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❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞ (Lit @ Vi) | @hewmanyfoemen​ from x meme.

A small raise of an eyebrow slips across half hidden features as his words cross her ears, seeping into her mind. She’s accepting them, turning them over inside, testing out their weight but confusion hits her then. Lies? Had she said one? Surely not. What reason did she have to tell the young boy King a lie? No, Vi tried her best to not speak such things, considering the fact that her clan wouldn’t have done such a thing. Why lie when the truth was right there? Much rather rip the band aid off whilst it was done instead of letting it fester underneath. She takes a step toward the other. Just a step, nothing beyond that as she does not wish to scare him. Nor make him question her judgement in movement. A breath, arms crossing over small frame and she regards him easily enough with a single look. Not something rude or uncaring but more of an unspoken question to his spoken words. Short legs carry her around the table as she hops up to sit upon the smooth surface, one leg crossing over the other carefully, despite wearing shorts under her short skirt, there were times she still wished to carry that lady-like persona and who better to have it in front of than a boy King?

“Smell of lies?” Voice is soft in questioning, arms still crossed over small frame and she watches him. Wishing there was a glass of water beside her because her throat felt parched but now wasn’t the time to hop down and go hunting for one. Instead, she lets a small smile seep into her voice as she speaks again. “Why would I lie to you, Lit?” Eyebrow raising again and once more, Vi is replaying the words she has spoken to him in her head. “I have no reason to speak a lie to you, and I’m not here for such things. I prefer to tell you the truth.” Though, despite the smile upon her features, there’s curiosity in her vocals. She doesn’t understand. Doesn’t know where he’s going with this, but she wants to know. Needs to.

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❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞ (Gage @ Vi) | @hewmanyfoemen​ from x meme.

There’s a roll of pink-ish red gaze at his words. Of course he’d ask for her to repeat the things she just said, considering it had been something that Vi wouldn’t have spoken in public. A light sigh leaves covered lips and arms cross over small frame. He aggravated her. Drove her to the brink of what felt like madness and yet, he was right, she did keep coming back for more. To Vi, she’d always say it was because of unfinished business. He could so easily get under her skin but she had failed to find the right buttons to fit under his and it wasn’t in her nature to give up. As her clan would say, always the hunter, never the hunted and this happened to be no different. Gage’s mouth was constantly moving. Constantly spewing things that made her fingers curl, painted nails digging into the leather of her gloves. Oh, how she had wished she could punch the smirk right out from under the mask. She didn’t even have to see it to know it was there. It was the way he got enjoyment from driving her insane. The way she could hear it in his voice. God, he was infuriating.

Vi was different though. She had training for her emotions. An assassin was only as good as how they killed but it took discipline to be able to do it without the feeling or the lull of something inside. A breath and she rolls her eyes again at the thought. She wants to not give him the satisfaction of an answer but she knows that would get them nowhere fast. “I said...” A pause and her gaze drifts closed for a moment before flickering open to stare him down. “I said you did good out there and...” She mumbles the last bit, not really wanting to repeat herself, as it made her want to smack him but she places a small smile on unseen lips, letting it infect her voice. “Thanks for saving me a few times there. I thought I was goner for sure and you’d have to bring back my card, but no. You actually had my back.” Oh, it felt unnatural to be so nice to him. To actually think him. Yet, she still remembers their conversation of being nice to each other. It was so easy to throw out insults when kindness was what this place seemed to lack.

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The ultimate affectionate gestures compilation

Send one of the following prompts for my muse to reach out affectionately to yours !

Feel free to combine them ( example: send [ brush ] + [ push ] for my muse to brush the loose strand of your muse’s hair our of their face and then push it behind your muse’s ear ), reverse them ( example: send [ reverse + caress ] for your muse to caress my muse’s cheek ) and/or add details.

