One muse is not enough

[This is a multiple muse account.] Sometimes, one muse is not enough. Sometimes, two aren't, either. Truth is, this head has so many muses that a lot of them get a place on here. [Please read RP Info first]

[soldatzima]

This is my forgiveness | | James & Natasha

[soldatzima]

The Russian didn’t throw him off at all and he didn’t even flinch nor move from the shadows. Instead he studied her for a long moment before answering, it was strange how familiar she seemed to him but it was still so foggy and distorted, he barely knew if what he was thinking was actually true. He almost made a noise of discomfort but held it back before he made a mistake, Winter wasn’t sure what she was thinking but she didn’t seem too surprised to see him, but then again he would have done the same exact thing if someone caught him off guard; which never happened, of course. A hooded head tilted to the side, still concealed by the shadows the Soldier finally spoke.

“I— Want answers.” It was a simple phrase but held more emotion than he would have liked to let out, he was just so god damn confused and wasn’t even sure if he would get answers from her let alone any sympathy. Not that he wanted pity– of course he didn’t want that, he just wanted answers to what questions he didn’t know there were so many of them in his head and he had to think really had just to keep them all straight and in one language.

Clearing his throat he tried again, trying to make his tone seem more friendly but it still came out the same as it always did, minimalistic and almost monotone. “I just want…… answers.” This time it was difficult because he normally didn’t get answers this way, it was like breaking the habit of some horrible drug usage but it wasn’t. Of course he didn’t want to hurt her but there was that under layer of possibilities that flew through his mind accompanied by the many questions and confusing memories and images he held within his skull.

[waytoomanymuses]

She waited, patiently, because she knew he’d talk to her eventually. Maybe, for a second, she was worried he wasn’t even there and she was hallucinating - again - but then, there was a quiet voice talking to her and so she nodded, stretching her shoulders by straightening them and her whole posture, nodding, just enough for him to notice.

“Alright.” she answered quietly, looking into his direction, before she stepped once more, towards her appartment building. “Follow me, but be quiet.” she said, knowing she didn’t need to tell him that, per se.

She moved quietly, too, up the stairs on the outside of the building to get to her apartment, opening it with a quick flick of her wrist and the key in the lock. She left the door open for him and walked, and it all looked so natural, even though her heart was pounding in her chest and panic started to boil in her stomach. Why did he come to her? Why her, why not Steve, who was even easier to track down? Why did he decide that she would be his best bet?

[soldatzima]

This is my forgiveness | | James & Natasha

waytoomanymuses

Confusion, it often wasn’t a word in the Winter Soldier’s vocabulary and really for a long while he hadn’t needed to speak at all. But one mission, one simple fucking mission had changed all of that. Not only was he insanely confused but he had lost who he had once been before. It was fragments in the middle of the night, terrors of what had been done to him and what he had done to others, and worst of all he couldn’t decipher what was real or not anymore. And it hurt. Not just an emotional pain, something he hadn’t suffered from in such a long time, but physically and mentally as well, this whole god damn thing h u r t. Winter— no Bucky, that’s what the man on the bridge had called him– but even that felt unfamiliar; he just needed answers and the only place he could think to get them was from the man on the bridge… his friend. Yes they were friends, best friends, a long time ago— this was a different age, a different time and Wint– Bucky had done terrible things. So many terrible things. Answers, yes, he needed answers, something– anything to clear the tormenting fragments and haunting flashbacks of what was twisted inside his mind. It was easy to stay hidden, perhaps the easiest part, of course it was beneficial to not be known by anyone and legally dead as well. But soon he was back where it all started, standing on the sidewalk in civilian clothes, a large hooded sweatshirt to hide his arm; just staring at that spot until someone took notice of him and the soldier just moved on, trying to search his mind for answers. What actually took him a while to do was find this Captain America, the man on the bridge; it took him even more time to think of how to approach the man and it was doing this, stalking really, that he made a choice. It might have been a bad one but it was made and put into action before he could even really stop himself from carrying it out. Once he had an end goal, the Winter Soldier never stopped until it was done. He never failed to complete a mission. But that was just it, this wasn’t really a mission– he wasn’t going to hurt anyone, that wasn’t his primary operation.

If he couldn’t get to the man on the bridge then she was the next best thing. From what he had seen Wint– Bucky, had determined that the red headed woman had known him well enough to know how to decently fight him and now that he looked back, there was a vague shadow of what could have been a memory of her but it was too fuzzy and distorted to even be held accountable for anything really. Tracking her down was a good challenge, one that took a good portion of his training but eventually he found her; and in the dead of night, hidden in the shadows that had become his friends over the decades, Winter Soldier waited for that streak of familiarity to catch his eye and then he’d set into action.

[waytoomanymuses]

Ghost.

That was what Natasha had called him, over decades of work, of missions, of things they’d done - first together, then against one another. At first it had been good, it had worked out, but after a while, after she’d joined Clint and helped people instead of just killing them - when she’d sworn loyalty to Fury...

It had stopped.

He’d vanished and she had supposed he’d died until one night where suddenly, everything had become chilly around her, cold enough to make her rub her bare arms, and on the rooftop far away, she’d seen him.

A figure, intimidating and strong, not more, and with the next blink of her eyes, he was gone. After that, she’d only tried to find him, tried to get him out like Clint had gotten her out. It never worked. Every word she said just made him more angry, and the last time they’d met, he’d shot her. Shot the guy, the target, right behind her - through her.

