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noonereally2013-07-02 11:19 pm
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noonereally2013-07-02 11:19 pmwithdrawals2013-06-04 09:42 pmEntry tags:
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[ of course, they'd all known this day would come. it was bound to, really. logically, pragmatically, realistically. there was no way that apartment could house all three of them for long, after all, and with all that had happened with the families, and the twilights, and alex finding her brother... well. it was only a matter of time.
she had no reason to stay.
right?
worick, surprisingly, hadn't made that big a deal of things. no grand gesture, no elaborate and theatrically tearful goodbye. just a warm smile, a dinner for all four of them, and the promise to keep in touch. somehow, the simplicity of his goodbye was what had shaken alex the most, and it had actually taken her a long while to gather herself together again after a good, long cry in the room.
by the time she'd come out, worick and her brother were gone, for some reason or another... she'd known that worick had intended for nic to have a chance to say goodbye, but she hadn't anticipated he'd go so far as to leave the two of them alone entirely.
honestly, she'd been under the assumption he would have had to manhandle nic into forcing out a goodbye.
she finds him just outside the door when she finally wanders out of the room, idly dabbing at the corner of her wet eyes. she freezes upon seeing him, hesitating a little, before she puts on a faint, shaky smile. she and her brother leave in the morning. ]
Thank you... for everything.
she had no reason to stay.
right?
worick, surprisingly, hadn't made that big a deal of things. no grand gesture, no elaborate and theatrically tearful goodbye. just a warm smile, a dinner for all four of them, and the promise to keep in touch. somehow, the simplicity of his goodbye was what had shaken alex the most, and it had actually taken her a long while to gather herself together again after a good, long cry in the room.
by the time she'd come out, worick and her brother were gone, for some reason or another... she'd known that worick had intended for nic to have a chance to say goodbye, but she hadn't anticipated he'd go so far as to leave the two of them alone entirely.
honestly, she'd been under the assumption he would have had to manhandle nic into forcing out a goodbye.
she finds him just outside the door when she finally wanders out of the room, idly dabbing at the corner of her wet eyes. she freezes upon seeing him, hesitating a little, before she puts on a faint, shaky smile. she and her brother leave in the morning. ]
Thank you... for everything.
and then there was a dystopia.
The novelty of snow had worn off eventually. Enkidu was not strictly speaking confined - he could roam the castle and the surrounding area as he saw fit, as was only right He did, naturally, though he did not pry too much into their affairs, occasionally holing himself up for hours to study up on what he'd missed, several thousand years were a big gap in the mind, and he did not have the advantage of a summoned Heroic Spirit, of being endowed with the knowledge of the current era. So he taught himself.
Months passed.
Months passed and he met people, and he was told about the war and the Holy Grail, though people kept dodging some of the questions, he'd noticed. Not too long after, even he could feel the shift in magic that occured in the castle. His senses hadn't dulled. He sensed the summoned person, the non-human, though faintly, and how could he help being curious? As the First Hero, who so many had followed after, how could he help craving to meet one of them face to face? Of course, not right away. Not immediately after the summoning, but soon. Patience was never his greatest virtue.
He hadn't expected that a Spirit would need to eat, but as silent footsteps carried him through the seemingly endless corridors to the kitchen of all places, it left little room for doubt. He walked in, all ease and grace.
Months passed.
Months passed and he met people, and he was told about the war and the Holy Grail, though people kept dodging some of the questions, he'd noticed. Not too long after, even he could feel the shift in magic that occured in the castle. His senses hadn't dulled. He sensed the summoned person, the non-human, though faintly, and how could he help being curious? As the First Hero, who so many had followed after, how could he help craving to meet one of them face to face? Of course, not right away. Not immediately after the summoning, but soon. Patience was never his greatest virtue.
He hadn't expected that a Spirit would need to eat, but as silent footsteps carried him through the seemingly endless corridors to the kitchen of all places, it left little room for doubt. He walked in, all ease and grace.
