#curseoffrell

[brooklyn-duo]

"Don't you want life to be exciting?" - Elliot to Steve @curseoffrell

Steve glances up at him and is quiet for a long moment, “I don’t know..life has been a little too exciting for a while now for my tastes, sometimes I miss the boring life back in Brooklyn”

@curseoffrell

[devorantescorda-2]

continued from (x) - @curseoffrell

Gabriel's eyes narrowed, the faintest flicker of amusement darkening into something sharper, colder. He leaned back against the bar, one hand curling loosely around his glass, the other resting at his side—too still for comfort. The smirk he gave Elliot was thin, humourless.

“If you had any idea what to do with a dick, you wouldn’t be this defensive,” he said, voice low and even. “And don’t flatter yourself. You think I want to be in this conversation? You came to me, remember?”

He turned his head slightly, not quite looking away. “But sure. You want to fuck. That’s the whole depth of you, isn’t it? Get off and get gone. No time for substance. No patience for anything real. Just skin and noise.” He let the silence sit for a second, heavy and deliberate.

“Fine. Go chase your drink and your next distraction. But don’t come crawling back when the emptiness starts screaming.” He took a slow sip of his drink, eyes never leaving Elliot's retreating form.

[xxthedragonboyxx]

@curseoffrell sent  🍷  for  a  drunk  text  from  my  muse

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[threemoonflowers]

ella ꒰ @curseoffrell ꒱ sent : ⤷ “Let’s get you some food.”

Marc wasn't exactly positive how he felt here. There weren't many people he let take care of him in the first place -- and the last woman he allowed close enough to do as such had been, well. His ex-wife. . . However, Ella was. . . kind enough. Kinder than most, kinder than Marc sometimes thought he should be allowed from other people. "You don't have to do all that --" He tried to protest, but really there wasn't too much fight behind the words at all. More so just his own stubborn will of wanting to be okay in front of others. Be ' normal ' as some people put it. Even if he was so far from that word it was almost laughable.

[forgottenxarchangel]

@curseoffrell sent “I’ll take the sofa, you take the bed.” - Elliot to Jacob

"Yeah, nice try. This thing has so many lumps in it you'll never sleep. My room's the one on the right down the hall, the bed on the far side of the room, capiche?" he said, putting his bag down and heading to the kitchen to start dinner. "You're a guest, Elliot, even if you are little tipsy. As the host it's my role to go out of my way to help you," he offered with a small smirk.

[pcseiidn]

@curseoffrell asked: Elliot was leaning against the counter, tapping his fingers along with the beat from the music playing over tinny speakers as he watched the waves. He liked the coast, probably preferred the forest, but the coast was nice enough while the weather was good. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and grinned at the bartender as his drink was set down, taking a large mouthful before he turned to the guy next to him. "Don't know anywere around here where surfboards are rented out or anything like that, do you, mate?" He asked with an easy smile.

poseidon often visits land, hiding amongst the humans. whenever he does visit, he takes on a fake name, thalassios. it was a nice name; similar to his original. though he wasn't the one who thought of it; his wife was. oh how he had adorn her brilliance.

the god never knows where on land he comes up, just knows that its there. if the people spoke a language that is not greek, the god is easily able to speak it.

upon walking in the sands of the beach, he follows the tunes that plays. while he does prefer live instruments, he suppose humans now a days found ways to just play without carrying much.

he found the place that played their tunes, sitting and ordered a glass of water for now. he minded his own business, simply listening to those who are enjoying his domain. when of course someone spoke to him. he's gotten used to how much of a social butterfly humans are.

he looks over, eyes blue as the ocean gazing on the human male "i believe there's one few walks down to your right. next to the barbecue shack." his voice, it was as if the ocean spoke; coarse like the salt in the sea yet crisp and soothing like the waves that gently crashed against the rocks.

[belowlondon]

Continued from x | @curse-of-frell

Bucky shot a glance over at Elliot--who looked exactly as he had the last time he had seen him--and rolled his eyes at him. Though he prickled a little as he continued. "Me? Lose my edge?" He said in a mocking tone. Okay, so he'd been out of the game for a bit while he played politician, but he was back. Doing what he was meant to be doing. So what was he doing here when his team needed him?

