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"Survival of the fittest.“
#promotes this lovely Olivier#i still owe you a thing I think
First of all. Fuck you. Second of all. We own each other stuff on every blog we rp together Honey.
pretiiosus:
‘well…I think of you as an Auntie. And I love my Aunties!’
“...Fine, very well. Think as you wish, little one.”
pretiiosus
“...and why Am I on this list?”
Kind stares at the dash, and walks away
Taps finger against desk. “....”
anime-to-the-t:
by: こずえなぎ
yngvar-vi:
Art by pearsfears
Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via mysharona1987)
incoendium:
“You don’t walk on ice anyway. You crawl to distribute weight.” That isn’t the point and he knows it, he’s just giving her a hard time because she allows him to give her a hard time, if she was less fun to play with, he wouldn’t do it, simple as that. So the dance continues, like a crow pulling the tail of a mountain lion.
“They’re snowdrops. Despite how delicate they look, they’re the first flowers to bloom near the end of winter. People used to think they held an inner warmth because of the way they were able to thrive despite the lingering snow. They’re beautiful, but hardy.”
He taps one of the little bell-like blossoms and watches it seem to tremble with the movement, humming under his breath for a moment. “Maybe it can even survive Briggs.” he suggests, hell it might under the right conditions.
The thought of going up to Briggs himself almost has him shivering on the spot. He does well in the cold, if only because there’s no reason for him to care about it. So it hurts, so what, so it’s uncomfortable, who cares. Pain and discomfort, as if Mustang ever cared about the useless reactions of his body. Really.
His fingers twitch as if to touch his scarred side, but he refrains.
“All right. To Briggs it is, just give me a day. It’s a date.”
His legs tense slightly, absolutely ready to make a dive for it to save himself if she becomes violent.
“If you know how to walk on ice, it’s easy. Crawling is the cowards way out. “She said lightly. Why did she have to be the person to deal with him. “--One wrong move though, you will be underneath the frozen water.” she stated and just rolled her eyes. Already annoyed, but it brought her to think about drowning the other now--- man why did she have to think about that right now. It always came down to that.
But taken the moment she listen to the other, and her face got a little meaner. Really was he trying to get himself killed? Or what, trying to get her to love him. Oh, this was already dumb, crossing her arms under her chest she titled her head. Letting out a long sigh, she didn’t know if she wanted to take it and just smash the pot in his face, or just walk out of the room.
“--They are still gross. Try better next time.”
Next time--- Next time she is just going to smash the pot into his face. The blonde shook her head for the moment and listen to him again. Did he really think he would be able to last up there? She wasn’t the nicest person to anyone. Bringing him up there-- he might not be coming back alive, that’s for sure. Maybe she should reassure him.
‘You know if you come to Briggs, then men there aren’t the same-- each one of them can take a gristly bear on it’s their own. It’s cold-- no heat around. Most people die within the first week. You work to keep warm, and It’s my home---it’s a fun place to be-- being under me y’know... and must I go on for you--- to get that point? Cold as ice, that was the only fun she was going to get out of this.
toparadiise:
&&. would you please kindly reblog this if you don’t mind being sent questions for you/your muse ? and if you want to specify in the tags what kind of questions are your favorites ( to be answered by the writer or by the muse, for example ), that’d also be lovely ?
incoendium:
“Someone has to walk out onto thin ice. It teaches everybody else not to.” truly a martyr of the people, selfless, a true hero. Not at all dancing under icicles because he’s so certain he can reduce them to water before they pierce his arrogant skull. One of these days he’s going to make a wrong step around Olivier. But until then, he’ll keep pestering.
“Officially my question was; ‘How is Briggs holding up, and do you have anything to report in to central’” he rests a hand on the desk he’s standing beside, leaning upon it, he has the arrogant expression on his face, like she’s something wild he can tame. Not that he honestly thinks that, but he’d like her to believe he does, simply because it’s amusing.
“Unofficially I wanted to make up for my poor selection in flora the last time we spoke.” at the time he’d simply been pawning flowers off on whoever he could because what the hell else was he going to do? Most of them had died on the floor of his apartment anyway. But her reaction had garnered some inward laughter, giving those hyacinths back to the fire so to speak, they’d smelled awful burning, the only downside really, the humor had made it worth it.
“Here, I think I’ve done much better this time.”
The pot of the plant has been bundled up in some pale blue glossy wrapping affair, unimportant, the plant in the pot is dainty and white, hanging down in a curve from the tops of sturdy stems.
“Do you recognize them?”
Snowdrops, of course. He thinks he’s hilarious.
“--Surely it is not you. Since you barely can stand normally.”The female said lightly, with a hint of a harsh tone. Hell-- if she was ever nice to him, it would be a shocker. “--Second of all, Briggs is fine, maybe yo should come up and show everyone how much of a man you really can be. Because one day up there, can be just as fun for you as it would be for me.” she said with a snarky attitude.
Just as she thought. Out of all people why was he the one always flirting with her--- or at least trying. Shooting him down, left and right about that is now just becoming a past time. Letting out a sigh, she turn back and stared at him for the moment. The first time he thought this was funny she burned them. Sometimes she wished she would have pushed him into the fire and not the flowers.
“No, I do not recognize them, nor do I care about them. It’s a flower. they smell gross, and they aren’t as pretty as everyone thinks they are.”
She was never the sweet type, flower she could care less about. Why can’t one man just see that. Why did he think this was funny-- and how much time did he spend with her dumb ass brother to get these ideas to piss her off. Man if she could punch him now, it would be so great.
orxginalsxn
“--Oh lord, it’s you again. What the hell do you want?”
The blonde said rather annoyed. All she wanted to do was take a walk, and yet she seen to run into this man again. She wanted to punch him before-- surely Olivier would want to do it again.
strongholdqueen
Letting out a small sigh, the blonde turn and notice the other. Olivier hated to be around here, This place was awful to begin with. She liked it back at home-- up to the North. Normally she would never smile, but whenever she saw Riza, it just made it better. At least she knew there wasn’t a week woman around here.
“--Afternoon, Hawkeye. going somewhere?”
incoendium
She already had a headache. What worst could have happen. Oh wait, seeing Mustang. There were many people here, that she hated to even think of, and it just pissed her off. He, drove her crazy. Sometimes she thought he did it on purpose. Just everything about him made her want to get rid of him--- but sadly the only thing she could ever admit was he was trying to make this place better. But hearing his voice-- just made her want to scream and drive a knife into his chest. Soon, she let out a small sigh and turn her head away from the other.
“--What do you need Mustang? My patience is thin.”