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...and then there were Seven Kingdoms. (Gilgamesh; Enkidu; AU!verse)
[He's lived in the forests of Uruk for years. More of his childhood spent here among the animals than where he came from - a desolate place he barely remembers, but with the warmth of his family. His family who was slaughtered for coming here, just for coming here, and had done nothing to wrong those who considered this land their own.
Now, almost a man grown, Enkidu is strong and fierce as any trained in the arts of combat. So when people enter his forest, if they bear Uruk's gold and red, they rarely leave again, or they leave without so many of their belongings, or their mounts, or as much of their limbs and blood where it ought to be.
It stands to reason, if they can claim to own land and defend it, so can he.]
Now, almost a man grown, Enkidu is strong and fierce as any trained in the arts of combat. So when people enter his forest, if they bear Uruk's gold and red, they rarely leave again, or they leave without so many of their belongings, or their mounts, or as much of their limbs and blood where it ought to be.
It stands to reason, if they can claim to own land and defend it, so can he.]
noonereally2012-11-23 11:21 pmI don't want no future, I don't need no past. [threads might be nsfw.]
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
( One bright moment is all I ask. )
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testpost for cwp/lame excuse for shippy sexy things.
There was no way in hell she was getting used to this place. She didn't want to, either. Not only had they kidnapped her expecting her to whore herself out for favour and status. Stuck her in a shitty hole in the wall in a place not much better than the worst parts of Roanapur. Not only was there no bloodshed to go with their supposed war. (War, she could've dealt with.)
No. This place had to be in the desert. Of all places, a desert.
She hadn't wanted to see another dune of sand in her life.
It wasn't hard to spot a place that sold alcohol. What was a little more difficult was finding a place that sold alcohol and stayed quiet. Stepping into the dark bar, she smelled of gunsmoke and cigars and the street dirt outside, carrying herself with the easy and certain confidence of one who is used to being obeyed. Despite her business suit and seemingly impractical high heeled shoes, Balalaika strode in like a soldier, seating herself at the bar.
Her scars seemed deterrent enough to anyone, as low-cut as her shirt and blazer were. She did not waste time with bullshit light drinks, instead, ordering a vodka almost sarcastically and finding herself surprised the man at the bar knew what she was talking about, but she drank slowly, nursing her drink feeling like she had all the time in the world. And hey, in a sense, she did.
No. This place had to be in the desert. Of all places, a desert.
She hadn't wanted to see another dune of sand in her life.
It wasn't hard to spot a place that sold alcohol. What was a little more difficult was finding a place that sold alcohol and stayed quiet. Stepping into the dark bar, she smelled of gunsmoke and cigars and the street dirt outside, carrying herself with the easy and certain confidence of one who is used to being obeyed. Despite her business suit and seemingly impractical high heeled shoes, Balalaika strode in like a soldier, seating herself at the bar.
Her scars seemed deterrent enough to anyone, as low-cut as her shirt and blazer were. She did not waste time with bullshit light drinks, instead, ordering a vodka almost sarcastically and finding herself surprised the man at the bar knew what she was talking about, but she drank slowly, nursing her drink feeling like she had all the time in the world. And hey, in a sense, she did.
singlehandedly2012-09-10 10:39 pmTESTPOST for cwp.
[Most days were so sunny and hot here, it was hard not to mistake it for home half the time. But then he remembered. Recalled this wasn't Syria, there was no Masyaf here. No business of the Order that needed his attention in some way or another. He stepped outside, and he could understand the people, even the stranger creatures of the Country, despite knowing none of them spoke Arabic. And he left his house, hoping and nearly praying not to meet Altair today, trying not to think of the man and how much difference a few months worth of time could make.
Upon his arrival, he'd spent so much time in the library, he finally caved and started to work there, too. A good excuse to stay in the cool and the shade, studying and learning more by the day. When there were no books or scrolls to be put away, he sat behind his desk reading, easy enough to approach for anyone who needed to find something specific.
