#mythous

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[eposerta]

@mythous said "i’ve seen this town make good people do bad things." xoxo marcus

❛      DO  YOU  KNOW  OF  ANY  TOWNS  THAT  MAKE  BAD  PEOPLE  DO  GOOD  THINGS  ?    ❜  while�� the  question  is  asked  with  a  hint  of  humor  ,    the  perplexed  expression  upon  her  features  begs  for  an  answer  .  the  truth  is  that  she  would  love  to  know  ,  craves  the  comfort  that  could  be  brought  with  knowledge  that  even  the  worst  in  the  world  could  change  ,  even  if  it  was  too  late  to  avoid  the  consequences  .  more  pipe  dreams  -  she’s  full  of them    . she  smiles  with  the  same  hope  that’s  pulled  her  down  to  rock  bottom  too  many  times  for  her  to  count  ,  leaning  in  to  his  train  of  thought  as  if  there  had  to  be  more  to  it  than  that  .  perhaps  it  was  this  town  that  made  the  good  turn  bad  ,  or  ,  couldn’t  it  also  have  been  the  people  themselves  ?  who  was  she  to  question  the  morality  of  others  —  what  aches  them  ,  what  drives  them  and  their  actions  ?  she  was  nobody  -  far  from  judge  ,  jury  ,  executioner  . 

hands  burrow  themselves  into  the  sleeves  of  her  jacket  ,  the  wind  teasing  the  back  of  her  neck  makes  her  shudder  from  the  chill.  it  brings  feet  forward  to  put  distance  between  her  and  the  door  ,  indulging  the  warmth  of  such  a  quiet  home  .  ❛      besides  …    ❜  a  look  is  given  to  the  young  man  that  lay  face  first  on  the  sofa  ,  and  for  a  second  ,  pity  washes  across  her  cheeks  as  her  tongue  clicks  ,  and  the  desire  to  lighten  the  mood  ,  she  continues  ,  ❛      he’s  not  that  bad  —  he  just  wanted  to  have  a  good  time  ,  at  least  he  made  it  here  in  one  piece  ,  right  ?    ❜

[ofeden]

@mythous said ❝ it must be so exhausting being you, can’t you just enjoy yourself for once ? ❞ jae @ niko :)

EXASPERATION  THREATENS  STONE  COLD  FEATURES  ,  near  grey  eyes  settle  upon  his  .  what  sort  of  questions  is  that  ?  he  wants  to  ask  ,  but  doesn’t  .  niko  knows  exactly  where  jae  is  going  with  this  ,  but  also  doesn’t  have  much  patience  to  argue  .  ❛      sorry  ,  i  prefer  to  take  the  situation  we’re  in  a  little  bit  more  seriously  than  you  do  .      ❜  he  doesn’t  snap  the  words  ,  not  necessarily  ,  but  there  is  a  heat  to  them  ,  as  if  impatience  had  become  clear  .   what  other  option  did  he  have  ,  after  all  .  there  ,  as  much  as  he  hates  to  admit  it  ,  people  dependent  on  him  —  people  far  less  capable  of  surviving  on  this  side  of  the  walls  than  he  is  .  if  he  starts  to  go  on  and  enjoy  himself  ?  that’s  when  mistakes  are  made  .  regardless  of  all  this  ,  though  ,  he  offers  a  crack  in  his  expression  that  is  intended  to  form  into  a  smile  ,  ❛    besides  isn’t  that  part  of  why  you’re  here  ?  someone  would  argue  that  you’re  the  comic  relief,  you  know  .  –  but  i  guess  if  you’re  so  inclined  we  can  leave  that  all  to  coyle  .  up  to  you  .      ❜

[umbraen]

@mythous there's no rhyme or reason to this life, it's days like today scattered among the rest. ~ sookie to koren

