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you'll like the way we meme ([personal profile] memeswearhouse) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2012-09-09 11:01 am

INSOMNIA MEME ASSEMBLE.


the i n s o m n i a meme


It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?


i n s t r u c t i o n s

• Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject).
• Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 10.
• Have fun!


o p t i o n s

01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.


breaking4thwall: (Default)

Fran | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

[personal profile] breaking4thwall 2012-09-09 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
sleepygunsman: (pic#4124285)

5 NO SLEEP

[personal profile] sleepygunsman 2012-09-12 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Normally sleeping is a breeze but his bed sucks. You're his mentor, so he assumes he can use your bed. So enjoy waking up to Lace. ]
breaking4thwall: (ah beadeyes)

I'm sorry for the time it's taken to respond, things've been going on all week

[personal profile] breaking4thwall 2012-09-19 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not that he mind, but he is a little surprised, no normal person (and most not normal people) would rather kill themselves than sleep in Fran's bed. So when he wakes up, he is a little puzzled, but after a while, he pats Lace on the head. ]
sleepygunsman: (Default)

That's fine~ totally understandable

[personal profile] sleepygunsman 2012-09-19 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lace nuzzled into him, enjoying the pat he got. He was at this point half asleep, golden eyes opened to look at him. Blinking lazily.]

.......What time is it?
breaking4thwall: (ah beadeyes)

[personal profile] breaking4thwall 2012-09-26 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fran peeks at the clock, time not really registerring; only parts of it. ]

Middle of the niiight...
sleepygunsman: (pic#4124281)

[personal profile] sleepygunsman 2012-09-26 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I knoooow that....

[Lace lightly patted Fran's head, still not tired enough to fall asleep.]

I thought sleeping with you would make me sleepy....

[Disappointment. ]
breaking4thwall: (hmmm...)

[personal profile] breaking4thwall 2012-10-12 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe if you try a little longeeer?

[ Rolling over and putting an arm around Lace. ]
sleepygunsman: (Default)

[personal profile] sleepygunsman 2012-10-12 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
How much longer?

[He didn't mind it when Fran put his arm around him, choosing to scoot a bit closer assuming that his mentor wanted him to be closer. ]
Edited 2012-10-12 15:10 (UTC)
breaking4thwall: (Default)

[personal profile] breaking4thwall 2012-10-14 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Some longer. It probably depends, right.

[ He pets Lace's hair. ]
sleepygunsman: (pic#4124285)

;v; Fran you're so nice!

[personal profile] sleepygunsman 2012-10-14 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nuzzled into him, purring as Fran stroked his hair. ]

Are you sleepy? I can stop....
breaking4thwall: (~♪)

he's trying to be the opposite type of senpai from Bel

[personal profile] breaking4thwall 2012-10-14 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hmmm? ]

Not really? Me think it's cuute. [ The purring. And the nuzzling. ]
sleepygunsman: (Default)

Fran has succeeded. All of Lace's loyalty and obedience. Take it Fran.

[personal profile] sleepygunsman 2012-10-14 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Senpai is kind....[You get all his affection. All of it. ]
breaking4thwall: (~♪)

He'll happily take it~

[personal profile] breaking4thwall 2012-10-14 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that so? [ Now that's something he's not used to being called. He don't dislike it, though. ] That's a nice kid. [ Pat pat. ]
sleepygunsman: (pic#4124388)

Ffff Fran and Lace bros for life.

[personal profile] sleepygunsman 2012-10-14 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Mhm, Squalo kicked me when I tried sleeping with him...His robot hand kinda hurts....
breaking4thwall: (sigh)

that's a pretty cute thought~

[personal profile] breaking4thwall 2012-10-14 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
That's because That Idiot Long-Hair is evil.
sleepygunsman: (pic#4124388)

it is~ Fran should never leave c:

[personal profile] sleepygunsman 2012-10-14 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Mhm, he also yells too much.
breaking4thwall: (Default)

never ever ever~

[personal profile] breaking4thwall 2012-10-17 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe we should stuff his mouth with a sock and tape his mouth.
sleepygunsman: (Default)

All the love for him~

[personal profile] sleepygunsman 2012-10-17 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a plan, Senpai.....

