thursday pic prompt

[basslines]

the picture prompt meme

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.

link to an image: <a href="IMAGEURL">TEXT</a>

embed an image in your reply: <img src="IMAGEURL">

control width and height: <img src="IMAGEURL" width="INSERT"> OR <img src="IMAGEURL" height="INSERT">

Comments

Re: Kurt and Charles

[templeistelepathybutton]

[FFXIV's story is *incredible*. I love it dearly. And in return sorry I've been slow - I won't lie. I've been completely addicted to playing FFXV this weekend. XD Plus a meeting for the LARP I run but mostly a lot of finishing the game.]

This was something he knew something about, thanks to his sister. She had described the situation she'd found Kurt in, something that she alone would experience the rage he had felt at hearing what people were doing to mutants, how they could do it to someone as sweet as Kurt. Here, he worked to keep it under control, knowing it would only get worse when he witnessed things through Kurt's own eyes. He nodded slightly, keeping his voice level as he spoke. "Then we need to go there next." He focused inwardly into Kurt's mind before gesturing slightly towards the door they had not entered through.

"Take us there." It was a careful process, tenderly working out those memories not from the memories themselves but deeper in the unconsciousness where dreams lived. Healing one through the other. "I am right beside you." And the look he gave said he wouldn't leave it.

Re: Kurt and Charles

[shadowblends]

[one of these days, i'll have to play through some of the newer final fantasies. i've been told they're pretty good!! :> oh, that's totally fine. i know how addicting those video games can be fffff my roomie put a hold on our larp since everybody has been busy from november to march. we'll probably start back up in april? maybe may?]

He wasn't fond of the memory, but he'd do his best to control his emotions on the matter. If anything, Kurt could imagine the fight club burning to the ground, much like he'd done for a rather long time his first month or two in the school. It's not exceedingly Catholic of him to do that, but who wouldn't be happy to hear about the building being destroyed, aside from the humans that came to watch? He locked his gaze on the door Charles motioned toward, huffing what he's hoping was a reassuring breath.

"Okay," muttered the younger mutant, his hand relifting to firmly clasp Charles' arm - mostly for his own comfort. Then, with his heart-rate at a somewhat normal pace, he began to head for the end of the room opposite of the one they'd entered into.