People stared less here, seeing his pinned up left sleeve that spoke clearly enough of the lack of his arm. But even when they did, he didn't much care.]
Upon his arrival, he'd spent so much time in the library, he finally caved and started to work there, too. A good excuse to stay in the cool and the shade, studying and learning more by the day. When there were no books or scrolls to be put away, he sat behind his desk reading, easy enough to approach for anyone who needed to find something specific.
People stared less here, seeing his pinned up left sleeve that spoke clearly enough of the lack of his arm. But even when they did, he didn't much care.]
yudontkneel2012-07-31 12:42 pmEntry tags:
Rewind, before we change.
Midgardians always have been so very careless. Not one bothered to notice the creature that moved between them. Dark and rather powerful. Loki had been chasing it out of curiosity. What would bring such an being to a worthless realm like Midgard?
He sauntered through the darkening park, passing humans with their dogs, noisy teenagers and their hideous melodies. Of course he had concealed himself, everything to escape Heimdall's all-seeing eyes.
The shadow seemed to move faster, intent on finding something, or someone.
He sauntered through the darkening park, passing humans with their dogs, noisy teenagers and their hideous melodies. Of course he had concealed himself, everything to escape Heimdall's all-seeing eyes.
The shadow seemed to move faster, intent on finding something, or someone.
doesntmiss2012-06-20 03:04 pmEntry tags:
We got magic, good and bad...
who? Clint Barton; Ana Adams
when? Well before the Avengers assemble
what? a first encounter.
Finally, a break. Only two days between assignments, but hey, it was better than nothing, so Clint had settled in a small, moderately crappy hotel that wasn't too far off from the swing of things, appearing for all intents and purposes like your average backpacking traveller. His clothes matched that with how well-worn they were, and when he went out the next morning he carried nothing but his wallet and his shades.
The last few days had been decidedly too much hiding and too much killing people and Clint decided he needed distraction, but he was up too early, tension lingering in his muscles still. At least it was a nice morning, slightly chilly, prefacing a perhaps sunny, definitely warm day. So he strolled through the streets, finally lending a hand to the vendors at the farmer's market as he set up shop. Small talk. Normal people. Little things to root him in a world that wasn't full of secrets.
An hour later he'd bought a pound of cherries and had scaled a smaller building, setting up camp on top to eat. In his defense, at least he wasn't spitting cherry pits at passerbys. Just watching.
when? Well before the Avengers assemble
what? a first encounter.
Finally, a break. Only two days between assignments, but hey, it was better than nothing, so Clint had settled in a small, moderately crappy hotel that wasn't too far off from the swing of things, appearing for all intents and purposes like your average backpacking traveller. His clothes matched that with how well-worn they were, and when he went out the next morning he carried nothing but his wallet and his shades.
The last few days had been decidedly too much hiding and too much killing people and Clint decided he needed distraction, but he was up too early, tension lingering in his muscles still. At least it was a nice morning, slightly chilly, prefacing a perhaps sunny, definitely warm day. So he strolled through the streets, finally lending a hand to the vendors at the farmer's market as he set up shop. Small talk. Normal people. Little things to root him in a world that wasn't full of secrets.
An hour later he'd bought a pound of cherries and had scaled a smaller building, setting up camp on top to eat. In his defense, at least he wasn't spitting cherry pits at passerbys. Just watching.
undeadgirlwalking2012-06-14 03:08 amEntry tags:
I was looking for a breath of life; A little touch of heavenly light
who? Ana Adams, Loki Laufeyson
when? Post Loki getting his butt thoroughly kicked
what? Ana shows him how she heals and perhaps gives him a lesson in compassion.
It'd been a quiet week. Business was it's usual self, the magical world was calm and Loki seemed to be taking a brief leave from her. That suited her fine. She needed the space especially since things with Luke were so rocky. They'd fought long and hard about matters and believe it or not, few of them concerned Loki.