His gaze returned sharply to Elliot, lips pressed together because he knows what's coming. Knows what he's going to say, and there it was. That old sting. His hands curled up into fists, but he'd been dreaming about it lately, that last time they'd been together. They were supposed to get out together. That had been the plan, but it had gone wrong, so fucking wrong and Elliot had... He tore his gaze away from him, closing his eyes for just a moment. "You always were such an asshole," he muttered under his breath. Not that he wasn't right, he let out a breathe through clenched teeth and pushed himself back up, pushing past the light-headedness and ignoring the black spots dotting his vision. He could do this. He had to do this. It wasn't just him anymore. He had a team and they were relying on him. "I've got this," he said, becoming steady on his feet and his first few steps are slow, but then he picks up the pace and he's back in the fight.

After, when it's all done, he looks back at the wall, checking to see if Elliot was still there, his chest aching with the need to see him again. God, he must really be losing it.

[vuulpecula]

✖ @curse-of-frell inquired: “ you won’t lose me to thunder, or lightning, but you could to crowded rooms. “ - Ella

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Fox regarded Ella for a long moment, unable to keep the sadness from her expression. It was not pity for the other, but rather, a deep understanding of how solitary a room full of people could make one feel.

"My worries for the upcoming ball only heighten." She sighed. Toying with a button hanging loosely from a thread on her dress. "I don't understand how other people do it. How they walk through rooms, smiling and speaking to all in their path. It is nothing but exhausting."

[ironstcrk]

@curse-of-frell || continued

since that incident at the waterfalls, anthony avoids physical contact with elliot. even if he was curious about him. so to be suddenly touched by the other, confused him and put him on his guard. after all, anthony has not a clue what he did now.

he was then pulled onto elliot's lap and he was forced to stay there. he kept still, hands gripping at his own knees and his eyes stared down at the ground. when told to look, he didn't. he just reached up, felt the flowers and he lowered his hand back down to his knee.

"..its nice.." he said in a soft voice, unsure if he should move from his lap.

[tealeavesandthorns]

Continued from ask here @curse-of-frell send me a prompt for one muse to find the other in the following situation || Accepting ( rest ) : trying to sleep, but unable to fall asleep She'd never slept in a house without her brother; even with them getting separate bedrooms as they got older, it was always possible to tiptoe across the hallway and settle into the bed of her twin, the other half of her soul, whenever sleep wouldn't come. That wasn't the case anymore, would never be the case again, most likely, and she was too old to need that comfort... Wasn't she? Ella had rested her head against his bedroom door, an empty room until the holidays, before stepping further down the landing to a room she hadn't knocked on in years. "Mum...?" It wasn't surprising to open the door to find her adoptive mother awake, but it still brought tears to her eyes. "I... I'm sorry. P-please can I sleep in here? I..." She didn't know how to explain it, knew an explanation wouldn't be required.

Maria was reading. Then again Maria was always reading. Especially at night though, unless James was there or the twins were in bed with her. Both of them were a little old for that now though.

Reading was far better than lying awake, on edge, ready to fight. She'd gotten better over the years, time heals all wounds after all but her sleep had been pretty much ruined by everything she'd been through.

Closing the door had only become a thing when James had started staying over more and more frequently. Before that she'd always left it open at night, she'd done it ever since they arrived in case they needed her. The knock made her jump and she looked up, tilting her head slightly as she put her book down and already knowing something was wrong with Ella.

"Of course you can." Maria said shuffling over in the bed. She pulled back the covers on the free side and held her arms open. "Oh, Ella darling, what's wrong?"

[thefxrgxttensxn]

"What's your favourite book? You do read, right?" - Elliot @curseoffrell

@curseoffrell

Loki raises an eyebrow and rolls his eyes a bit, “of course I read, how else do you think I learned to harness my magic?” He asks with faint amusement. He thinks for a second though, he had never had a favorite book that he could think of but one does come to mind, “my mother read me stories as a child, old legends of the realms, I can’t remember the name of the book but I think that would have to be my favorite” he explains

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@curseoffrell closed starter

It's been a rough couple of months: becoming Robin in a turbulent time, his mother dead and buried, his father in a coma, those connections snapped. Bruce, nice as he can be, can't replace that. Would never understand just how deep some things run or just what Tim desperately needs right now. He at least has a friend in Elliot, someone just as lonely as himself and Tim can't help how overprotective he's been lately.