[ brush ] - to brush the hair out of your muse’s face / eyes / forehead

[ push ] - to push the loose strand of your muse’s hair behind your muse’s ear

[ caress ] - to caress your muse’s cheek

[ tilt ] - to tilt your muse’s chin gently to prompt them to make eye contact with my muse

[ curl ] - to curl my muse’s fingers under your muse’s chin while resting a thumb on their cheek, not quite tilting but just… holding

[ cup ] - to cup your muse’s face with my muse’s hands

[ place ] - to place my muse’s hand over your muse’s hand where it’s placed on my muse’s cheek

[ boop ] - to boop your muse on the nose

[ Eskimo ] - to brush my muse’s nose against your muse’s nose as in Eskimo kiss

[ nose ] - to kiss your muse on the nose

[ palm ] - to kiss your muse on the palm

[ knuckles ] - to kiss your muse’s knuckles

[ cheek ] - to kiss your muse on the cheek

[ lips ] - to kiss your muse softly on the lips

[ forehead ] - to kiss your muse on the forehead

[ lean ] - to lean forward and press my muse’s forehead against your muse’s forehead

[ pepper ] - to pepper your muse’s face with kisses

[ eyes ] - to kiss your muse’s closed eyelids

[ tears ] - to kiss away your muse’s tears

[ wipe ] - to wipe away your muse’s tears

[ gaze ] - to gaze into your muse’s eyes

[ roll ] - to roll my muse’s eyes at your muse affectionately

[ scalp ] - to massage your muse’s head

[ pat ] - to pat your muse’s head

[ top ] - to kiss your muse on the top of their head and then settle my muse’s cheek against it while holding them close

[ chin ] - to set my muse’s chin on the top of your muse’s head while holding them close

[ hair ] - to place lots of short, sweet, messy little kisses to the crown of your muse’s hair

[ run ] - to run my muse’s fingers through your muse’s hair

[ twirl ] - to twirl a strand of your muse’s hair around my muse’s finger

[ comb ] - to brush your muse’s hair

[ braid ] - to braid your muse’s hair

[ whisper ] - to lean close to your muse’s ear and whisper something to them

[ tickle ] - to tickle your muse

[ cheer ] - to try to cheer your muse up

[ faces ] - to make funny faces at your muse

[ shove ] - to playfully shove your muse

[ hand ] - to place my muse’s hand on your muse’s shoulder / neck as a way of supporting / comforting / reassuring them that my muse is there

[ shoulders ] - to wrap my muse’s arm around your muse’s shoulders

[ massage ] - to massage your muse’s shoulders and/or neck

[ soothe ] - to rub your muse’s shoulders soothingly

[ rub ] - to rub your muse’s back

[ body ] - to give your muse a full-body massage

[ snuggle ] - to snuggle to your muse’s side

[ support ] - to support your muse with an arm around their waist

[ lift ] - to lift your muse up in my muse’s arms

[ trace ] - to trace your muse’s scar/s with the softest press of my muse’s fingertips

[ ask ] - to ask your muse about their scar/s

[ scar ] - to kiss your muse’s scar/s

[ back ] - to hug your muse from behind

[ rest ] - to hug your muse from behind and rest my muse’s cheek against your muse’s back / shoulder

[ rock ] - to hold your muse and rock gently from side to side

[ tuck ] - to tuck your muse against my muse’s chest, covering them with the front parts of my muse’s jacket / coat, in order to keep them warm

[ head ] - to rest my muse’s head on your muse’s shoulder

[ cover ]  to cover your muse with a blanket / jacket / coat when they’re lying down

[ drape ] - to drape a blanket / jacket / coat over your muse’s shoulders

[ jewelry ] - to put a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck

[ tie ] - to help your muse do their tie

[ smooth ] - to straighten your muse’s collar / lapel / brush a hand over your muse’s clothes to smooth it out

[ feed ] - to feed your muse

[ drink ] - to help your muse drink

[ pull ] - to pull your muse down to sit on my muse’s lap

[ bed ] - to push or pull your muse back on the bed when they try to get up

[ lap ] - to place my muse’s head on your muse’s lap

[ guide ] - to guide your muse to place their head on my muse’s lap

[ hide ] - to guide your muse to hide their face on my muse’s chest

[ help ] - to give your muse a hand when they’re stepping up or over something

[ touch ] - to touch the back of my muse’s hand to the back of your muse’s hand as if inviting to hold hands

