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this is a low activity, selective mutuals only blog. written by ara.
quick things to note before we RP:
i DO NOT come on here daily. if that is what you’re looking for, i may not be the writing partner for you.
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@secretswritten | continued from here.
[ text: cassie ] as you should be [ text: cassie ] i mean [ text: cassie ] chaotic news: [ text: cassie ] another bout of powers switcheroo going on! [ text: cassie ] good news: [ text: cassie ] we know how it's happening! [ text: cassie ] bad news? [ text: cassie ] there is NO WAY loki's going to stop messing with us. [ text: cassie ] so. [ text: cassie ] pls say we can science our way outta this.
It's just... I've never had this before. People who stay. (hazel@devi)
meme: you’re stuck with me now status: accepting (from mutuals)
"Well then, you better get used to it." Devi threads her fingers through Hazel's hand, tugs the other woman close. Leans close to press a kiss against Hazel's cheek, soft and fleeting and affectionate. "I'm not going anywhere. You'll have to pry me loose and even then I'll come back like an unwanted barnacle."
Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you. (sam@shiv)
meme: you're stuck with me now status: accepting (from mutuals)
He scoots over almost immediately as soon as the offer's half out. Tucks his head under Sam's chin as if he can make himself smaller and the nightmare - memory - will leave him alone. It won't, he knows it won't, but for a second he can pretend that the cocoon of Sam's arms means Shiv's safe.
"Sorry my feet are cold." It's murmured into Sam's chest, but Shiv doesn't move.
[ text: Faye ] That is very convenient. [ text: Faye ] Blinds are down. [ text: Faye ] Lock the door when you come in.
[ text: Aaron ] Yes, sir.
It's only after she's actually in Aaron's office, door locked, that Faye hesitates, just a little bit. Not enough to stop. No, that first text was very much true - she has been thinking of what Aaron feels like inside of her all day, hasn't been able to stop - and she wants so badly to feel him right now.
Still, the thought of someone seeing her scars like this - not that Aaron cares, she knows he doesn't care - always makes her pause. She turns, pushing past the momentary bit of nerves, to look at Aaron. Faye tilts her head, lower lip between her teeth, flush on her cheeks she knows he will clock, and moves towards him.
Sparring meme: To Jason Lee Scott from Kat Hillard
“You’re holding back. Are you afraid of hurting me—or of what happens if you don’t?”
meme: sparring session status: accepting (from mutuals)
The grin that spreads across Jason's face - slowly, surprise and then delight all at once - can be called fierce. A more accurate description might be wild, or even feral. "Maybe it's strategy, Kitty, ever think about that?" He strikes out with a fist, a quick jab she's sure to block, but it'll bring him closer under her defences.
"Besides -" He's close enough now that he can sweep her legs out from under her. "Hasn't anyone told you to be careful what you wish for?" No more holding back.
I know I'm not easy to deal with. But thank you. For staying anyway. (penelope@lennox)
meme: you're stuck with me now status: accepting (from mutuals)
A furrow forms between Will's eyes as he leans forward to capture Penelope's hands in his. There's nothing but genuine confusion on his face, bemusement tugging at his lips in a disbelieving smile. "Who told you that? That you're not easy to deal with?" He shakes his head, thumb idly stroking the back of her hand.
"Penelope, you're - like the sun. I can't help but orbit around you. I'm just glad you let me stick around." She's bright and beautiful and brilliant, and Will's good at shooting things and that's about it. The fact that he gets to stay here, with her - it's an honour and a privilege.
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[ text: Faye ] I'm sure we could take a 30 minute break. [ text: Faye ] I'm currently in my office.
[ text: Aaron ] And I have conveniently lost my underwear. [ text: Aaron ] Blinds down.
I made your favorite. Thought you could use some comfort food today. (delilah@ezekiel)
meme: you're stuck with me now status: accepting (from mutuals)
He's been idly working on his Rubix Cube all day. Colours aligned in a minute, messed up again, and then over and over and over until he got bored enough to take the damn toy apart and put it back together. Ezekiel's a fidgeter, everyone knows this, but no one's ever bothered to do something about it that wasn't redirect his energy elsewhere.
