s important to him. she is all he has, his most important person. he can’t let her do this, but he figures the best way to keep her safe is by agreeing to her wishes. it’s all he can do for now. there really aren’t any choices he has anyways. he quietly lets her tug him closer, leans into her even. ❝ you’re welcome, but of course i wouldn’t. but i can’t, i need you to be okay. ❞
‘ why not?! what’s your problem?! ’ as someone who’s used to conflict, jay’s harsh tone does little to offend her, or even surprise her. instead, she snaps back with equal vigour, eyebrows pressing together. the male may be her best friend, but she’s not afraid of speaking of her mind. ‘ i don’t need help. i can handle her. on my own. i don’t need you guys risking anything to try and protect me. least of all you. ’
❝ my problem ? what’s your problem ? why can’t you understand that i care too much about you for you to get hurt ! ❞ jay hates this. he hates it so god damn much because his best friend is going on a suicide mission at this rate, as if this is gonna be the beginning of the end & he isn’t going to let her destroy herself by doing this. ❝ god, i - ❞ his voice cracks, as he runs a hand through his hair. fuck, he loves her, he loves her too much to let her do this to herself. he isn’t going to sit by and watch this happen to her, & fuck it’s angering him. he’s never been so mad at anyone until he’s heard of malia’s demonic mother.
‘ you’re not a mess, eugene. we all have flaws. mine even got me kille — ’ gwen swallows, unable to complete the word. eyelashes flutter, blinking away the water that seems to glass her vision. it’s still a delicate subject. ‘ you can still be amazing despite them. or even because of them, use them to your advantage. channel your temper into your combat. do you remember my speech, at graduation? ’
❝ i kinda am, gwendolyn. -- but hey, don’t say that. ❞ flash immediately turns to her, swallowing dryly. he still can’t believe that she’s BACK, that she’s alive, & it kills him because he only finished mourning when she came back to life. ❝ your flaws were not the reason. never blame yourself for that. & of course, i remember your speech, gwen. it’s not particularly something that’s going to help me in this current situation. your speech didn’t really have a portion on metas. ❞
‘ hm, cute. ’ he turns towards barry, tilting his head as his arms cross over his front; a subtle sign of body language that is said to mean one is feeling self-protective. perhaps slightly vulnerable. ‘ how’s about you and i go for a drink? the bill’s on me, all expenses paid for. what’d you say, hero? ’
❝ i, uh, thanks ? ❞ barry doesn’t exactly know what to do in the face of a compliment, in the face of LEN, so he thinks his stammering is particularly justified in this moment. ❝ a drink ? with the great leonard snart ? with an offer like that, who am i to refuse ? i think i’d say yes, legend. ❞
“now mr. osborn, i know you don’t truly believe that. there must be something you’re passionate about. SHIELD has plenty of workers, that way when someone needs a vacation, to live, the team doesn’t collapse on itself. you’re free to do as you please.”
❝ it’s harry, ❞ he exhales, softly under his breath. he hasn’t been ‘mr. osborn’ in a long time, & he respects helen. ❝ & i do. i do believe that. lie detector me. if we are free to do as we please, then i’m free to work as much as i want to. i don’t need a vacation. & besides: when i die, you guys can just bring me back to life if you need me that desperately. ❞
‘ well can’t you figure it out? this is kind of important. ’ malia needs to learn how to shift back into a coyote, she wants to be able to retain that same feeling she’d had whilst she lived in the woods. freedom, safety. it’s an easy way to dodge her problems, but she avoids mentioning her reasons. timbo’s the only one she feels can help her; because for him, shifting back and forth seems effortless. / @waxwiinged, continued from.