[ thumb ] - to run my muse’s thumb over your muse’s thumb while holding hands

[ hold ] - to hold your muse’s hand and interlace our muse’s fingers

[ fingers ] - to play with your muse’s fingers absent-mindedly

[ nails ] - to tidy your muse’s nails and/or do a manicure

[ makeup ] - to help your muse put on their makeup

[ shapes ] - to trace imaginary shapes on your muse’s skin

[ pain ] - to kiss your muse where it hurts to soothe their pain

[ heartbeat ] - to place my muse’s head upon your muse’s chest, right over their heart, to listen to its beat

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SENTENCE STARTERS | FINAL FANTASY XII

❝ Not all of us are here because of a love of battle, you know. ❞ ❝ You bore a few cuts, but you’re still whole. Can you stand? ❞ ❝ You’re barely old enough to be a man/woman. You shouldn’t be forced to wield a sword. ❞ ❝ I’ve laughed in the face of death far too many times to give up now. ❞ ❝ Well…so much for peaceful negotiations… ❞ ❝ You’re no good to anyone if you’re locked away in a dungeon! ❞ ❝ It’s been a long time since we did anything together. Too long. ❞ ❝ I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here…If something happened to you… ❞  ❝ Impeccable timing. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were waiting here all along. ❞ ❝ If you ever want to see your home again, you’ll do exactly as I say. ❞ ❝ If a dungeon’s waiting for us at the end of the night, it’d best have a change of wardrobe. ❞ ❝ With each passing day, the world finds new and exciting ways to kill a man. ❞ ❝ Our ranks grow by the hour…and our troubles with them. ❞ ❝ You have a lot to learn before we even get started on your thievery. ❞ ❝ Relax, it’s just a corpse. Jump at every little thing and you’ll wear yourself out. ❞ ❝ Remember what curiosity killed. Just a friendly word of advice. ❞ ❝ You’re the one that stinks, hamshank! Hear me now? ❞ ❝ …Now is looking like a good time for us to leave. ❞ ❝ Those that do not show respect will receive none in kind. ❞ ❝ I trusted you. I trusted you and I lost everything. ❞ ❝ Believe what you want to, whatever it takes to make you happy. What’s done is done. ❞ ❝ Our paths keep crossing, yours and mine. It’s more than just coincidence. ❞ ❝ I know this wasn’t your fault…I see that now. ❞ ❝ Misunderstanding? What I’m understanding is that they took ____ because of you! ❞ ❝ Do me a favour and stay where I can keep my eye on you. ❞ ❝ Don’t worry. I don’t know what’s in there, but you’re in good hands. ❞   ❝ Keep your snout in the trough where it belongs. ❞ ❝ Not exactly earning high marks for originality, are we? ❞ ❝ I will see to it that you are kept from harm. It is my duty now. ❞   ❝ Why spare my life now? Would you have me live in shame? ❞ ❝ I will not place my trust in the sword of a traitor! ❞ ❝ You may be royal, but without proof of your identity, you are powerless. ❞ ❝ In my line of work, you never know when something like this might come in handy. ❞ ❝ You’re a pirate, aren’t you? Then steal me. Is that so much to ask? ❞ ❝ How much is the price on your head these days, I wonder? ❞ ❝ It’s tough being popular. I hope no admirers drop in while we’re gone. ❞   ❝ You don’t have to worry about me. I’m tougher than I look. ❞ ❝ Call me old fashioned, but I was hoping for a treasure whose worth we could measure. ❞ ❝ Well, at least your sword is to the point. ❞ ❝ I always knew you didn’t take to being tied up. I just never knew how much… ❞ ❝ If I could protect just one person from war’s horror, I would bare any shame proudly. ❞ ❝ You’ve let your eyes betray your heart. ❞ ❝ You can never know another, not even your father / mother. ❞ ❝ I am simply myself, no more and no less. And I want only to be free. ❞ ❝ The past can bind a man as surely as irons. ❞ ❝ Too late and to their sorrow do those who misplace their trust in Gods learn their fate. ❞ ❝ The stain of your blood shall be washed clean from history’s weave. ❞ ❝ I slew your King. I slew your country. Do these deeds not demand vengeance? ❞ ❝ Good! Find your wrath! Take up your sword! Fight and serve those who died before you! ❞ ❝ DON’T LISTEN TO ____’S LIES!!! ❞ ❝ I hope you haven’t forgotten my role in this little story. ❞ ❝ You know what they say about the leading man? He never dies. ❞ ❝ Not the first time I’ve heard that joke. I’m still not laughing. ❞ ❝ I’d say you’re in more of a supporting role. ❞ ❝ I won my freedom. Yet my past had been cut away forever. ❞ ❝ Watch and mark you the suffering of one who must rule, yet lacks the power. ❞ ❝ You know what? I’m through with it - I’m through running. I’m ready to find my purpose. ❞ ❝ Who said anything about being strong? You’ll make it. You got good friends. ❞ ❝ I am the leading man. Might need to do something heroic. ❞ ❝ Wield your hatred and crush me. I welcome it! ❞ ❝ My hands are already stained with blood. I see little reason to stay them now. ❞ ❝ What am I to do with those who would oppose me…but show them death? ❞ ❝ This whole affair has the smell of money. I may have to wet my beak a little. ❞ ❝ Spend your pity elsewhere. If you are so set on running, hadn’t you best be off? ❞ ❝ You shall not tread this path alone. Together we go… ❞