Ryoji Mochizuki | Persona 3 Portable | OTA

[personal profile] novemberlover 2012-09-09 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Knock, knock. Have one Ryoji, dressed in an odd combination of pyjamas and his yellow scarf, standing outside your door and waiting with mingled impatience and sheepishness. He wouldn't normally do this, but three days of no sleep...it's starting to take its toll.]
artsy: (listen ☮ pillow time)

angela montenegro ☮ bones

[personal profile] artsy 2012-09-09 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
megamind: (Incredulous)

Megamind | Megamind

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-09 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
wiredfriendlyfire: (OMG EVERYTHING IS WONDERFUL)

9 --- this is so cracky it just might work.

[personal profile] wiredfriendlyfire 2012-09-09 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
((ooc: Should we hand-wave some sort of context for their meeting/interaction, or just say that they've been bros for a while?))
megamind: (Default)

Re: 9 --- this is so cracky it just might work.

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-09 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[I'm good either way!]
wiredfriendlyfire: (Can I keep it?)

[personal profile] wiredfriendlyfire 2012-09-09 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
((cracky alien bros it is then!))

Hey, Megs. Meggy. Meeeeegs.

[There's something distinctly off-putting about a giant alien robot whining like a child, but Misfire doesn't seem to notice or care. He's bored and for reasons that only make sense to him, his boredom is entirely Megamind's problem, not his. So, instead of going off to entertain himself like a normal, responsible person, he's keeping his small blue companion awake in the middle of the night, just so he doesn't have to suffer alone.]
megamind: (Frustrated)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-09 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
God don't call me that. Megamind! Three syllables! Your processor can handle that!

[ God he hates nicknames. ]

What in the name of all that's evil do you want at this hour?
wiredfriendlyfire: (I'm so agreeable!)

[personal profile] wiredfriendlyfire 2012-09-09 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooooh, looks like someone's a little cranky today.

[He's not the slightest bit sorry.]

Is it so wrong for a mech to wanna spend a little quality time with his squishy-organic friend? Is that a crime here? If so, it's hardly the worst thing I've ever done---that would be the grenade-rifle incident---so don't get your tiny leather-pants in a twist.
megamind: (Facepalm)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-09 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I am usually cranky when awoken for no Godly reason in the middle of the night before a huge scheme! [ Yes, he's lecturing a giant robot. Totally. He doens't care. ] Can't you spend time with me at a decent, sane hour?
wiredfriendlyfire: (Can I keep it?)

[personal profile] wiredfriendlyfire 2012-09-09 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I could, I mean, it's a physical possibility. I just don't want to wait that long.

[Seriously. Organic creatures sleep way. too. much.]

Besides, why wait when we can start right now? It's not like there's a set time you've gotta pull this off at or anything, is there?

[Yeah, he didn't really pay attention when the plan was being explained.]
megamind: (Jammies)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ He is standing there in his jammies looking so cross, Misfire. ]

No. Just-- no. I'm not explaining why we can't. Nobody will care! Nobody will see it! That's why! Okay, no. We're not starting now.

Now I need coffee.
wiredfriendlyfire: (Whazzat?)

[personal profile] wiredfriendlyfire 2012-09-10 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[He's completely used to that look. It has no effect on him anymore.]

Yeah, I'm pretty sure people will care about massive property damage or an obscenely large amount of stolen goods whether they see it happen or not. But then, what do I know? I've only been arround longer than this entire species has existed.

[He doesn't seem to realize that age doesn't necessarily equal wisdom. Or any measure of intelligence, really.]

---What's coffee?

[Case in point.]
megamind: (Jammies)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Advanced fuel for humanoids. Does nothing for you robots.

[ He shuffles off deeper into the lair to get a pot on, okay. Misfire just doesn't understand timing. ]
wiredfriendlyfire: (I'm so agreeable!)

[personal profile] wiredfriendlyfire 2012-09-10 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
Oh really. How do you know? I think we should test this theory.

[No. No no no. No. Megamind, do NOT let the giant alien robot with Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder have caffeine. It will not end well.]
megamind: (Facepalm)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Because you lack the necessary organic organs. Now stop asking.

[ Even Megamind isn't evil enough to unleash Misfire on a coffee binge. ]
wiredfriendlyfire: (What's up loser?)

[personal profile] wiredfriendlyfire 2012-09-11 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, I got a fuel-pump, don't I? Isn't that enough?

[Now he's just being a pest.]

Besides, what sort of 'advanced fuel' can only be used by one species? Seems kinda limiting to me.

[He's used to Energon, okay. He's sort of a stuck-up fuel-elitist.]
megamind: (Facepalm)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-11 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Not enough. And we've been over this. IT's the same reason why humanoids can't consume energon, you twit.
wiredfriendlyfire: (I have an idea)

[personal profile] wiredfriendlyfire 2012-09-11 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Hey hey hey, there's no need for name-calling, squishy.