A  BROW  RAISES  ,  THOUGH  HE  DOESN’T  SMILE  .  he’s  kept  himself  hidden  for  so  long  ,  that  risking  this  woman  seeing  the  short  (  yet  sharp  enough  to  pierce  skin  )  fangs  likely  wouldn’t  be  the  best  option  .  ❛      did  you  just  come  up  with  that  off  hand  ,  or  did  you  read  that  in  a  fortune  cookie  ?    ❜  the  garuda  studies  her  for  a  moment  ,  dark  eyes  casting  over  enough  times  for  him  to  realize  that  something  wasn’t  right  about  her  .  it  was  familiar  ,  dipped  in  the  essence  of  light  and  the  sun  that  beamed  down  from  the  land  he’d  once  called  home  . well  maybe  not  his  home  -  but  there  had  once  been  a  border  shrouded  in  it  . koren  rises  ,  throat  clearing  before  looking  down  the  street  to  see  if  there  are  any  familiar  vehicles  or  people  walking  around  this  southern  drag  of  a  town  .  nothing  ,  no  war  ,  no  slaughter  or  screams  of  garuda  in  the  distance  .  he’s  not  back  home  ,  and  his  feet  remain  firmly  planted  on  the  ground  beneath  them  .      ❛    i  hope  you  get  chinese  food  often  enough  …      ❜  tone  turning  distance  ,  he  allows  his  eyes  to  fixate  upon  her  once  again  ,  ❛    that  you’ll  have  some  more  of  these  deep  thoughts  to  share  .      ❜ it  clicks  ,  then  ,  the  sudden  impulse  to  ravage  ,  to  feed  ,  the  hunger  boiling  in  his  stomach  ready  to  pulsate  out  of  him  like  a  modern  day  bomb  .  she’s  not  human  ,  the  familiar  feeling  of  light  that  exudes  from  her  is  hardly  that  of  sun  kissed  skin  ,  but  the  scars  of  war  .  ❛    …  fae      ❜

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@mythous said: ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ - rosa to jake

               ❝   whaaat?   ❞      the   word   is   drawn   out,   followed   by   all   too   familiar   jake   sounds.      cross   between   a   laugh   and   a   stutter   as   he   tries   to   form   words   to   get   him   out   of   this   hole   that   he   was   only   digging   deeper.      see,   he   was   the   only   one   to   know   it   was   her   birthday,   and   like   the   idiot   he   was,   he   may   have   spilled   it   to   the   one   person   who   can’t   keep   a   secret.      charles.      there   was   a   surprise   party   waiting   for   her   back   at   the   office,   and   jake   was   doing   everything   in   his   power   to   stall   and   prevent   them   from   going   back.      ❝   i’m   not   lying,   you’re   lying!   ❞      a   terrible   attempt   to   save   himself.

[walkingthroughfire-a]

He suppresses a smile but it's never easy in her company ; try as he might. A slow shake of his head as his hand goes through his hair now grown out longer since they last saw each other. " We really should stop meeting like this." He tells her, even if there is that tug of a grin at her just being here. But the on and off, the gone and back again ...

Oh, who is he kidding. Every time she comes back he's happy, just as long as she comes back.

" All the time, huh?" He asks seeming a little cheeky. " I'm sure you could find other things to think about, though I have to ask -- am I naked in any of those thoughts?"

Ah, there he is.

❝ I know it’s been a minute since you’ve walked through that door, but I still think about you all the time. ❞ - from emma to caiden c: @mythous (also known as reason I should have you arrested :| )

[eposerta]

OF COURSE , THERE’S ANOTHER PURPOSE TO HER OFFER , but it wasn’t the weirdness in which she’d shunned herself away from mere moments before . there’s a primal need to rush the building , to help everyone in need - to quiet the screams that pinprick the inside of her mind . it’s a tragedy , some would say , to simply stand still while the world keeps moving , people keep dying over such trivial things . — but is survival such a trivial thing ? shouldn’t she risk her own exposure to help those in such desperate need ? she should , yes . the truth is that she knows they’re already dead and those at war with the flames are going to do nothing more than pull corpses to their families . they will mourn , but the world ? it will go on — and once again renata is left standing with both feet on the ground with such great power … to do absolutely nothing . ❛ well , the good news is going to my place for food and beer ? it’s pretty damn simple . ❛ she finally responds , her golden flecked gaze forcing itself away from the crimson ferocity that threatened to pierce the sky . it’s true , right ? perhaps they both need to decompress , to find common ground in clean air that isn’t hollowed by anyone’s grief ( but her own ) . ah , the dream to simply exist . what a gift that would be — for both of them .

finally , a smile extends the corners of her mouth , a facade of life and hope that what they’d agreed to would be something worthwhile . ❛ come on , just uh … ❛ she’d already turned a heel , so she glances over her shoulder to allow an expression noting tease form in her eyes , ❛ just one thing … please tell me you don’t have any plant allergies ? i don’t … or should i say , i can’t keep them all at the shop . ’ some just need a bit of special care , sort of like them .