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It had to be you - Frank Sinatra. 

One of the most romantic songs in the history. 

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

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Ghost — Dance Macabre

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Oh, God I’m sick of sleeping alone

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                             | Closed starter for Harley | @ofzeropoint​

Plants had adorned the hotel ever since the android had asked her for help to make this place look better for the man she called Master. Ivy hadn't quite liked the idea of another person calling someone else such a thing, after all, the word Master had meant ownership and ownership had meant never being one's own person. Something in which, the plant woman had loved more than anything. With a breath, Ivy continued to water and nurture the plants throughout the hotel. This was where she had found her comfort. Where she would love to spend her time. A life surrounded by herbology was a life that Ivy could lose herself in. After all, plants had always been better than people. They never really judged, nor talked back. They didn't deserve the pain that humans had placed upon them Plants would never hurt her. Never judge her. Never harm her. They were a part of her and she could speak to them, give them life and fill the world with them so it could become such a better place. There's a light smile upon her lips as she moves from space to space, watering them and adding in the food that they needed to be happy. Not moving to the next until the plant she was currently tending to would let her know that it was satisfied and no longer in need. It had been floors upon floors or living babies, all needing daily care and Ivy knew she could so easily just create a plant to help her with each floor but for now, she enjoyed the relaxation that it brought her. Hands moving to set down the watering canister, she moves carefully, talking to the rose pot, letting it know to drop a rose for her with a soft smile upon her features that grows as the rose carefully falls into the palms of her hands. "Thank you." She leans down, placing a gentle kiss upon the other pedals of the plant before she moves to the next. Continuing her pattern floor to floor.

Naturally Ivy wasn't bothered during this time. She assumed people were afraid of her or perhaps they were smart enough to know to not bug her but there had always been one person that seemed to surpass that boundary part she seemed to put out in the world. "Hey Harls." The girl's voice is soft, like the smile that hasn't left her lips as she turns to face her only friend in this realm so far. "Been awhile since you and I had spent some time together. Figured I'd...I dunno, get you a gift or something." Ivy's voice falls a little, a bit awkward in tone as she extends her hand that's holding the rose in it. "Did I say gift? I meant just a flower. Please don't kill it." She ends her sentence with a bit of a click of her tongue, trusting Harley enough to not crush the poor thing the instant she receives it. "You busy? I was thinking of heading down to the restaurant and grabbing a bite to eat? Maybe whip up some Thai food. What do you feel like eating?"