[Said pot to kettle. He's just gonna poke you in the side now, just because he can.]

We're I one of the more bad-tempered Cons--which you're lucky I'm not--you'd be a thick blue paste splattered across my foot by now.

[It's not a threat, honestly. It's just a morbid observation from someone who's been pretty desensitized to all manner of violence and atrocity.]
megamind: (Arrogant)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-11 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Which is why you're not beset by my many awesome weapons when you drop by, idiot. [ Please he's not afraid of robots he builds them as a hobby. ]
wiredfriendlyfire: (I'm so agreeable!)

[personal profile] wiredfriendlyfire 2012-09-11 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Pfff. You're weapons aren't that great.

[He's lying through his teeth.]

Especially not when compared to Cybertronian technology.

[Yep. He's totally gloating. He even spreads his arms and gestures to himself to illustrate his point.]

It's no contest. Just look at this fine craftsmanship.
megamind: (All According To Plan)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-11 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
They're not great. They're fantastic.

[ He cares not for your stupid cybertronianness. ]
wiredfriendlyfire: (I have an idea)

[personal profile] wiredfriendlyfire 2012-09-12 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, maybe by Earth-standards.

[Two can play the unimpressed-game.]

All your weapons are practically toys compared to Decepticon tech.

complicatedliar: (sideways glance)

Let's get this train wreck going! :D

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-09 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sad fact is that Loki doesn't really have anywhere else to go right now. There are a multitude of reasons that a permanent living situation doesn't work for him; while he's technically got an apartment now, it's really just more a large closet where he keeps the books he doesn't feel like carrying with him at all time.

That, he tells himself, is why he's ended up back at Megamind's place. He's reasonably comfortable there. Where else would he go? But after wandering for hours upon hours in the rain, it's more like the steady pull of gravity than any conscious decision.

...but he's here now. And quite wet.]
megamind: (Bored)

it's the wreck of the old 97, so you better put some johnny cash on for this angst.

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-09 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Megamind went home, gave Minion and the brainbots groceries, put some Johnny Cash on and went to his desk among the idea cloud full of notes and pictures and drawings. ]

[ But the record played through and he took the needle off it and settles back at his drafting table, in his big tall backed chair and just-- listened to it rain for a while. So nice, he left the office and went up into the fake observatory he'd been working on for a potential plot, opened up it's shutters, and let the rain pour in. ]

[ He sat back in the hostage's seat, just beyond where the rain would reach and got his brooding on, looking at the faint outline of the real observatory from where he sat. The lift will let him know if anyone comes up -- since it's noisy and the only way up there -- and allow himself to prepare himself for nosy gods or curious Minions. ]
complicatedliar: (stare)

It's okay, kids. We're professionsals.

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-09 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's one of the problems when you're friends with the God of Dickbags. He doesn't do normal things like use the lift unless he's in the mood for it. And Loki is most assuredly not in the mood. He enters by the simple expedient of walking through the doorway, which for just a moment appears to be connected to another doorway in another, equally rainy city, and pauses.

Well, this is awkward.

It seems, he decides, best to pretend nothing at all is amiss. Certainly, he goes for walks in the rain on a whim all the time. All the bloody time.

After a momentary pause at the presence of Megamind, he shrugs off his coat and sets off in search of a (preferably distant) chair to drape it over, quietly leaving a trail of wet boot prints in his wake.]
megamind: (She Needs Me)

professional villainous dickbags

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Welp. ]

[ Megamind doesn't argue over the whole teleporting in soaking wet, nor does he get fussy about him being in the big, villain chair while Megamind sits and watches the rain pour in proper, villain brooding fashion. No, he just lets Loki settle in. ]


Minion made vegetarian enchiladas. And a Ceasar salad to go with. [ Oh the woe of having a vegetarian best pal. No meat in the house. ] They're warming in the oven right now.
complicatedliar: (the devil's horns)

Re: professional villainous dickbags

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
That was very nice of Minion.

[Minion is a very good cook, and Loki can appreciate that to the extent that he appreciates food at all. Which is... problematic. But he does stir himself to try on occasion. Though right now, that seems like too much effort.

He considers and then stands, walking over to where Megamind sits. No one has a right to be that quiet while soaking wet, really. He pauses there, considering the rainy view and the possibilities of even more brooding, this time while not be actively rained upon.]