THOUGHTFUL  FURROW  ETCHES  ITSELF  DEEPER  INTO  HIS  FOREHEAD   ——zane  has  been  in  this  game  long  enough  to  know  that  things  are  rarely  as  they  seem,   and  renata’s  words  only  seem  to  reinforce  the  truth  of  it.   they’re  speaking  the  same  concept,   and  yet  somehow  the  confirmation  of  it  gives  him  pause.   there’s  a  certain  irony  in  it  all   —   that  the  very  beings  humans  fear  could  be  the  ones  saving  them  from  themselves.   then  again,   they’d  all  have  to  open  their  eyes  in  order  to  appreciate  the  humor  in  it.

      ❝  you  know,  i  used  to  think  the  world  was  pretty  simple,  ❞    he  starts,  voice  low  and  measured,  not  even  sure  if  he’s  having  a  conversation  with  her,  or  just  reminding  himself  of  before.   seems  almost  like  that  person  was  from  a  different  lifetime,  now.  the  laugh  he  breathes  out  is  almost  soundless,  a  puff  of  air  that  probably  doesn’t  even  convey  the  incredulousness  within.    ❝  but  nothing  about  any  of  this  is  simple,  is  it ?  ❞     

a  pause,  then,  zane’s  eyes  drifting  from  the  structure  to  the  sky  above,  failing  to  find  any  clarity  there  when  he’s  met  with  a  cloudy  sky.  the  air  feels  heavier  than  before,   like  it’s  threatening  to  press  down  upon  him.   ❝  it’s  kinda  like  we’re  all  just  stumbling  around  in  the  dark,  trying  to  make  sense  of  things  we  probably  can’t  even  begin  to  comprehend.  ❞   and  maybe  that’s  okay,  he  thinks,  maybe  he  doesn’t  need  to  have  all  of  the  answers  —   maybe  it’s  okay  if  he  stays  away  from  any  more  answers  for  now,  actually.  

turning  back  to  ren,   he  blinks  and  it’s  like  wiping  the  clouds  away  for  a  beat,  expression  softening,   smile  settling  on  his  lips.   ❝  i  appreciate  the  offer,   but  —  ❞   he’s  about  to  decline,  about  to  backpedal  from  his  previous  suggestion  of  continuing  their  conversation,  explain  that  he  wants  to  hang  back  out  of  sight,  keep  an  eye  on  things  here.  cop’s  intuition,   maybe,   or  maybe  —   as  his  partner  keeps  trying  to  tell  him  —  he’s  just  doing  too  damn  much.   instead,  zane  blows  exhales  a  long,  draw - out  breath,  gaze  holding  hers  for  a  moment.   ❝  actually,  you  know  what,  sure   —  ❞    smile  brightens,   and  he  nods  once.    ❝  might  be  good  to  just,   i  don’t  know,  decompress,  ❞   another  pause,   a  sweep  of  his  arm  out  toward  the  scene  they’re  trying  to  escape.   ❝    away  from  all  of  this.  ❞

[retros-art]

Hey there! I'm an OSDD 1B system and we have alters from greek mythology that have shared their experiences with the underworld, and I've compiled it all into one semi coherent autistic ramble. Below this I will reblog a very long yap about how the underworld works in their conceptualizations. Splitting it up into reblogs so its not a novel lmao.

If that makes no sense to you and you don't feel like learning about OSDD then just think of this as an autistic ramble of how I think the underworld works in the book im writing :)

[violetcookie2007]

Me, rewatching DND shows so that I can get through the day. First off Mythous and Magic, next is Five Feet Umbar, Goods, Limb by Limb, or Rolling Ghosts.

[redemptioninterlude]

she can see how hesitation dies upon emma's tongue - it only sparks her grin a little wider. oh she knows it's a touch unnerving, doesn't she? but alice has never cared! perhaps it even might be the sort of thing that might make a lesser person call her MAD, but she's long moved past feelling hurt for something that seemed so obvious to her. poor emma! she doesn't know what she doesn't know that she doesn't know. alice allows for a pinched sigh to fall from her lips, tut tutting, as if she were oh so terribly disappointed.

but it quickly cracks into a smile, head tilting ever so slightly as emma makes her best guess. she's learning more about her, how that's so emma of her. and she kind of LIKES the feeling of that knowing, thinking, perhaps she's all the more interesting for it. and gosh, when has alice not gone chasing after a mysterious person, with unknown goals? how curiosity for her, consumed and dictated everything!

