#magicandsciencemuses. ( grant ward. )

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Send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss 👀 {for Elle Stark from Grant Ward}

SEND “AH, FUCK IT” TO SHOVE MY MUSE UP AGAINST A WALL FOR A SURPRISE KISS // accepting

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          The sudden exclamation caught her off guard, she looked over at Grant only to find him standing much closer than she had thought. She easily went when he pushed her against the wall, only seeming to realize what was happening when his lips met hers. After a moment she returned the kiss with equal fervor, pushing up on her toes to lean further into him. When they pulled apart she looked up at him with wide eyes, lips parted but silent. It wasn’t that she was upset - quiet the opposite really - but her mind raced in circled as she tried to think of what to say.  “...Oh.”  She could feel the beginning of an embarrassed blush heating her cheeks.

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      @magicandsciencemuses - ward gets a starter based on our plots from [x] // hydra au.

                 She woke to the echo of screams and it took her a good thirty seconds and a strangled sob for her to recognize that at least some of them had been her own, her breath hoarse and ragged, her chest heaving with the force of them, cheeks damp with tears that had spilled in her sleep, ravaged with nightmares -- MEMORIES --   It took another half a minute for her to register the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands against her shoulders, though whether he’d been pinning her down to keep her from thrashing or shaking her awake, she didn’t know.   June curled, turning into his touch, burrowing in against his shoulder, an arm flung around his chest and clinging to him as she fought to regulate her breath, to keep from simply gulping air like she’d been drowning.  “’m sorry - sorry,” she half choked out -- she could only imagine how disconcerting it had to be to be woken from slumber by the sounds, inhuman, that had torn from her as she’d slept.

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      @magicandsciencemuses - ward gets a starter based on our plots from [x] // hydra au.

               “Grant, please --”  June’s tone was bordering on frightened, and she struggled to pull her arm free from his hold, even if it was meant just to keep her close in the chaos of shouts, alarms and -- what she was pretty certain was gunfire in the distance.  “Please -- what’s happening?”  Her heart was pounding, and she could feel the agitated seething of the entity in her head, could feel the heat of anger and bloodlust raging in her veins, the promise of war tasting metallic and sour in her throat that she tried, tried to swallow down.

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       @magicandsciencemuses - ward gets a starter based on our plots from [x] // hydra au.

              She couldn’t seem to stop shivering, even if her body temperature was technically back within a normal, almost room temperature range, and she sat, curled on the couch in the barrack suite she’d been assigned, blanket wrapped around her, arms crossed over her stomach, legs curled up towards her chest, trying to keep her teeth from chattering, trying to convince herself that the cold was all in her head.  Yet another brutal round of tests, examinations to determine exactly what she was capable of surviving, enduring.   What happened when they found something she couldn’t, she wondered, and she found the thought oddly comforting.    Her gaze twitched upwards, the moment of tension easing slightly as she saw who it was that had entered, and she even managed something close to a smile, however wan.   “P-please tell me you brought coffee,” June managed, a weak attempt at humor.

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     @magicandsciencemuses - ward gets a starter based on our plots from [x] // hydra au.

             She was practically shaking with want, her breaths coming in short and ragged bursts, her fingers digging angry crescents into her palms as she twisted, wrists trapped beneath his hold, her body arching, cresting upwards into his touch, into the tauntingly slow and dragging touch against almost entirely bared skin.    His touch was electric, igniting heat and hunger as it ghosted over the outside of silk and lace-trapped breasts, trailing over her ribs, her stomach, arching along the curve of her hips and the line of her thigh, and she couldn’t swallow down the long moan of want as his hand slid along the inside of her thigh, grazing against the line of lace-trimmed panties.   “Please --”   It was hoarse, and thin, a half-breathless sound as her hips twisted upwards, trying to not just encourage but create a more solid contact between her skin and his.   

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           @magicandsciencemuses // uc ward & enchantress/june || hydra au.

She’d lost count of the hours, the days, since the soldiers had stormed her townhouse, had pulled her from the muck and the mire, had shuffled her from place to place, holding cell to holding cell, truck to tank and back again.  She’d lost track of how many times she’d finally started to slip into an exhausted slumber, only to be pulled, and prodded awake, dragged into yet another laboratory with another scientist, with more tests, invasive and agonizing -- testing her limitations, testing her endurance, her physical capabilities, her control, her stamina, her pain endurance, just -- how far they could push her without her breaking, without loosing the witch inside of her.

     She didn’t now how they’d managed to contain it, to subdue her, to sedate her, she didn’t know if it was sheer exhaustion, if it was something in the runes that they’d carved into her skin, the collar around her neck, the drugs that they’d pumped into her body --  she should be grateful, she supposed, that they’d managed to, for now at least, find a way to subdue the wretched creature, but it didn’t give her a moment’s peace, screaming and writhing in rage and agony in her head, her body bruised and aching, her heartbeat seeming sluggish, and yet deafening in her head, the world swimming in double vision -- or maybe it was just tears -- 

    She half flinched, at the sudden appearance of a figure -- a rapid set of blinks to clear her vision, a vaguely familiar face, one that had traveled with her, from place to place, the feel of something against her lips -- a straw, and she gulped, greedily, the cool water a blessing against her throat, cracked lips, and she nearly downed the entirety of the glass before she allowed herself a breath.   “Th--thank you,” June managed, her voice low, and raspy still.

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@magicandsciencemuses / ward. liked [x] for a starter from amanda waller, test muse // accepting.

     “Getting people to act against their own self-interest for the national security of the United States is what I do for a living.”  She was tired of having to explain herself, to justify what she was doing and the methodologies necessary to get her job done, especially to those that were expected to obey without question.   “The only thing I need you to do is what you’re told -- leave the thinking to me.”