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               | closed starter for Malice | @withinafortnight​

Chest rises and falls with the motion of heavy breathing. Red booted feet broke out into a sprint as the storm started to close in, knowing the distance they had to travel, had caused his his heart to flutter and his anxiety start to rise. Would they make it to the safety of the next phase before having to move again? Surely he had the faith in them they needed but did she? Steve Rogers had gained ground from the storm as he bolted forward in action, gun in gloved hands and he refuses to look back, ears knowing the sound of heeled clad footsteps at his side but suddenly there's silence next to him and the sound of rolling thunder and pink and purple acid falling behind them. He stops instantly. Steve had never been the type of person to leave another behind, no matter who they had been or how they had appeared and as he shifted to look back and see Malice upon the ground, getting swallowed by the storm, he simply acted upon instinct. The devilish woman would not be left to suffer in such a way that he had wished Tony's device had broken in their time here. A breath is sucked into lungs as he launches himself back into the wall that was meant to kill them. To end their time in the cycle if they had not won the battle of survival upon this royale. He bends at the knees, scooping up the red fleshed woman as if she had been nothing but a feather upon the ground and he continues his trek forward. The pain was immense but he had gathered the proper things they would need once one the side of safety. "I've got you." He speaks lightly down to her in his arms. "I won't leave you behind." And as he crosses that threshold into safety, Steve gently places Malice upon the ground, getting her back to her feet before handing a medkit and two bottles of blue liquid to her. "This should help. I'd offer more if I had it but you're alive and that's what matters. You walked off death and we can complete this mission together."

Steve Rogers had never known when to give up. It wasn't in his blood to lay down and die to something so easily. Before he had became known as Captain America, he was a scrawny guy who fought men twice his size, even if they were in the military. He would always stand up for the guy others saw as an easy target. There had been many times he had gotten his butt handed to him in the back of an alley because he refused to let the bully get away with whatever it was they were doing and there were just as many times that his best friend, Bucky, had saved his skin. In some ways, he had taken on that train of Buck, as if it was a means to keep him close to his heart. To never lose the one person he'd be with until the end of the line. In this realm? He could only hope that Sam and the others would have Bucky's back just like they did his as he learned that world and the dangers that came with it. "Where did you come from, ma'am?" He pauses, his manners taking effect as he did not wish to offend her but he wanted to ask her a question. He wanted to get to know her more if they were going to be fighting side by side together to survive. "Where is it that you came from? I came from Earth. Two different time eras so I guess I got on the lucky side when it came to getting used to this place." His light blue gaze rests upon her but his senses are running high, keeping an eye around them, as to make sure they would not get ambushed before she was properly ready for battle once more.

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         | continued from x @hewmanyfoemen​

A man from a different time lost and yet another world. This had seemed to be fate for Steve Rogers to end up in this type of realm. He had always been different. Always been alone since he was seventeen. Steve had a grasp on a reality that others couldn't seem to reach. He didn't really want to save the world itself, so to say, but more so to save the people that the world held in it's hands. His faith used to be in two places, God and people but as time went on and as Steve had entered into a different era after waking up from the frozen slumber he had once been in, he had found faith in people. Found that some had never let him down whereas others had built their lives on destroying those that surrounded them. Captain America was created by a dream. By a man who wanted give others hope in a war that had never seemed to end, but once Red Skull had perished, Captain America had became so much more than just a pipe dream of ending a war between countries and an outside force. He became a beacon on hope. Someone that people had looked up to to keep them safe. Steve had always been good at that, giving others hope, even before he grew into the shoes of what the world had perceived him to be. Victoria was different than others he had met, which seemed to be a running theme here, as Dominion had red skin and flames, giving him flashbacks to the man who was crafted to be the first version of him. Midas had golden hands and if the rumors were true, could turn anything he touched to gold. He had learned long ago, back in the forties, to never judge another person, no matter what path they had walked upon to lead them to this point in their life. The Avengers had been made up of different breeds of people and they may have fought and argued amongst themselves, Steve never judged them. Even when Tony could sometimes make that thought seem impossible.