So his eyebrows go up when Delilah off-handedly mentions comfort food, as if that's a completely normal thing to do for a person. He gestures at himself, almost turning to look over his shoulder for someone else they could be talking about. "You know what my favourite is?" His accent comes out thick, surprise and something deeper he hopes they won't call out colouring it. "Cheers, mate." Ezekiel's grin is bright with his usual nonchalance, but his eyes remain surprised and touched.
"very much so," she winks, "um, so, magenta has this purple streak in her hair and it sorta shifts with her so that makes her very recognizable. jury's still out on whether or not she was born with it - i've asked but she's notoriously tight lipped about it. personally, i do think she was born with it. but i'll let you know once she opens up about it."
"warren, though. warren i could recognize with my eyes closed and my hands bound. i would know him anywhere. everywhere. to me, every energy signature is sort of like a flame - warren has the brightest of them all." which is a great segue into: "aren't you seeing that girl? floribeth? i assume something similar is going on between the two of you."
his eyes brighten as the conversation continues. kie's explanations on how her powers work is fascinating, as is the fact that she can recognise different people. the way she talks about her friend and her other friend - boyfriend? - makes him hum in contemplation. it almost feels like how if he concentrates hard enough, he can recognise people by their heartbeats and not just their scents.
his expression falters as she switches gears. he freezes, almost, a comically stunned look on his face. "flor?" his voice goes up in a squeak. "we're - i mean - it's -" he sputters incoherently for a few seconds, cheeks burning. "yeah, i would know her anywhere." better than trying to classify just what they are.
"Did we at least get what we were looking for?" she asked, stopping briefly to set her mace next to one of the seats, propping it up against it and setting her helmet on it before making her way over to Rip. "Don't tell me, Snart's sticky fingers were a problem." It was either that or someone got injured. She was hoping that it was the thief though.
Dropping his hand to his side, Rip leaned against the chair behind him and watched her move easily through the seats. It hadn't taken the team all that long to make themselves at home, something he liked more than he would admit. "We got what we were looking for," he confirmed, and his lips curled into a bemused grin. "And more." Tilting his head towards Kendra, he nodded at her words. "Snart. And a little bit Rory, but the fire was contained and no one got hurt."
Parker regarded him with the kind of serious expression that usually meant she was about to say something either profoundly insightful... or completely ridiculous. "...I knew it."
She nodded once, as though Hardison had merely confirmed a theory she'd been developing for years. "I've always suspected."
A pause followed. "It explains a lot."
Her fingers began counting things off. "I can hear security guards before they turn the corner. I always know which floorboards squeak. Cats like me." She paused. "Well... most cats. One in Prague tried to bite me, but I think he was working for someone."
She looked back at Hardison. "And you." Another pause. "You keep finding me."
Her voice was quieter now, matter-of-fact rather than teasing. "I disappear a lot." A shrug. "People usually stop looking."
The corner of her mouth lifted into a small smile. "You never do." She leaned over just enough to bump her shoulder against his. "So maybe..." she mused, "...I'm only half magic." Her eyes sparkled with mischief again.
"The other half is you. You're the wizard." Without missing a beat, she reached out, tapped him on the forehead with one finger, and declared with complete confidence, "Tech wizard."
Then she narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "Do wizards get snacks? Because magic makes me hungry."
Something gentled in Hardison's expression when her tone went quiet. He'd been grinning along, nodding with each of her explanations - she did always know when security guards were approaching even before he'd caught them on camera, she knew which spots to avoid, and he'd seen the cats thing on more than one occasion - but then she'd looked at him, almost indecipherably.
Almost. But not quite.
Because see, Hardison had been spending as long as he'd known Parker learning Parker. And the thing was, he only found her because she let him. He was sure of that.
"Baby girl, I'm never gonna give up looking for you when you disappear." He grinned, easy and fond, but his eyes were focused on her. He swayed with her nudge and then nudged her back. "Biggest challenge on the planet, tryin' ta find you know when you don't want to be found."
His own voice softened, a vulnerability he acted more than usually showed so genuinely. "I'm just grateful you let me find you sometimes."
