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@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough [catalina] to JILL VALENTINE .

RELUCTANT ALLIES STARTERS

‘ if it comes between you or the mission, i’m choosing the mission. without question. ’

If Catalina didn't like working with Jill , the ex-cop liked it even less . The two had often butted heads , especially in their earlier encounters , and it did little to slow down , even now .

"Don't worry . So am I ." A curt response , not even looking at the other as she checked her pistol over , removing the magazine for only a moment . She studied the bullets before sliding it back into her holster with an expert hand , fastening her knife to her belt a little tighter .

Upon arriving to the location sent and seeing the other , Jill had half considered just leaving . She had begrudgingly stayed , and was now likely stuck with her for the next good while . The ex-cop made no move to hide her dislike , she did not care for what Catalina thought of her .

Hiking a jacket over her bulletproof vest , Jill was no stranger to the cold night air . She was used to working in the dark - from her days as a thief , to her days in the B.S.A.A . The ex-cop often found herself preferring the solace of the night - oh how easy it was to go undetected .

"I don't want to be here any longer than you do . So let's get moving ."

[fiadhaichh]

for @smartylina

"Hey! Are you the one they call Lina?" Quinn called out as she flagged the woman down, heels nearly screeching on the ground as she halted at her side. "B'cause I've got a story for you!"

She rolled up her sleeve a bit and flexed a bicep, smiling in delight. "Wa-BAM! This just in - I got the most impressive muscles on campus!"

[dappercrime]

continued from X with @babydxhl

Oswald flashes a smile of his own, shark-like and glittering with the subtle, yet still ostentatious display of a few golden crowns. The discernment held within the petite woman's smokey voice is charming in its own peculiar way. Not a sheep with golden wool covering her eyes, not someone the Penguin would have an easy time charming with his silver tongue. It was never his intention to do so, mind you, but it is still worthy of note.

"If I'm bein' honest with you, I care more about my manners than your feelings. But I'm askin' because it's the polite thing to do, and I think that everybody deserves that kinda respect. Something tells me you're as fond of Baby Doll as I am of the Penguin." His dapper manner of dress belies the rough and tumble background that he has worked so tirelessly to distance himself from, but his coarse accent, a match for Mary's own, is a not so subtle hint to his true nature.

"Oswald Cobblepot, I'm sure you're aware. But that is quite interesting, Miss Mary. My father was a Van Dahl. Maybe we're more than kindred spirits, eh?"

[zekeg33k]

@devilscheck asked: for once, could you please stop pretending? // RAFE CAMERON.

Pretending. Rafe mulled over the word; imagined it rolling around on his tongue. It was something he was so familiar with- pretending.

Pretending to be what his father wanted. He tried to be what he wanted. He tried to make him proud; but it wasn’t really what he wanted, was it? It didn't seem to matter how much he attempted to mold himself into the perfect son- something always felt hollow about his performance.

With his friends, he pretended to have it all together. To be the leader of the pack- but he didn’t really love all the attention the way he seemed to when he was doped up and drunk. There were too many things that he pretended to be, and deep down he knows it’s all an act.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The words came out more heated than he meant for them too- then again, he didn't like his bullshit being perceived- Even if a part of him wanted someone to finally see through it all.

[prometheus-folly]

@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough [sheva] to ALEX WESKER.

"men do evil every day and call it 'doing their job'."

Arguments on morality have little significance to her .

The line between good and evil wasn't as clear cut as some would like to believe - no , it was blurred , shadowy and vague enough that it was difficult to tell where one began and the other ended . Good and evil were children's stories - here, it wasn't so black and white . As the only surviving member of the Wesker children , that was something that Alex knew very well - and so did Sheva , if she'd encountered her brother in the past like she claimed to.

"Evil refers to that which distracts ."

[sworn-in-blood]

@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough [catalina] to JESS BARLOWE.

"Forever is the sweetest con."

When it came to their line of work , those words were never less true . Forever wasn't a concept women like them could believe in - but perhaps there still remained a sense of something within it . No , their forever lasted from the going down of the sun and the rising of the morning - their forever lasted day by day , for that was all they could control .

Jess and Catalina were so far yet so close - they both worked in the same line - but where the former took up whatever paid the best , the latter chose based on what she felt was right in her own way .

They had spent years locked in a dance with each other - both had this strange way of disappearing when it was convenient , and being found only when they wanted to . The pair had both been aware of the dangers that rested in such a dance - neither had let the other take the lead on the choreography. A constant push and pull , give and take before they had somehow landed themselves here - together in a way that they hadn't before . It took one to know one , and know each other , they had .

"Forever is what we choose to make it , chérie ."

[incangencence]

makes the dream work || @murdercorpse continued from here

“And you’ve been doing that all on your own for… how long?”

Gene turned to face Kilgrave fully, searching his face. She stepped nearer, her dark eyes bright in the moonlight.