So they took a break from each other, retreating to either side of the city to think. She remained in her shop, built up the stock in her pantry, bought some new tea and took some time out from the world. She tended to her writing, to her self, her dancing and her martial arts and soon started to feel better. More human and less.... Otherly.
It was good.
Ana was closing shop, shooing out the last customer when she felt a prickle of tell tale power. Loki. She knew it was too good to last
when? Post Loki getting his butt thoroughly kicked
what? Ana shows him how she heals and perhaps gives him a lesson in compassion.
It'd been a quiet week. Business was it's usual self, the magical world was calm and Loki seemed to be taking a brief leave from her. That suited her fine. She needed the space especially since things with Luke were so rocky. They'd fought long and hard about matters and believe it or not, few of them concerned Loki.
So they took a break from each other, retreating to either side of the city to think. She remained in her shop, built up the stock in her pantry, bought some new tea and took some time out from the world. She tended to her writing, to her self, her dancing and her martial arts and soon started to feel better. More human and less.... Otherly.
It was good.
Ana was closing shop, shooing out the last customer when she felt a prickle of tell tale power. Loki. She knew it was too good to last
yudontkneel2012-06-12 06:50 pmEntry tags:
Sign away our peace for your war.
who? Ana Adams, her friend Luke McCoy & Loki Laufeyson
when? On a windy day, in a warehouse.
what? A clash of forces
Ana Adams hadn't been home that day. Loki had tried to pay a visit but he found the door locked. It was not that spending time with the young maiden was his number one priority, still the importance to have access to her abilities made him keep an eye on her. He did that through birds, through critters, even through regular mortals. Not all the time, of course. Especially now he had been standing in front of a closed door.
With a soft sigh he turned around again, tilting his head slightly as he closed his eyes. Ana had never been hard to find, traces of her aura were always around...
The god of mischief laced his fingers together and whispered a soft spell. His tall statue seemed to shrink a bit, his dark hair growing out, forming long curls. His face changed into something more feminine, also a bit older, wiser even. The suit he wore made place for black jeans and a tight, green top.
"Found you," he hummed, voice more of a purr than anything else. And in a flash Loki disappeared.
when? On a windy day, in a warehouse.
what? A clash of forces
Ana Adams hadn't been home that day. Loki had tried to pay a visit but he found the door locked. It was not that spending time with the young maiden was his number one priority, still the importance to have access to her abilities made him keep an eye on her. He did that through birds, through critters, even through regular mortals. Not all the time, of course. Especially now he had been standing in front of a closed door.
With a soft sigh he turned around again, tilting his head slightly as he closed his eyes. Ana had never been hard to find, traces of her aura were always around...
The god of mischief laced his fingers together and whispered a soft spell. His tall statue seemed to shrink a bit, his dark hair growing out, forming long curls. His face changed into something more feminine, also a bit older, wiser even. The suit he wore made place for black jeans and a tight, green top.
"Found you," he hummed, voice more of a purr than anything else. And in a flash Loki disappeared.
yudontkneel2012-06-10 08:20 pmEntry tags:
Of kids and illness [Loki & Sigyn AU]
who? Loki & Sigyn
when? After a day of hard work
what? Kids get sick and need some parental care~
Loki wasn't very fond of kids that weren't his own. Even though he wasn't the type of father that spend a large amount of time with his children, he did care for them. A lot, actually. He worked full time as a teacher on an university and when he was done he mostly picked up his wife and their kids at a nearby kindergarten.
This day wasn't different and he found himself in a fairly good mood when he put his briefcase on the passengerseat and started the car. He tried not to think about how tedious this day had been and how his students were incapable of anything good. Today it actually came to the point where he just walked out of his class and left them sitting there.
He gripped the wheel of his car tighter, sincerely hoping that Sigyn had a better day.
when? After a day of hard work
what? Kids get sick and need some parental care~
Loki wasn't very fond of kids that weren't his own. Even though he wasn't the type of father that spend a large amount of time with his children, he did care for them. A lot, actually. He worked full time as a teacher on an university and when he was done he mostly picked up his wife and their kids at a nearby kindergarten.