"well what's the point of a fight if you've got NO BLOOD IN THE GAME? that doesn't sound very interesting." it's always personal, and she'll lean in a little closer, knowing the claustrophobic feeling of her presence in a moment like this, huffing and puffing with a sigh. "sometimes, it feels like you're so emotionally constipated! the world hurts people, it's inevitable~ but how we deal with that hurt's so important. why would it scary you to admit that sometimes you have to fight because it means something to you?"

- @mythous ( i totally lost this post i am so sawwweryyyyyyy akj;rkg )

SOMETIMES  IT  FEELS  LIKE   emma’s  trying  to  navigate  uncharted  waters,   but  she’s  the  only  one  whose  compass  no  longer  points  north.   alice  looks  at  her  with  a  kind  of  knowing  that  gives  emma  pause,  makes  her  want  to  ask  questions  —   but  doesn’t  even  know  the  right  words.   they’re  in  there  somewhere,   she  knows,  taking  up  space  in  her  head,  in  the  back  of  her  throat,  on  her  tongue.  lips  part,   teeth  gnaw,  mouth  closes  all  over  again.   they’re  in  there,   the  words,  but  maybe  she  has  to  chew  on  them  a  bit  longer  before  they’re  ready  to  be  let  loose.

                    ❝  i  don’t  —  ❞     know,    she  almost  says,   except  it’s  not  exactly  true.   but  that  means  what’s  left  is  just  i  don’t,  which  sounds  like  she’s  putting  up  a  fight  over  it,  denying  that  she’s  got  anything  in  her  but  that.   

a  sigh,  and  this  time  she  finds  them  back  there,   pulls  them  out,  if  a  little  unsteadily.    ❝  maybe  all  three,  sometimes.  ❞    it’s  feeble  at  best,  despite  the  truth  of  it  all.   emma  would  and  has  killed  for  her  family.  maybe  she  doesn’t  have  as  much  blood  on  her  hands  as  regina,  or  cora,  or  gold  —  but  her  skin  is  stained  all  the  same.  she  knows  she’d  die  for  henry  or  her  parents  if  it  came  down  to  it,  probably  others  ( martyr,  she  imagines  regina  spitting  at  her,  like  it’s  a  curse ).  and  she  wants  to  live  for  her  family,   now  that  she’s  found  them,   now  that  she’s  desperate  to  hold  onto  them.   but  sometimes  she  doesn’t  feel  worthy  of  that.   

                    ❝  it’s  easier  to  fight  for  the  fight  itself,  ❞    she  murmurs,   almost  under  her  breath.  the  rest  of  it  —  the  feelings,  the  expectations,  all  of  it  —  it’s  too much.  // @redemptioninterlude

[survivorofhellskitchen-a]

i. ⸻ general.

name: Karen Jordin Page alias(es): KP or KJ is what she was called throughout school gender: Female spoken language(s): English and Spanish sexual preference(s): heterosexual occupation(s): Office Manager at Nelson & Murdock/Journalist (verse depending)

ii. ⸻ appearance.

eye color: Brown hair color: Blonde height: 5'9 major scars: She has a fair sized scar on her back and upper thigh from the car accident the night Kevin died and a very minor scar on the right side of her chin just under her lip where Todd struck her

iii. ⸻ favorite

color: Purple and Maroon song: Jolene by Dolly Parton (It was her mother's favorite song too) food: Pancakes drink: Iced Coffee

iv. ⸻ have they ...

passed university: No had sex: Yes had sex in public: Kind of gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: No kissed a boy: Yes kissed a girl: Yes gotten tattoos: No gotten piercings: Yes (ear and belly button- though she no longer wears that- that was a high school thing) been in love: Yes stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes

v. ⸻ are they ...

a virgin: No a cuddler: She can be a kisser: Yes scared easily: Yes jealous easily: No trustworthy: Yes dominant: Depends on the day submissive: Depends on the day in love: No single: Yes

vi ⸻ random questions.