“See… a partner means having somebody you can trust. Unequivocally. Somebody who knows your rhythms, moves in sync… and somebody who’s not afraid to call you on your shit.” She grinned. “And I have the feeling, Mr. Kilgrave, that you don’t like to play nice with others. … or maybe somebody told you that nobody would want to play nice with a boy like you… You just told that man to brick himself back there, and you didn’t even hesitate. And let me guess… historically, most people haven’t been able to handle that. You either get no pushback, because people are terrified to upset you… or nothing but pushback, while people try to… what? Resist? Or make you change? No one’s on the same playing field as you, let alone the same level. So you play by yourself. … but you don’t have to. My last partner was just the same… I’m living proof. It can be done.”

Gene tilted her head to one side, her long dark curls cascading over one shoulder as she marveled at him. She chewed her bottom lip, considering him. “… gods and monsters, you could be brilliant… I could show you something… amazing… But as fun as all that back there was, if you pulled a show like that on the wrong job with me, we’d be dead before we even realized what was funny. Still. … I think I’ve been looking for you, Kilgrave. And I think you need a partner who can handle you, while you’re busy handling other people.”

Gene held out her hand, flashing him a flirtatious smile.

“Let’s take a walk. We need to clear out before the cops show up anyway. Come and let me make you an offer you’re not gonna want to refuse~”

[werexcat]

It was his treat. His treat. That's what Razor had said just before snagging Cyn for a moment alone, and that is exactly when Gabriel decided to check out for a while as his gaze settled on the concert stage in the distance. They could only get so close...

The situation between them was history and Razor had moved on without waiting for Gabriel to catch up. It had simply been too much to deal with on top of everything else, and though he was still being allowed to stay--still had a place to leave his things--the blonde felt like he was getting too much into Razor's space more than ever now that they were three... With Cynthia.

It didn't bother Gabriel because it wasn't his place--not his rules, either. What was bothering him though, was the fact that Razor had yet to let him know how much he'd paid for Gabriel to be able to tag along in the first place. ... And he never accepted his fucking money, neither.

What's more was that he had had to go shopping with Cyn, and while he ended up getting the stuff he was wearing tonight, it was weird... or maybe it was all in Gabriel's head.

Thankfully, he was pulled away from those thoughts when a large hand came to rest on his shoulder--Razor's hand before the taller blonde tilted his head towards the concert stage. It was time for that walk.

Letting them get ahead of them, Gabriel kept his gaze on the pair and couldn't stop himself from wondering if he looked alright enough tonight. He'd never been to a concert before after all, and apparently, they were going to be seeing @devilsoutlaw ... whoever that was.

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@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough [catalina] to JILL VALENTINE .

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

"Jealous is a stretch ."

Jill doesn't know how or why she puts up with Catalina Cisneros. It always seemed to be a competition with her to see who had the snarkiest remarks , who had the better banter, who flirted better . Jealous was a long , long way from whatever this feeling was - loathing was a good descriptor, if she had to say anything .

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

[fiadhaichh]

↪ hark! @potensreginae asked

“What are you doing in Castle DunBroch?” A young woman’s voice demanded to know, one of her hands under her cloak and gripping a dagger in case this…giantess…meant her harm. She examined Quinn, something causing a headache and Deja vu in Elinor. “Who are you? Why do you seem familiar?” She insisted the other woman tell her. It was her honeymoon with Prince Fergus, and Elinor didn’t need or want another woman interrupting her time with the man she’d come to love.

Quinn had barely rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she left her guest room and headed for the kitchen in search of a midnight snack, only to be accosted by a... familiarly unfamiliar woman. She hardly even had a moment to think. "Well, for one, I'm currently livin' here. Second, I've never seen your face. I thought I met everyone who lived in the castle." she mused with a little hum, knowing something was off.

Quick as a flash, she reached under the woman's cloak and snatched her wrist, giving her a thoroughly unimpressed look. The thief grabbed the knife and let her go, casually leaning back and examining the puny thing. "Wow, she has a weapon! I bet I could just barely pick my teeth with this. Maybe spread some jam on a little piece of bread if I'm lucky."

She carelessly tossed the knife behind her and having it land between the eyes of one of Fergus' many mounted deer heads. Reaching on her hilt, Quinn pulled out a blade three times its size. "This is what a knife looks like! If ya want to threaten me, use somethin' more like it next time, okay?" She pat her on the head with a curt smile before walking past her towards the kitchen.

[alderaconsort]

MEMES

@multiversalshenanigans ASKED: what can i say? i'm an excellent judge of character. (From Breha)

THE LOOK he gives her is supposed to be something close to annoyed , but his eyes are too fond and the smile is poking through just a little too much .

❝ you are not . you just like to be RIGHT , ❞ he teases .

[zekeg33k]

@devilscheck asked: please just be honest with me // LUKE NIGHTINGALE.

It wasn’t like Luke had intended to lie, or keep things from her- but what was he supposed to say? ‘Hey, sorry, sometimes my mind leaves my body, and someone else starts driving it.’ No, Jen had enough going on, and he didn’t even know where to start.