This day wasn't different and he found himself in a fairly good mood when he put his briefcase on the passengerseat and started the car. He tried not to think about how tedious this day had been and how his students were incapable of anything good. Today it actually came to the point where he just walked out of his class and left them sitting there.
He gripped the wheel of his car tighter, sincerely hoping that Sigyn had a better day.
yudontkneel2012-05-27 03:14 pmEntry tags:
You know my name
who? Ana Adams & Loki Laufeyson
when? After his failed plan to rule Asgard, before the Chitauri. Travelling through realms, scheming like there's no tomorrow.
what? Snooping around in a bookstore
There weren't many things about the Midgardian dwellings that made Loki actually stop his tracks and turn his head. But the sight of that tiny bookshop, overshadowed by an overpopulated mall, was one that promised something. Knowledge, secrets, at least something that pique'd his interest. Maybe something that could come in handy when it would come to taking back what was rightfully his.
Loki simply shifted through the mortals around him, his image flickering from time to time until he made it to the front door. The corners of his mouth curled up into a small grin when he concluded that he definitely had been right about the place. It held a certain aura all the other shops definitely lacked (in every sense of the word). Maybe it could be something that would be able to work in his advantage, whatever was responsible for this atmosphere.
His long fingers curled around the doorknob before he pushed the door open, a little bell greeting him as he entered the bookstore. There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes when he looked around, scanning the place for that one thing that could be the reason for his visit in the first place.
Books everywhere, old ones showed in glass cabinets, others placed on shelves. With a soft thud the door closed behind him as he took a couple of steps further into the shop, eyes focusing as he started to read the titles written on the backs of some books.
when? After his failed plan to rule Asgard, before the Chitauri. Travelling through realms, scheming like there's no tomorrow.
what? Snooping around in a bookstore
There weren't many things about the Midgardian dwellings that made Loki actually stop his tracks and turn his head. But the sight of that tiny bookshop, overshadowed by an overpopulated mall, was one that promised something. Knowledge, secrets, at least something that pique'd his interest. Maybe something that could come in handy when it would come to taking back what was rightfully his.
Loki simply shifted through the mortals around him, his image flickering from time to time until he made it to the front door. The corners of his mouth curled up into a small grin when he concluded that he definitely had been right about the place. It held a certain aura all the other shops definitely lacked (in every sense of the word). Maybe it could be something that would be able to work in his advantage, whatever was responsible for this atmosphere.
His long fingers curled around the doorknob before he pushed the door open, a little bell greeting him as he entered the bookstore. There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes when he looked around, scanning the place for that one thing that could be the reason for his visit in the first place.
Books everywhere, old ones showed in glass cabinets, others placed on shelves. With a soft thud the door closed behind him as he took a couple of steps further into the shop, eyes focusing as he started to read the titles written on the backs of some books.
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entrancewaydoesntmiss2012-05-17 08:35 pmEntry tags:
wings spread.
who? Clint Barton, Loki Laufeyson
when? A few months after the Chitauri invasion.
what? An encounter Clint could've done without.
( How many lies did you tell this time, how many times did you cross the line? )
when? A few months after the Chitauri invasion.
what? An encounter Clint could've done without.
( How many lies did you tell this time, how many times did you cross the line? )
custardfishsticks2012-04-25 08:53 pmEntry tags:
We faded faster than the speed of light
who? The 11th Doctor, the Master
where? Gallifrey, nowhere, nowhen.
what? just an encounter, as 'just' as that ever is between them.
warnings? n/a
( Took our chance, crashed and burned; no we'll never ever learn. )
where? Gallifrey, nowhere, nowhen.
what? just an encounter, as 'just' as that ever is between them.
warnings? n/a
( Took our chance, crashed and burned; no we'll never ever learn. )