Clad in civilian clothes instead of his normal Captain attire, Steve leans against the doorframe of the room, macular arms crossed over broad chest and his light blue gaze drifts down from her features to the crossbow in her hands. He knew that he was technically at her mercy and that in a sense, his life could depend on two things; one being his faith in trusting her not to pull the trigger, had the crossbow been loaded and two, being his fast reflexes, catching the bolt in the nick of the time like he had caught a glowing lance in a time that had felt like centuries ago to him. "Surely you seem to make it that way?" He questions lightly just then. Steve had one thing in common with her, at least, that he had seemed to notice; they both were from a time that they didn't feel comfortable having left. The man who went into that ice so many years ago would have given anything to not leave it and the man who had came out would sometimes feel like he would give anything, including laying down his own shield, just to return to the time he had came from. After all, the first person he had ever loved, he had left in that original time of his and his heart had wanted nothing more than to return to her warm embrace. Yet, with the distractions of this world, Steve had found it difficult to adjust here. Phones weren't a concept he wasn't used to but he still chose to not use them. Tony had to give him a simple one. Said it was made for an old man like Steve and Steve had rolled his eyes and scoffed a little at the jab. "All the Avengers do, ma'am. We were just doing our job when the time called for it. I guess you're right. We're both hard people to track down but we seem to want it to be that way." In truth, there had been a time when Steve had disappeared off the grid as the Government had hunted him down like a rat in maze. Upon her question, he steps further into the room, walking towrads where she's been cleaning the crossbow this entire time. "For a mission. I was going to reach you on the phone but they've never really been my strong suit in figuring out how to use. I figured it'd just be faster to track you down."

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Ivy had never been like many others in this realm. Unlike most, there was only a select few people that she truly cared about. So few that Ivy could count them upon her fingertips. People were destructive. They ruined the environment and killed the herbal life that thrived in the the planet. They were greedy and wanted nothing but the things their hearts could create. That was the thing, Ivy wished to never be like them. She wished to never experience those things again. Not like how her father used to and the way he had showed such actions. She closes her eyes for a moment, needing to steady herself and where she stood. The memories came on too strong and she had forgotten how to lock them away for a split second. The grass tickles against the skin of her ankles as it grows slightly to creep up underneath the end of her pants. Such a sensation brings a soft smile to her lips and when her gaze drifts open again, she looking at Tsuki with a kind expression. Ivy had never really had to deal with an android before. She tended to work alone in Gotham. Her heists had always been in line with the goal she had in mind, so what was the point in dragging others into it? Even Batman worked alone until Boy Wonder came along. The words slip from her lips with mild ease. Something she knows to ask  someone else even if the care for the person isn't really there. Was Tsuki technically a person? Sure. She spoke, had thoughts and reacted just like everyone else, even if it was all really coding. So did it matter to Ivy if she had shown concern to someone who was an android and not technically a human? Would be the same if someone from the outside had seen how she had treated plants and trees and all other manner of the Green? Questions swarm her mind and she wants to snap, but instead, she shakes her head, gaze staying steady on the other before drifting down to the robotic arm.

Ivy was no engineer but she was smart. A doctorate in her own accord, Ivy could figure out most things had she tried hard enough, but this was a difficult subject entirely. Mechanical things weren't the botanist's field of study. Batman had taught her nothing with the different mechanics he used on his suit. The one superhero that used his brain to survive in a world full of villains'. "Yeeeahh, by the looks if it, your sensors may be lying to you. Did you not see the blow that you just took to the arm? Good thing you're an android, I guess." Her eyebrow raises a little at the other and she kneels down next to her. Ivy had sustained many injuries over her life, all of which had been healed due to the way her body was with the Green now, but she was unsure about this sentient being in front of her. How did one fix a mechanical arm when their expertise lied elsewhere? Who had been Tsuki's upkeeper and could Ivy get her there safe enough? "No offense or anything, but I really only care about like three or four people." The red head states lightly, a bit awkwardly but she's never been a good liar so why start now? She shakes her head, standing back up as she offers Tsuki a hand to help her to her feet. "I may be used to working alone, but I'm not dumb enough to think I can make it through this mission on my own. We have to work together, Tsuki."