Still, he couldn’t hide the caked wounds on his knuckles, or the way his hands were stiff and bruised. Something had happened, and as much as he told himself he didn’t remember, he did. Without thinking about it, he flexed his fingers, and with that motion, his face grimaced with the pain of it.

"Would you believe me if I said you should see the other guy?" He attempted levity, but fell short as the words came out weak, and his smile was cracked.

[prometheus-folly]

@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough [sherry] to ALEX WESKER .

"if the sun touched you for even a moment, you'd go up in flames. like a vampire."

She finds little substance in the joke . Humor doesn't typically land for her most of the time regardless , and she's all but mildly amused by the notion . Still , there was some modicum of truth to it - Alex didn't particularly enjoy the bright of day, but for reasons far more realistic than being a vampire.

"How original ."

[sworn-in-blood]

@constellationcursed to MATÍAS ALLEN .

‘ say that you’ll hold me forever. say that the wind won’t change on us. say that we’ll stay with each other, and it’ll always be like this. ’

His arms wrapped around the other , holding her like he'd never let her go — Matías knew just how much those words meant to Cass , who hadn't been sure about this until he had gently allowed her to take it by her pace and nobody else's.

Out here in the woods , in the place that she loved , he could feel the stars over them both . With her back against his chest, sitting together on the grassy floor like they'd been for a little while now , his arm moved to rest against one shoulder to the other, drawing her close as he made his own promises.

"I'm going to hold you forever . The wind will never change on us — we'll always stay with each other , and it'll always be like this . Just me and you ."

It's a quiet murmur, a soft breath . Maybe the words spoken wasn't anything he could control himself , but to him , that was his truth. His heart fluttered whenever he was around the other, and there was no end to the devastating love that he had for her. A soft kiss was pressed to the top of her head as he spoke gently.

"I promise ."

[f4rgd]

@crosaidi : ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

" You know... " Aksel's nose wrinkled up, his eyes shut as he tried to cast his mind to something other than the bloodied wound on his back. He hadn't seen the creature coming from behind, if he had he probably would have avoided it's claws getting into him. But it'd been hacked down before it had done anymore damage, he'd just been left with a blooded injured back and now Paerin was hovering over him with... was that alcohol? He couldn't tell, his vision was slightly blurred from the blood loss. " When someone tells you it is going to sting you tend to want to move away. "

He held his own arm to his side so he wouldn't end up flailing in response and attempted to relax his shoulders though he had no doubt that he'd immediately clench up. " Do it. Get it over with. "

[buriedhonor]

@fightfected cont. from here

THE  DENIAL  DOES  NOT  ESCAPE  HIM  ,  but  it  brings  a  light  exhale  of  skepticism  to  his  breath  .  when  his  charm  was  the  only  thing  keeping  him  afloat  ,  he  had  learned  a  thing  or  two  about  being  able  to  tell  one's  mood  .  MAYBE  THEY  DO  NOT  KNOW  EACH  OTHERtoo  well  yet  ,  but  luis  isn't  opposed  to  the  idea  —  stolen  looks  and  lingering  gazes  only  told  HALF  THE  STORY  —  and  leon  had  already  received  the  honor  of  being  designated  his  squire  .  luis  was  far  from  the  hero  of  the  story  ,  his  parallel  shared  more  with  the  DELUSIONAL  KNIGHT  ,  but  leon  had  been  his  guiding  rock  as  so  far  ,  he  shared  in  the  spaniard's  favourite  tale  as  a  star  for  what  else  was  he?

MAYBE  IT  WAS  A  FOOLISH  MAN'S  hope  clinging  to  nonsensical  tales  ,  maybe  it  was  his  only  way  of  reconciling  this  story  to  that  tale  —  A  WAY  TO  COPE  WITH  THE  ABSURDITY  OF  IT  ALL  ,  but  those  are  thoughts  he  chooses  not  to  voice.  he  will  not  ,  for  to  do  so  was  to  bare  his  chest  open  on  the  altar  ,  and  he'd  seen  JUST  HOW  WELL  THAT  HAD  ENDED.  perhaps  it  is  best  for  him  not  to  know.

❛  maybe  not  .  .  but  there's  always  hope  .  ❜

THE  SILENCE  STRETCHES  LONG  and  his  grandfather's  gun  weighs  heavy  in  his  pocket  .  the  grooves  fit  his  hand  perfectly  ,  the  shape  as  familiar  as  the  little  booklet  of  prayers  IN  HIS  INNER  JACKET  .  he  does  not  read  from  them  often  any  longer  ,  not  when  his  Lord  has  abandoned  him,  but  perhaps  there  is  still  that  inkling  of  a  boy  who  wishes  to  have  his  intentions  answered  by  something  GREATER  than  he  is  .  that  desire  to  INFLUENCE  the  world  around  him  —  only  to  have  done  so  in  the  worst  possible  ways.

❛  what's  got  you  so  beat  ,  huh?  ❜