I already gave you everything |
There really is nothing in there left to save. |
Edited 2015-03-14 21:07 (UTC)
4 broody- I guess it's an alien planet with a dead civilization
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2015-03-17 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Edited (sorry that was HUGE- I MADE IT WORSE) 2015-03-17 01:38 (UTC)
"You and me, we take Lola and go be anonymous for a while, somewhere else. What do you say?"
( continued. )
[ It's more than ten minutes because he doesn't take the car, he's forsaking gas money for food after all. But when he does open his door it's with a triumphant smile. The bag he waves in greeting before tossing it Noah's way. ]
Apology waffle. For my soul crushing truthfulness.
[ He could sit on the bed or the chair but instead he settles down beside his friend, his skin tingling with the edges of cold where he leans in close. ] So what was with the eagle hallucinations?
[ It's more than ten minutes because he doesn't take the car, he's forsaking gas money for food after all. But when he does open his door it's with a triumphant smile. The bag he waves in greeting before tossing it Noah's way. ]
Apology waffle. For my soul crushing truthfulness.
[ He could sit on the bed or the chair but instead he settles down beside his friend, his skin tingling with the edges of cold where he leans in close. ] So what was with the eagle hallucinations?
( continued. )
Not a witch. [ He says it with a finality to it. He's not a witch. He can't do magic. He's ... a conduit. He does what Cabeswater wants of him. Ronan calls him a magician but he's Ronan so Adam doesn't think that means much.
He pauses though and concentrates and the air around him feels different. Without his rage over his car Adam can sense the thread rolling off Rafa, the otherness and danger. His eyes go dark, the fingers at his side curling into fists. He doesn't want to be hurt ( he never wants to be hit ) but he'll defend himself if he has to. He'll be better this time. ]
What are you?
Not a witch. [ He says it with a finality to it. He's not a witch. He can't do magic. He's ... a conduit. He does what Cabeswater wants of him. Ronan calls him a magician but he's Ronan so Adam doesn't think that means much.
He pauses though and concentrates and the air around him feels different. Without his rage over his car Adam can sense the thread rolling off Rafa, the otherness and danger. His eyes go dark, the fingers at his side curling into fists. He doesn't want to be hurt ( he never wants to be hit ) but he'll defend himself if he has to. He'll be better this time. ]
What are you?
( continued. )
[ Meeting Peggy Carter for a drink was just one of those things. It should be a possibility and yet it is. Bobbi's long past questioning a lot of stuff that goes down in SHIELD and perhaps that's what makes her a good agent in the first place.
She can roll with the punches and with women from the forties being brought forward in time by Asguardian magic. She's doing well.
At least Gino's is semi-quiet this time of day and she finds it easy enough to pick through the room and take a stool by the bar, one that gives her a good view of the door but also would allow the two of them the exit points advantage. And it's easy when she hears the door open to lift a hand to wave at Peggy. At least she won't swoon over her like Coulson does.
Or at least, she's better at hiding it. ] Hi.
[ Meeting Peggy Carter for a drink was just one of those things. It should be a possibility and yet it is. Bobbi's long past questioning a lot of stuff that goes down in SHIELD and perhaps that's what makes her a good agent in the first place.
She can roll with the punches and with women from the forties being brought forward in time by Asguardian magic. She's doing well.
At least Gino's is semi-quiet this time of day and she finds it easy enough to pick through the room and take a stool by the bar, one that gives her a good view of the door but also would allow the two of them the exit points advantage. And it's easy when she hears the door open to lift a hand to wave at Peggy. At least she won't swoon over her like Coulson does.
Or at least, she's better at hiding it. ] Hi.
[ Twilight. The sun has not long set, and the stain of daylight's remains makes the air cool.
A strange text message is left for Adam. It's not from the same number that Rafa used before, and he only signs it with 'R'. It tells Adam to look outside, and nothing more.
On the street, at the boundaries of the land owned by the Church above which the boy lives, there is a car. It's convertible, with the top down, and Rafa is lounging in the passenger seat with his ankles crossed on top of the dashboard. He holds up a keyring between thumb and forefinger, with the key jangling in the air, and his smile is cheerful and inviting. He's waiting. ]
A strange text message is left for Adam. It's not from the same number that Rafa used before, and he only signs it with 'R'. It tells Adam to look outside, and nothing more.
On the street, at the boundaries of the land owned by the Church above which the boy lives, there is a car. It's convertible, with the top down, and Rafa is lounging in the passenger seat with his ankles crossed on top of the dashboard. He holds up a keyring between thumb and forefinger, with the key jangling in the air, and his smile is cheerful and inviting. He's waiting. ]
Edited 2015-06-19 20:11 (UTC)
[The thing about being nobility, is that more often than not, there are relations in royalty, even if that royalty is from far away. And Athos (if he likes it or not) is nobility, and so there is a relation somewhere that is nobility.
Of course, it's not precisely that simple: to begin with, it's not a close relationship, it's not even cousins, but something far more distant. But it didn't matter. As a child, the Pevensies were sent to France, to stay with relatives, all four of them, and although they were younger than Athos, and mostly kept a polite distance, distance has never been in Lucy's vocabulary even as a child.
And then his disastrous marriage happened, and he disappeared, and Lucy sobbed for days, not knowing what had become of her favorite cousin, of the man who was more a father than her own on those long-ago summers. She was just a girl, and it has taken a great deal of time to grow old enough to want to go on a tour of France, and even more time to slip her guard, to begin to ask around for him. She would find him, of course she would.
It's merely luck that has brought her here, to where the Musketeers are stationed, first, over another guard or another part of Paris.]
Excuse me-
[She's not dressed as befits her station; she's in a simple gown and no jewels at all, but a scarf over her hair, so that she would not be recognized when she left her attendants. There's a ball, or a party, or a dinner, that she should be preparing for. The King was going to announce her arrival tonight. But instead she is here, dressed as a maid.]
Excuse me, I do wonder if you could help-
[Someone, some musketeer, is stopping, and she's on her toes to try and explain what she wants.]
I had hoped I could find a place to hire an escort into Paris-
Of course, it's not precisely that simple: to begin with, it's not a close relationship, it's not even cousins, but something far more distant. But it didn't matter. As a child, the Pevensies were sent to France, to stay with relatives, all four of them, and although they were younger than Athos, and mostly kept a polite distance, distance has never been in Lucy's vocabulary even as a child.
And then his disastrous marriage happened, and he disappeared, and Lucy sobbed for days, not knowing what had become of her favorite cousin, of the man who was more a father than her own on those long-ago summers. She was just a girl, and it has taken a great deal of time to grow old enough to want to go on a tour of France, and even more time to slip her guard, to begin to ask around for him. She would find him, of course she would.
It's merely luck that has brought her here, to where the Musketeers are stationed, first, over another guard or another part of Paris.]
Excuse me-
[She's not dressed as befits her station; she's in a simple gown and no jewels at all, but a scarf over her hair, so that she would not be recognized when she left her attendants. There's a ball, or a party, or a dinner, that she should be preparing for. The King was going to announce her arrival tonight. But instead she is here, dressed as a maid.]
Excuse me, I do wonder if you could help-
[Someone, some musketeer, is stopping, and she's on her toes to try and explain what she wants.]
I had hoped I could find a place to hire an escort into Paris-
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