have they harmed themselves: No thought of suicide: Yes wanted to kill someone: Yes have/had a job: Yes have any fears: Yes (too many to list but losing the ones she loves is the most extreme)

vii ⸻ family.

sibling(s): Kevin Page (Deceased) parent(s): Paxton Page (Alive) Penelope Page (Deceased) significant other: None pet(s): Karen doesn't have any pets at the moment but her entire childhood she had dogs, cats, a horse, ducks and chickens

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[eposerta]

@mythous said ❛ there's such thing as emotional cost - investing in someone else's survival isn't free and your emotional bank is already overdrawn. ❜ - from sujin

KNUCKLES  WHITE  AS  THE  FORM  FISTS  ,  renata  stares  down  at  her  knees  .  she’s  forgotten  how  to  walk  ,  feels  as  if  the  memory  of  breath  is  lost  on  her  and  thoughts  are  delayed  .  now  ,  curled  up  against  the  wall  of  her  no  longer  gilded  cage  ,  she  feels  the  weight  of  the  entire  world  in  the  center  of  her  mind  .  each  pulse  of  a  heartbeat  ,  every  moment  that  passes  feels  like  an  eternity  .  ❛      but  —    ❜  the  words  come  out  slowly  ,  it  hurts  to  speak  and  the  ache  sent  to  the  back  of  her  neck  is  a  stark  reminder  of  what  they  keep  taking  from  her  every  time  she  goes  into  that  cold  ,  grey  room  . at  one  point  ,  she’d  go  in  there  willingly  ,  smile  at  him  while  taken  away  and  think  that  she  was  making  the  world  a  better  place  —  a  safer  place  .

❛    —  i  didn’t  have  a  choice        ❜  the  room  continues  to  spin  ,  words  slur  the  same  way  they  would  as  if  she’d  been  out  drinking  for  hours  but  she  musters  the  energy  to  drag  her  chin  up  to  stare  blankly  towards  sujin  .  ❛      he  risked  everything  to  get  me  out  of  here  —  they  almost  killed  him  .  if  i  didn’t  come  back  …    ❜  an  anvil’s  weight  of  a  sigh  falls  from  her  ,  followed  by  a  dry  ,  dehydrated  cough  ,  ❛      if  i  didn’t  come  back  they  would  have  killed  him  and  now  …      ❜  a  shaky  hand  falls  between  her  knees  and  chest  ,  resting  upon  the  stomach  that  still  feels  the  way  it  should  ,  but  now  there  is  something  new  in  there  .  ❛    what  if  i  just  made  it  worse  ?      ❜  what  if  she  ends  up  just  like  her  birth  mother  ?  dying  within  the  grip  of  equinox  ,  a  daughter  left  abandoned  to  go  through  torture  and  manipulation  ,  that  can’t  be  an  option  either  .  ❛      i  don’t  know  what  to  do  ,  sujin  –  if  i  leave  ,  they’ll  find  him  ,  kill  him  ,  if  i  stay  …      ❜  she  shuts  her  mouth  ,  choking  back  a  sob  that  threatens  to  release  from  chapped  lips  and  shakes  her  head  slowly  .  she  knows  what  she  has  to  do  .  she  has  to  get  out  ,  find  marcus  and  they  can  hide  until  their  child  is  born  and  if  they’re  still  on  the  run  ?  renata  can  always  return  and  endure  everything  for  the  sake  of  their  safety  .  ❛      if  i  stay  ,  something  terrible  is  going  to  happen  ,  i  just  don’t  know  what  .        ❜ 

[ofeden]

@mythous said ❛ if i told you i’m trying to save the world , would you believe me ? ❜ - sona to sy