❝ i-i can try, ‘bviously, but um. okay. ❞ it’s hard for timbo to GATHER his thoughts. he’s not a teacher, the elders never prepared him for this kind of situation, but he shuts his eyes as he tries his best to just think. ❝ okay, okay, just... you can’t force a shift. you have to just... s’like breathing. just take a deep breath... & when you exhale, just picture your coyote form. ❞
[ SMS: hunter ( clarington, not an argent ) ]: what makes u think that? [ SMS: hunter ( clarington, not an argent ) ]: of course it does. the twins? eggsy? danny? lydia? quinn? as long as it’s not seb i don’t care
[ sms - wolf boy 🐶 ]: seb
[ sms - wolf boy 🐶 ]: all of them at one point. ( except seb. that’d be weird. even for me. )
‘ i mean, they allow me, right? and i’m kind of a dog. ’ scott mutters, laughing at his own joke. but technically speaking, it is true, so there’s no reason for them to disallow pets in the SHIELD housing quarters. especially dogs, everyone loves a puppy. ‘ yeah! anything would be awesome. i’d love a labrador, or a really active spaniel. you should definitely get one. ’
❝ kind of ? what do you mean, friend scott ? ❞ she smiles at his laughter though. she highly doubts that SHIELD will care much for pets, seeing as who didn’t love cute pets ? ❝ definitely anything, i assume sebastian would not mind taking over an animal shelter if we are able to convince him the moral values behind helping adopt all those puppies ! ❞
#sometimes we forget #this scene actually exist #thomas pushing minho around #minho letting him #because he’s too outraged to reply anything #minho can’t believe thomas actually dared #like #nobody pushed me around before #minho’s hilarious face #priceless #bless
“i know,” her voice is barely a whisper, & it cracks on every word. that’s due to her throat drying with FEAR; fear of losing her best friend again. they haven’t even truly had a chance to reconcile, to make up for all those lost years. it’s no secret that both of them have changed DRASTICALLY, & quinn had wants to know everything about the fallen male currently in her arms. crimson pools on the fabric of his t-shirt, but she tries to keep her focus on his facial features. “you’re not funny,” but her words betray her, as she laughs melodically seconds later ( although elements of it are humourless, PAINED ). “you know how much those kinds of statements annoy me.” especially now, when sebastian could cause himself further damage by talking. although she can’t deny how reassuring it is, to see him manage a smile. he’ll be okay, he’ll be okay – she repeats the sentence, in her thoughts, as a mantra. she can’t let herself cave into to any alternatives. hazel eyes close upon feeling gentle contact on her cheek, a light sigh passing over her as she delicately places a hand over sebastian’s own. “i love you,” she has to tell him, just in case.
sebastian’s heart aches & stops when he hears the crack in her voice. he hates causing her pain. it’s honestly on his list of things he hates the most. right up there with leaving her. he’s far too stubborn for his own good, he’s gonna live purely on his stubbornness alone. blood is going to his lungs, he knows by the way he can feel red metallic bubble over. he isn’t gonna die, not when he still needs to KNOW quinn. the years have been unkind on both of them, & he wants to know everything he can about her life. he’s not going to die. ❝ yes i am, ❞ sebastian mumbles, coughing a bit. ❝ sorry princess. ❞ he’s smiling, if only to make sure she knows he’ll be fine, he’ll be okay. SHIELD’s taking a bit long to get here, but he’ll be FINE. there is only one way this story ends & it’s with him beating death yet again. he isn’t a robot, though. it hurts. it hurts so much. his body is veering on the edge of shock & unconsciousness, & he’s clinging to his consciousness purely for quinn. he shuts his eyes himself when he feels her gently place a hand over his. ❝ i love you too. ❞
❛ i GET that you had to leave. but i expected, we expected, at the very least, a GOODBYE ! we woke up and you were gone. we SUFFERED. —– are you an idiot ? you know i’m not actually going to punch you. ❜ quinn finishes her ranting with a large exhalation, sadness and frustration clouding in her eyes. she’s heard of the organization, yes, in BRIEF passing. and she holds a bitter resentment towards it, from RIPPING her best friend away from her. but the blonde knows no explanation will come if she continues raising her voice, and so she presses her lips together in a firm line, arms crossed as if she’s defending herself against the truth. she needs to hear it, if she’s going to work towards CLOSURE, but as if by premonition she already knows she’ll fail to be happy with the outcome. ❛ bas ——–, ❜ a breath catches in her dry throat as her former thoughts are confirmed, as she comprehends everything that sebastian is saying. he’d been, in a word: USED. and suddenly any anger that she’d been grasping at falls away from her like water, guilt and despair quickly forming in it’s place. quinn’s not entirely sure how to respond, or if she should even respond at all. ❛ … i’m so sorry. this should never have happened to you. it shouldn’t happen to ANYONE. but you’re still sebastian to me. whatever you go through, wherever you are, you will always be my best friend, okay ? NONE of us are the same. and no, i was never satisfied. you still could have COME to me, but i understand.❜ after a flicker of hesitation, she reaches out her arm and takes the brunette’s hand in her own.
