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🍒 ooc. stumbles out of the word processor and carrd editor covered in blood: elinor's death witness powers updated.

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"the truth can also keep you safe." ellie concedes this easily, but his questions squeeze sadly over her heart. but she doesn't want to come across as condescending, especially as she doesn't know what misha has seen. more than he lets on, at the very least. "not everyone sees the world the way you, or even i, do. you can tell the truth to people you can trust, but you can't trust everyone."

she sighs a little, leaning back and crossing her legs, focusing on misha's face, trying to concentrate on the part of his aura that shone brighter than the hollows, seemingly harmless but ever present. a confounding instance. 

"you've never broken the rules to help someone? rules that shouldn't exist, rules that harm more than they help?"

★ he doesn't seem to have an immediate response to that, idly rubbing the beads of the rosary between his thumb and forefinger as he considers the words. he doesn't want to just dismiss her out of hand, and for a moment his gut instinct clashes badly with the trust he has in ellie, and the knowledge that he's about as good of a person as he's ever met outside of the walls of the church.

"but... I don't know. I don't understand." his nose scrunches slightly, "the truth should keep you safe. and if safety is reliant on lying, then it's not really safe, right?

"if you're afraid of everyone knowing, why are you doing it in the first place?" 

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"everyone knows it!" so the threat of arson isn't aimed at him specifically, which means ellie reckons he's got about 15 minutes to diffuse the stress. easy enough!

"we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." she holds out a hand to sheri, head tilted thoughtfully, eyes mischievous underneath that. "is it forgery if you're consenting to the fraud? surely you're not opposed to a little fabrication... besides, we both know i'm a good girl, i'd never do such a thing!"  

"oh yes, that thing we all know. dangers of alchemy and shit." banter back is a good enough sign that she's not ready to blow yet. an iota of patience still exists within her. 

sheri glances up with a dubious expression. "you're not gonna forge my signature, are you el?"

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favorite character meme » seven relationships ↳ 3. daisy johnson/skye and jemma simmons: You can’t imagine your life without her.

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he steps closer to the window, dodging a cat underfoot so as not to spill the tea in her hand, extending it to the pondering figure. then her attention drifts to follow his gaze, out onto the city that had come the closest to home he could find. 

"oh, always. i'm always just a moment away from a nap to get away from it all." it's hopelessly truthful, though the city bustle had become a source of solace over the years. "what's overwhelming you, sweets?"

💬 @nightingeal sent: “ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ” – from QUESTION PROMPTS.

★ misha pauses, though he doesn't immediately turn his gaze away from the window. his pale eyes are fixed out, past the immediate buildings outside of ellie's flat, out into the skyline of the city. watching the headlights of cars turn corners; people bustling along late commutes down the pavement.

"do you ever get kind of overwhelmed?" his voice is soft, almost a mumble, slightly muffled by his cheek resting on his own palm.

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"what's 'supposed'? secrets can keep us safe, sometimes. as much as the people we find ourselves trusting them with." he fights past the twinge of guilt in his gut, eyes softening on misha, wrapping her hands in themselves, hiding red-black smudges that have long since faded. "i've got so many, sweetheart. sometimes something is only for you, or you and one other person."

💬 @nightingeal sent: “ we all have secrets, don’t we? ” – from QUESTION PROMPTS.

★ he pulls just a little face. hand reflexively turning to toy with the rosary that dangles from around his neck, misha glances over at ellie from the corner of his eye.

"we're not supposed to." he pauses, eyebrows furrowing a little. "you don't act like you have any secrets."

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📩 @requiaetus sent: ❝ you’re such a cryptid. ❞ – prompt.

"i think it helps that i work a nightshift, that's enough to help anyone climb the ranks on the cryptid scale." 

his words have ellie's brow creasing, reassessing the perception she held of herself as she set down the bag of groceries. well, groceries was putting it kindly and generally. he'd picked up one of everything from the bodega, from sour patch kids to about 10 different gummy bears and several different kinds of greasy, powdery chips. it's easier for ellie to think misha is referring to that than her blackened fingertips and what had caused them. 

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📩 @desafia sent: i won’t let anyone lay a hand on you. – from the archive.

he believed it. the worry that had settled over his eyes wasn't so easy to shake, but it was... remarkably easy for elinor to put her life in mags' hands. the theory of it, anyway. the dark reality of their situation was they needed to rely on each other, and they made a good team. but to lean on mags' more violent skillset would never be a comfortable experience.

"i know." ellie tries to keep the fear and guilt from her voice, not that it mattered, between his own broadcasting features and magnolia's skills. "i don't want it to come to that, though. if we can help it?" 

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Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.

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🍒 ooc. stumbles out of the word processor and carrd editor covered in blood: elinor's death witness powers updated.

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🍒 ooc. i love to mock ellie for fumbling minnie, bc how do you lose a rich man who adores you, worships you, would do anything for you while he looks like this,

but i can only do it so much bc i know exactly how he fumbled him and it makes everyone involved v sad

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🕊️ – @tr1cked

a hand instinctively reaches up, fingers slipping into loki's hair at the nape of their neck. ellie lets out a small murmur, low, appreciative, but his eyes stayed on the paperwork, continuing to write and sign with her free hand. 

"y'know..." her fingers tighten into a grasp, keeping loki close. "if you did your paperwork, i'd be finished sooner, and then..." she lets the implication hang between them, though she had no intention of letting loki do her work, not now. 

she's the picture of self control: elinor prides herself on keeping everything exactly where it should be. he's not at good at that as he'd like to think, and loki had a liberating effect on her. both so emotionally volatile, he saw himself in her in a way that allowed her to loosen the reins around them. especially when their lips were against her neck and he spoke in soft temptations, a siren song to the constant want that was at elinor's foundation. 

"you're going to make me stir crazy..." but she was right. and they were alone... "how's this:" ellie puts the pen down, turning her head just slightly to bring their faces closer and releasing his grip on their hair. "i'll take a break." a sweet kiss dropped on loki's cheek. "and i'll do anything you want," another kiss to the other cheek, words heavy with innuendo as she twisted his body to kneel on the chair and face his temptress, now placing a teasing kiss to his lips. "and then you'll do your paperwork." 

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he just wants to be praised

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Notting Hill (1999) dir. Roger Michell

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🍒 ooc. "oh my appointment today wasn't so bad! maybe i'll get loads of writing done now that i'm home and settled and don't have to worry about anything till thursday." narrator voice: he was a fool, full of hubris and unearned optimism,

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🍒 ooc. listen, i know it's extra i know it's much, but i did figure out ellie's big six (already knew his big three), so taurus sun, capricorn moon, libra rising, but then virgo mercury, pisces venus, cancer mars.