A  DRY  LAUGH  ESCAPES  ,  though  it’s  unintentional  ,  and  sy  is  quick  to  shake  his  head  .  ❛      i’ve  known  you  for  how  long  ,  sona  —      ❜  the  tone  he  uses  is  gentle  but  also  has  an  underlying  grit  to  it  that  he  imagines  only  she  is  familiar  with  .  the  truth  is  right  at  the  tip  of  his  tongue,  but  he  wants  to  say  no  ,  i  don’t  believe  that  at  all  —  you’re  too  selfish  and  selfless  all  at  once  for  it  to  be  anything  but  your  own  ego  .  hadn’t  it  been  his  own  ego  that  broke  what  they  had  ?  was  it  not  the  necessity  to  gain  control  over  situations  well  beyond  their  understanding  ?  he  digresses  . ❛      i  think  that  you  believe  you  are  trying  to  save  the  world  .    ❜  is  what  he  finally  chooses  to  say  ,  and  with  that  the  grit  turns  to  bitterness  and  exasperation  of  everything  that  was  sona  .  the  blatant  ignorance  that  she’s  wrapped  herself  in  is  palpable  and  it’s  a  large  piece  of  what  had  been  wedged  between  them  .  things  hadn’t  always  been  like  this  -  he  wants  to  believe  .  then  ,  the  world  went  upside  down  and  everything  ,  everyone  changed  .  ❛    but  i  also  think  that  you  are  using  that  as  an  excuse  to  save  yourself      ❜

[umbraen]

@mythous said none of us can escape who we are. ~ from sombra to suyeong

HE’S  A  DEMON  TRAPPED  BY  CELESTIAL  STEEL  ,  a  heart  pounding  in  his  chest  ,  but  fire  burning  through  his  veins  .  there’s  an  echochamber  between  each  space  of  his  ribs  demanding  to  be  set  free  and  bring  havoc  onto  the  world  –  but  the  nephilim  leaves  him  torn  well  beyond  repair  .  it’s  who  he  is  .  trapped  between  worlds  ,  a  ping  pong  ball  tossed  back  and  forth  between  his  reality  and  the  one  intended  for  him  —  but  this  is  who  he  is  . ❛      or  what’s  been  given  to  us    ❜  suyeong  muses  quietly  ,  gaze  cast  upon  sombra  with  the  look  of  familiarity  ,  knowing  ,  and  recollection  of  dues  well  past  being  paid  .  whether  curses  or  gifts  ,  it’s  impossible  to  decide  what  can  be  run  from  and  what  cannot  —  but  suyeong  decided  long  ago  to  make  his  own  way  ,  to  carve  out  a  path  whether  it  be  in  glory  or  flames  .  sombra  has  been  along  for  the  ride  since  day  one  ,  she  knows  better  than  anyone  that  there’s  little  use  in  trying  . 

❛      still  ,      ❜  the  knife  slides  back  into  his  coat  pocket  ,  the  blood  that  stains  it  seeped  with  the  power  of  a  witch  and  he  looks  over  towards  her  ,  a  brow  raised  as  if  to  say  now  what  ?  before  tacking  on        ❛    better  to  live  through  it  than  to  die  by  it  …  right  ?      ❜  there’s    the  slightest  bit  of  hope  and  longing  ghosting  the  edges  of  foreshadowed  words 

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@mythous said: ❝ i mean, it’s the long way or the ‘we’re fucking dead’ way. ❞ - glenn to rosita

               annoyed   sigh   escapes,   hands   on   her   hips   as   she   looks   at   the   build   up   of   cars   in   front   of   them.      he’s   right,   there   is   no   way   the   truck   will   move   through   this,   even   if   it   is   gigantic.      there   are   just   too   many   vehicles.      looking   back   at   the   others   in   her   company,   she   then   nods.      ❝   guess   we’re   on   foot   then.      no   other   roads   lead   to   where   you   want   to   go.      i   don’t   think   there   is   enough   gas   left   to   find   an   alternate   route   either.   ❞      abraham   probably   wasn’t   going   to   like   leaving   it,   but   there   really   was   no   other   choice   now.      ❝   and   you’re   sure   you   want   to   go   to   this   terminus   place?   ❞

[walkingthroughfire-a]

Nothing should surprise him anymore ; he reminds himself that. Despite missing some years he's lived through enough during that time and now this time to see some shit stuff.. Even to hear some of it. But the sudden choice of words from Natasha have given Steve pause and his head jerks back in what appears to be a mix shock, uncertainty ... honestly it's just what the kids might call 'wtf'.

Firstly, he wonders, who is everyone. Secondly, his next question is actually voiced. "And you told them we didn't, right?" He's looking intently at her hoping that her answer is what the truth is - which is 'no'.

But she's also got that smirk of hers which can either mean she's going to mess with him or them ; it's undecided which.

"...Right?"

❝ Everybody wants to know if we fucked. ❞ @mythous ft. Natasha