❝ if i said GOODBYE, i never would have been able to leave. I SUFFERED TOO. well you should ?? if you’re that upset at everything i’ve done, just punch me already, GOD -- ❞ he hated this. he couldn’t handle conversations anymore, not when he’s been DISCIPLINED. when unfavourable things happen, you get the slap on the wrist. it’s his fault. everything about this is his fault. ❝ i remember them. not every single one. but the kids. i remember the kids. their faces. they made me kill them. they told me. they would kill everyone i cared about. & i thought. this was me saving you guys. this was me doing a GOOD thing. ❞ he’s thrust back into his memories just like that. a fourteen year old sebastian had been manipulated. had been told that the people he were killing HAD to die. & he never questioned it. but the second he did ? how on earth was he expected to get out ? when DANIEL had been the one to take him in. -- when he looks at quinn, he feels like shit. like actual shit because this is his best friend, & he’s so tired of running. he’s missed her more than he cares to admit, & it aches that he’s caused her pain. that he’s caused her & hunter grief. ❝ it isn’t your fault. -- & it didn’t happen, but it did. it happened, quinn. i’m a murderer. i’m not the sebastian you knew. i’m going to fuck up sometimes. i’m gonna forget shit & i’m going to say dumb shit, & i’m going to make dumb mistakes. & i need you to ACCEPT that. i couldn’t have come to you when i got out of there because that was me putting you in danger, & i could NEVER do that to you. ❞ when she reaches her hand to his, he loosens his crossed arms to interlace their fingers. they weren’t going to be fixed. not anytime soon. but they had time. & that’s what mattered.
continued from here // @waxwiinged
❛ y’know, with our memories ? they were OURS. and we can’t get them back. everything we had before this — hell, before the GLADE, it’s all gone. we got nothing. they took everything from us. ❜
❝ ... thomas. ❞ minho shuts his eyes. he isn’t good at this. this is NEWT’S job. the glue. he was the glue. the one who was good at this whole heart-to-heart thing. ❝ they didn’t take everything from us. ❞ they could have taken each other. they still had each other.
; continued from / @statistiics
❝ what if i don’t WANT you to know what’s wrong, did you ever think about that ? i have done just fine without anyone else. you can keep as many secrets as you want, it’s not ABOUT keeping secrets -- i just don’t want to TELL you. ❞ why would she ? her father MADE her a murderer. why on earth would she want to tell anyone about THAT ?
‘ oh, it has? maybe it’s something you should look into, it sounds really useful. although i’m guessing you wouldn’t need it, your footfall is as light as a feather. they trained you well, ’ gwen laughs melodically; unable to avoid noticing the way her boots click loudly on the marble flooring as she walks over to her desk. she retrieves a notebook and pen, eager to take notes on q’s work, ensuring she doesn’t forget any minor details. ‘ tonfas? i think mindy is going be ecstatic when she hears about those. but those ideas are… fascinating. maybe the spikes you’re adding could be laced with a lethal toxin that ejects when a button on the handle is pressed? the only issue with that is that whoever uses them would have to be expertly trained and super cautious. do you mind if i do some more research and pitch back to you in two hours? ’
“i should, it might help the other agents with subtlety. i have heard they are not doing so great with that,” q laughs lightly. sebastian had been quite loud about his gossip on the issue before he’s smiling at fonder memories of being in mi-6, “that they did. mi-6 does train spies after all.” he produces a tablet from his bag, flicking through pictures to show gwen. “yes, tonfas. mindy has been wanting more traditionally inspired weapons but with modern twists as of late, so i hope she will enjoy them. i’m sure we could think of a lethal toxin that could work. maybe the spikes could secrete the fluid, so that it doesn’t cause a mess for the user. we could also make sure the user has the antidote for the toxin at all times as well as that they can garner an immunity for the poison.” he details, brainstorming ideas. gwen was a very bright girl, & her ideas often led to amazing things. he nods to her, “feel free to.”
“you’re quite welcome.”
“so how are you, princess fiona?”