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New people had seemed to be less and less frequent here in this realm than they had been in the past. At times, there had been multiple people who had just woke up at once than just a select few that a person could count on their hand. Sometimes, these people had connections to others already in the realm, as if they had followed them in. Vi hadn't followed Drift in, despite how confused she was that her mask had seemed to do so, yet, it was by sheer dumb luck that she had been dragged here too. Lityerses had been different, however, at least from what Vi had learned. The son of Midas. The boy King that others outside of this place had seemed to respect but also vie for the good graces of. Of course, he was a king and most would want whatever they could out of him. Manipulation was a tactic that Vi had learned others were not below doing, no matter how silly it could've been and when a child was involved? Vi had seen adults use such a thing to get what they wanted. A sigh escapes worn lips under the half mask that she wears, taking the chair next to the young king with a soft smile upon her lips. At first, she does not speak. She does not wish to interrupt the silence with words as it was found comfortable to her. Silence was golden, as she had heard someone here say once and she had found that statement to be full of truth. Sometimes, silence was all a person needed in order to think properly. To see what laid ahead in their future and what they needed to learn from their past. Vi liked silence but it seemed those moments were few and far between with Gage running around, hellbent on upsetting any peace the Fox leader had ever dreamed of having in this place.

At his wave, her eyebrow rose. Had he thought she had come here to be a spy? Perhaps he had thought negative of her due to the relation he seemed to have with Midas but she hadn't cared much about that. It wasn't her place after all, so why should she have gotten involved in their family matters? That was, of course, unless Midas had asked her to do so, which he hadn't. A breath leaves her and she sits back a little more, a part of her hoping the boy king would pick up on her relaxed body language, something she never did if she was on the job. After all, to lose her guard would surely mean failure and failure wasn't something that Vi had ever wanted to taste often on her tongue. "Do you think so lowly that I would be here to babysit you?" She questions with a small tilt of her head to the left, curiosity seeping into her red gaze as she does not look away from him. "I may not be a true knight, but I would never be here, saying I would stay if you wished, if this were business." Vi continues, turning in her chair to watch him move and a part of her feels offended but she doesn't let that show. Not in front of the son of the man she has placed her allegiance in. "I do not wish to be your body guard, Lityerses. I am simply here as friend, if you'll let me be that. I do think you are capable of taking on most of the people in this realm, myself included, even if it would be fun to practice sparring against you!"

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Eyes drift shut and Vi finds her place of solitude. The place she disappears to when her heart is pounding far too quickly inside the cage of her chest cavity. Where she goes when she needs to breathe and escape the realm. A valley near her home, full of cherry blossom trees and the sun's rays just drifting through past the branches. The thought always makes her smile as the pink pedals dance around her in the light breeze. She used to venture there as a child. It had became her spot when she wanted to get away from her responsibilities, but when her eyes open again, and her red gaze is staring back at her in the mirror, she remembers that this is not the home she was born into but a new reality entirely. She grew to not hate it here but to understand it. To know that this is survival and she needed to keep fighting to keep going. Though, Vi would be lying if she had said she expected to meet people she came to trust along the way. Midas had been different. Someone that came out of no where and at first, she wasn't quite sure what to think of the man but with time, that trust had grown and she would lay her life down for him if he had asked her to do so. With a breath, Vi moves to the dresser in front of her, reaching for the small ornate box that she keeps the stash of money in from her payments of work. Five hundred dollars come out with ease and she half smiles at the money in hand. Sure, the young fox had promised a much higher price but it was all just a game, after all. A high ball stake meant room for negotiations and Vi wasn't below trying anything she could to get the things she wanted. It was his own fault that he made her curious. All that banter they had. The arguments. His...comments. It all drove her mad and she thinks it's about time she knows just what the face that spews such words looks like underneath that mask and those glasses.

Gage had said five minutes and that was easy when she wasn't far from the Mercs area. A place that she had thought she'd end up if it hadn't been for the person that caught her trust first. A merc was basically an assassin who went where the money was and didn't quite care about their own morals that went with it. As long as payment came, they'd do whatever it was they wanted or was asked. She mentally shakes herself, offering a nod of a hello to someone as they pass her down the hall and she feels her heart race a little bit faster inside of her chest. Why was this making her heart race? She had done things like this before in the past. Was it simply because she didn't know the outcome? Because Gage could be a loose cannon and she had no idea how he'd react? Because she had never paid someone to see their face? Questions race through her mind as she stops in front of the hotel room door, gloved hand raises, knuckles rapping across the door as she waits the few minutes for him to answer. "So let's get this over with, shall we?" She begins easily enough, her voice light and kind. Wanting to keep her tone inviting. "I'm gonna assume you're going to let me in so no one else can sneak a peek at the goods, am I right?"