Elliot is all he really has left.

They're working on a history project right now. He's been antsy lately. He has an idea as to why; he's been monitoring his symptoms and watching the sky at night. If he's right, this isn't how he wanted -

He shook himself, refocusing on the project.

"Did you wanna do most of the speaking for the presentation or shall I? Or should we try to split it somewhat equally?"

[threemoonflowers]

elliot ꒰ @curseoffrell ꒱ sent : ⤷ “So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

"Y-you? You will definitely live -- though, uhm, I wouldn't consider myself anything close to a doctor, really." Steven tried to laugh off the jitters just under his skin at the moment. The last thing he'd meant to do was slam right into someone else and spill his not-so-cold tea all over them. At least it hadn't been scorching or anything like that, gods, he would have felt worse. He was, however, fretting over the reddened marks that littered the other man's arm at the moment, dabbing at them with the end of the sleeve of his own sweater. "I-it doesn't hurt too bad, does it. . ? Should we go run it under cold water? I heard that's what you typically do, r-right?"

"Steven. He's gonna be fine. It's not a bad burn. Take a deep breath, before you freak him the hell out, 'kay?"

Said deep breath was taken on pure instinct when Marc told him to do as such, sighing soon after and smiling apologetically to the man before him. "S-sorry, I tend to, uhm. . . work myself into a bit of a tizzy, sometimes. . ."

[eyeless-smiles]

“you okay?” - Elliot @curseoffrell

send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

A head of blond locks cocks softly upon hearing a man's voice carried through the gentle midnight breeze. There's a distinct chill in the air at this hour, but the Corinthian doesn't feel it.

He knows what it should feel like, through the memories of so many men who stood in the embrace of darkness watching the stars. He's tasted what it feels like to be enamored with the insignificance of humanity in a vast universe.

The Corinthian turns its head to meet the strangers gaze. Dark shades fixating on the young man. Shades at night. He's used to the comments. Yet he waits for the stranger to point it out first.

"Just admiring the stars." The Corinthian's drawl is honey dipped and welcoming. Unseen maws flick over the man's figure.

"Care to join me?"

[pcseiidn]

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@curseoffrell asked: ❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜ - Elliot

𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘, rolling his eyes with a chuckle "not the asshole that's for sure." he crossed his arms to his chest with a smirk.

[incangencence]

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away." - Elliot @curseoffrell

[a yellow sunrise || ENTHUSIASTICALLY accepting]

It was rare that anything Ordinary scared her anymore.

Gene had seen monsters. Real monsters, now. She had watched armies of Daleks and Cybermen consume planets, and black holes devouring stars. She had gotten into shouting matches with creatures that looked like they had crawled straight out of a nightmare, and fought for her life more times than she could count. Running with The Master was… exhilarating. And terrifying. She had slipped the noose so many times, sometimes it was easy to forget she was just skin and bone, one breath, one bad break away from oblivion…

She’d forgotten what it was like to be really, truly scared of the every day.

A man. Too much alcohol and not enough common sense. It was closing time, and she had to get on with the night. Don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here…

He hadn’t liked that.

His shouting must have carried to the street, because one second she was alone… and the next, the last person she had ever expected to see striding in like some furious avenging angel was at her side, Elliot’s arm rising like a barrier between them, implacable as a shield.

“Walk. Away.”

It wasn’t until they were alone that Gene discovered she could breathe again. Her hands were shaking.

“Y-you-… you didn’t have to do that…” There was no reproach in her words, not even the slightest pretense that she’d had the situation under control. Just… an acknowledgement. Gratitude. He hadn’t had to. She probably didn’t deserve it.

Gene met Elliot’s gaze, pressing her lips tight together as she fought to push the sudden swell of emotion down… to regain control of herself.

“… thank you.”