Hardison's eyes went a little crosseyed as she tapped him on the forehead, and then, as if it was exhaled out of him, he exclaimed softly, "Yes, babe. Tech wizard -" He gestured to himself, and then with a lopsided grin at her, he tapped her nose. "Escape artist.
Together, we're magic, baby." As if to proves his point, he reached down under his chair and pulled out a packet of M&Ms.
Castle Sentences, Vol. 3
(Sentences from Castle (2009-2016). Adjust phrasing where needed)
"You have quite a history of trying to kill people."
"I've always been good with locks."
"You don't have to be mean about it!"
"Really, that's your line?"
"I think my daughter may be keeping something from me."
"Why are you so nice to me?"
"You really think that I'm beautiful?"
"I'm taking you to a hospital. No arguments."
"Haven't you learnt to forge my signature yet?"
"That sounded dirtier than I meant it to be."
"I know I couldn't sleep last night. Could you?"
"What part of 'diplomatic immunity' are you not clear on?"
"You see, every time you say something like that, it makes me think that you have something to hide."
"Well, well, well - look who's doing the walk of shame now!"
"Do you remember the last time we danced?"
"I missed you, and I didn't realise how much until I saw you yesterday."
"You had me under surveillance?"
"We just kissed! That's all that happened!"
"What? You telling me you've never had a thing for bad boys?"
"Once you make a deal with the Devil, you belong to him."
"I will do anything that you need - including nothing, if you want."
"I have a hard job, and having you around makes it a little more fun."
"How is it, for a man surrounded by women, that you know so little about us?"
"That photo in the paper did you no justice. You're much better looking in person."
"You are such a catch!"
"Your reputation? What about my reputation!"
"Believe it or not, there's a lot of women in this town that like the idea of being romantically linked to me."
"I need a date."
"Despite what you might think, the world's not going to end just because you disappear for the night."
"I'm not going to be here forever, and who's going to look after you then?"
"Doesn't it bother you that you don't know who your dad is?"
"Hey! I would drive if you let me!"
"Come on, haven't you ever wanted to do something with your handcuffs other than arrest criminals?"
"Killing is an act of dominance."
"Did you ever want to be a cheerleader?"
"Tell me more about this murder."
"You almost sound like you admire him."
"So, how long have you two been sleeping together?"
"I've been profiling people for a long time. I'm hardly ever wrong."
"Put the taser down!"
"How does it feel to know that you have failed?"
@takeitinandletitgo | continued from here.
Lips pressed tight together, Faye met Klaus' gaze almost defiantly. She was sure he could hear her heart pounding furiously in her chest - not in fear, but in anticipation. "You have." She swallowed but didn't tear her eyes from his. They were still the same, for all that they were both different people now. "You still make me feel so fucking safe like -" She cut herself off before she could say like when we were kids. Because she wasn't that girl, and he wasn't that boy. Not anymore.
But she forgot that sometimes. Now that he was back in her life, and the memories were more or less settling, she saw more and more of the boy who'd been her best friend. And the woman she was now saw the man who would burn the world for the people he loved and felt not fear, but wistfulness. She might not be on that list, but he made her feel safe all the same.
"Likewise," she told him, "I can sing though the only appliance that has heard that is my showerhead, and maybe my toaster."
She didn't know where all of this candor came from. Still, she smiled as he placed his hands on her waist. Her own hands came up to loop around his neck.
"Dude, my eyes are up here," Flori giggles, catching his gaze when it strays towards her pretty, painted, pouty mouth. Red like fire. Red like blood. "But I can't blame you - 's one of my best features, after all."
The image of Floribeth singing into her showerhead - nope, bad Scott - and her toaster was adorable. Scott couldn't help the way his grin turned, or the way he unconsciously pulled her closer.
Or the way his eyes dropped to her smile, her lips bold and vivid, just like her.
He flushed when he was called out, eyes snapping back up to meet hers. "I - uh - I'm -" She was laughing though, unoffended and amused instead. Still, Scott could not help but feel conscious. "You have a very pretty smile." A little bit softer, he added, still blushing furiously, "It's very distracting."