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hewmanyfoemen​:

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  ❝ IF YOU HATE ME SO much, then why do you constantly talk to me, huh? ❞ Camo-clad leg draped over other casually, body leaning back in lawn chair beside pool. The scent of chlorine drifted over to him, elating his senses and allowing mind to quip out a rebuttal to Vi’s nagging – it always happened like this: she’d see him, she’d make a comment about him being around, then she’d stay to talk to him until she blew a fuse! He can’t say that he’s been innocent of constant badgering, but, after the last time he blew a fuse of his own, he decided to distance himself from working for the two in a constant cock fight over who is better. He swore, those two needed to just fuck and get it outta their systems.

       Arms stretched out, crossing over and propping his head upright to stare her down ; oh, he loved tormenting her just a wee bit too much, didn’t he? Well, she was kind of asking for it by always trying to get under his skin. Amusement twinkled in unseen irises, waiting for her to speak up, tell him off, or maybe start telling him about how he wasn’t cared about – the usual spiel he made jokes by this point in his life. Only someone who experienced it all their life knew that turning torture into laughter meant it didn’t hurt any longer.

         ❝ What’s the insult of the day, fine vagine? ❞

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As nice as it had been to be in this realm that never really seemed to have stormy weather, Vi found herself missing the storms that would come in the night at her home. The way the thunder rolled over the sky and how the lightning made her feel accepted by the Fox God in the sky. Head lay back upon the cushion of the chair she'd been lounging on. The glass of water half full on the small table next to her. Legs, clad in her leather booths and thigh highs are angled just right so no one could see up the skirt she had been wearing, even if she did have shorts underneath. Her fox hood was down for a change a light colored locks sprayed out from her head. She had been enjoying the rays of the sun upon her skin, the smell of the chlorine drifting from the pool, dancing under her nostrils but that peace she had found in her settings had shattered the moment he came into the rays of sun upon her skin. "Ugh." She groans, rolling her red gaze as he opens his mouth and Vi debates shifting into a fox just to leave him quicker than he could think to stop her from going. "Do you always have to come ruin the quiet?" She questions, gaze resting upon the mask clad man that sat beside her. "First of all, I DON'T seek you out to talk to you, Gage. So get that out of that thick skull of yours. Second, it's not like I have any enjoyment in our conversations." She rolls her eyes, sitting up upon the lounge chair as she swings her legs over the side, facing him just then. No one in this realm had figured out to get under her skin quite like Gage did and it bothered her. The hold he could find over her. She was a professional. An assassin who was trained to kill and trained to infiltrate. After all, she was always the hunter but Gage? Gage had found a part of her that no one else had ever really tried to discover and that? That was what she truly hated with her whole being.

Her blood boils at what he calls her and she wants nothing more than to zap him with her lightning whilst throwing him into the pool but she holds back. Vi's trying to keep her temper under control. She doesn't want to act out. Doesn't want him to get this type of reaction from her because she knows the truth. It's why she tries to get under his skin in return. Amusement. Enjoyment. A nice laugh to have at someone else's expense. A sad, twisted game but yet, the two seemed to like the dance well enough to seem to continue it. Vi lets a sigh past her soft lips, tucking her hair upward as she flips the fox hood back on, feeling more comfortable with it than without. Only those who have her full trust have ever really seen her without any of her Fox Clan gear on. There's always something that ties her to them. Something that shows her past. That never lets her forget the torment she went through. The trauma she saw with her own gaze. "You know what? I think I'll pass on the insult of the day." A pause, she reaches for the glass of water, taking a long drink to patch her thirst but also allow her mind to think of where to go next. "I'm not feeling very mean today. Instead, let's call a truce? A day without insults. Besides, I think it may be more difficult for the two of us to ACTUALLY be nice to the other than throw around harsh words like we do."