And when Steve had come up with the words - winter soldier, everything in her had started freezing again. And seeing him again after all these years, fighting against him, it had hurt.

There had been a really good chemistry between them, Natasha pondered on her way home from the tower, and things had worked out well - until... Well, until all of this happened.

And now, he was gone again. Where to? Where would he stay, what would he do? Would he be alone? Could she help him, possibly?

She didn’t know, but the train of thought was suddenly broken as she felt the same kind of chill on her skin she’d had the last time. Slowly, she turned her head, and as expected, there was nothing but shadows. She knew he was there.

“а чего хочешь ты?”

[negentroph-blog]

everyone reblogging those XKIT GUY SAVE US I HOPE THE XKIT GUY FIXES THIS XDDDD posts can go fuck themselves bc we literally drove the man to a mental break by circulating an accusation of him of being a SEXUAL PREDATOR. with no fucking proof at all. not even a goddamn name.

the fact that he does this level of coding (read: FIX A BILLION DOLLAR WEBSITE) for absolutely free and only asks for meager donations and suggestions in return is astounding. but you all fucking take advantage of coders and programmers like it’s just slapping a keyboard when half of you can’t even install a script on your theme. i sent an ask with a problem and in 10 minutes he’d quietly updated both the extensions and now it’s perfect again.

all it took was an anonymous ask to ruin this man’s life and i am being 100% serious when i say i hope that infected sore of a person steps some fucking broken glass.

to the xkit guy, if you’re out there: we love you so much and thank you so much for all you do. i’m so sorry.

[waytoomanymuses]

[ -crashes in- ]

[ I’m here, I’m queer --- no wait hold on. I mean yes, but. Ugh hey yes I’m here, this blog is not dead, rp with me. ]

[damaiiiste]

“Heh–” A light air of amusement and a chuckle left his lips as he nodded. “I s’pose we ‘ave.” His head tilted and he definitely caught the blush that was vaguely gracing her cheeks before he cleared his throat. “Do I need a reason?”

[waytoomanymuses]

“I - uh. I dunno. I don’t think you gotta have a reason, though uh- I still wanna know.” She stammered, but smiled as she looked up to him once more, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “I mean. People don’t go places just because they want to go there.. Or maybe they do.”

[ericbrandonrp]

Oh, he just knew she wouldn’t believe him. Who would believe someone going around and telling everybody he was a thief? And yet he had told the truth. His grin spread over his features, his head tilting to the side. ”No, finished my job last night, now I’m just looking for some place I can relax a bit. You know, throwing the hard earned money out of the window.”

It was fun telling the truth and everybody thought it was a lie. God, he could play that game for hours. Days even. They wouldn’t ever meet again, would they?

[waytoomanymuses]

"Well, there are multiple places I know where relaxing is easy - depending on what kind of relaxation we're talking." she said quietly, smiling at the guy. "You could go to a spa or just a café or... well, as I said, depending on what kind of relaxation you want, right."

[damaiiiste]

"Erm—" Dangerous, untrustworthy, unpredictable, lonely. “T’e kind t’at gives people nicknames before t’ey even know each other.”

[waytoomanymuses]

Heather chuckled. " Well, that's something we've already established, right?" she asked quietly, looking him over, before away again, blushing softly at her words - it was silly. "So, why are you here, of all places then?"

[waytoomanymuses]

"You barely know me but you already have a nickname for me. I like that."

[damaiiiste]

"What can I say? I’m just that kind of guy."

[waytoomanymuses]

"What kind of guy?" she asked quietly, her gaze on the guy.

[damaiiiste]

"We’ll j’st call it a nickname, aye?"

[waytoomanymuses]

"You barely know me but you already have a nickname for me. I like that."

[damaiiiste]

"S’what I t’ought— So should I call ye Heather or Mellie?"

[waytoomanymuses]

"You can call me Mellie if you'd like to."

[damaiiiste]

"Cause I t’ink callin’ ye Mellie would be cute."

[waytoomanymuses]

"That's actually cute."

[waytoomanymuses]

Could you link me to your muses page please? I can't find it on mobile

Click me, nonnie. :)

[damaiiiste]

"S’very nice t’meet ya Heather but if I ‘ad to pick a name out for ya it would probably be… hmmm— Melanie maybe."

[waytoomanymuses]

"That's funny. Why Melanie?"

[damaiiiste]

"Likewise sweetheart— do ye ‘ave a name or shall I make one up fer ya?"

[waytoomanymuses]

"Oh, sorry. I'm Heather. But I'd like to know what kind'a name you would've made up for me?"

[damaiiiste]

“Very fancy— Uh… Lance Wolf— Well, O’Brennon but t’at was me mums name.”

[waytoomanymuses]

"Oh, okay. Nice to meet you."

[damaiiiste]

"Aye, me mum an’ I visited Belmullet once, ‘er uncle lived t’ere before he died."

"Uh, Dublin— actually, but I uh, was born in Wexford."

[waytoomanymuses]

"Ooh. Fancy man coming from Dublin." she chuckled. "What's your name?"

[damaiiiste]

"Right— So where in Ireland are ye from anyways?"

[waytoomanymuses]

"Belmullet. I run a B&B there."

"How about you?"