I don't find myself all that hungry at this moment.
megamind: (Awkward)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Suit yourself.

[ He should eat something. Maybe. Later. ]

[ He reaches over, and gets the control for the shutters on the observatory, and shuts them. ]


XBox?

[ Listen he is the worst at this so you're just going to have to deal with him being the worst friend ever, because he has no idea what to do, what's wrong, or even if he should care. Villain rulebooks do not include friends. ]
complicatedliar: (the eyebrows just look at them)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not as if Loki is any sort of expert on having friends either, at least not real friends. You know, instead of people who claim they like you but really wish that pretty much everything about you was completely different.

Loki is not a fan of the Xbox. He has no idea why Megamind likes it so much, since wouldn't time be better spent reading? But it's one of those things he puts up with because somehow even playing Xbox is sometimes preferable to retreating back to his apartment and being alone with his books.

He nods slowly.]


All right.

[He rests his hand on Megamind's shoulder for a moment. Loki isn't normally the touchy-feely sort, but he's still feeling a bit off balance and it seems like a good idea at the time. Like that's a way to steady himself.]

I probably ought to put on dry clothes first, I suppose.
megamind: (Eh-heh)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Or magic them dry. Or whatever it is that you do.

[ Megamind likes the Xbox because it is mindless entertainment. He can shut down, enjoy a game of skill, and not think. He figures as clever as Loki is, he probably wants time away from his too-smart brain like Megamind does. To refresh. ]

[ So he heads downstairs via the lift, with Loki in tow, gets a bag of chips and a couple of soaks, takes off his mantle and passes it to a brainbot and sets himself up on the couch. ]

complicatedliar: (it creeps)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Loki follows along, feeling strangely bemused. He takes a moment when Megamind's back is turned to change his clothes, using a spot of magic. Though he's immediately forced to wonder if he should have taken a warm bath first, since he still feels strangely damp. And, the longer he's inside, cold.

He drops onto the couch next to Megamind and stretches his legs out. After a moment he stands back up and pokes his head into the kitchen to ask Minion for a cup of coffee. A comically large one.

He cradles the steaming cup in his hands and sits again.]


You know, I can't think of a logical reason why I would feel the cold like this.

What will the game of videos be this eve?

[He's new to this videogame thing. So sue him.]
megamind: (You Knew Him Best)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Dead Island. Zombies are okay to hurt because they're already dead. [ Megamind has a collection of zombie games for just this reasons. They're not aliens or people, so they're okay to shoot and defeat. ]

[ Yes, his morals are weird. ]


So-- cold? Like, chilly? Need a blanket? I do keep the lair a bit at the cold-and-dank end of the spectrum. I like it when it's cooler than most humans keep things.

[ Here's your controller, bro. ]
complicatedliar: (the eyebrows just look at them)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
...right.

[Loki is still trying to figure out the logic of Megamind's stance on the killing thing. As far as Loki's concerned, his way is much simpler. People he likes get to live. Everyone else just had to hope they were useful.

Though on sober reflection, he can guess why Megamind might feel a little touchy about killing aliens, even in a game.]

You could see if there's a game where the goal is to slaughter Jotun.

[That seems reasonable to him.]

Yes... a blanket would be nice.

Normally I don't mind the temperature. It's probably just because I was outside for so long.

[He takes the controller and balances it on one knee in favor of continuing to cradle the coffee cup.]

Personally shooting zombies or what have you seems such a messy way of getting things accomplished.
megamind: (Side Glance)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think there are a lot of games about Asgard.

[ For the best, ultimately, but oh well. Norse mythology just isn't as popular as Greek for war-god games. ]

[ For now he signals a brainbot to bring them a blanket, and then settles in with his soda, loading up Dead Island. ]


Eh, it's a game. It's not supposed to make logical sense. It's supposed to entertain.
complicatedliar: (sideways glance)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose not. But I think that's for the best. I should hate to see myself as some sort of... whatever those are.

[He waves a hand vaguely at the screen.

The blanket, he takes and wraps around himself, snuggling down into it with a quiet sigh.

After a moment of staring at the load screen, he speaks.]


I still think we should do it some time. Go dancing, I mean. Though not at some utter idiot's wedding.
megamind: (Eh-heh)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Zombies. Undead. THey're people who aren't people anymore.

[ But what's this? He glances to the side, before he says: ]

I don't really -- go out in public. You can blend... Me? Not so much.

[ Megamind can't. There the disguise watch, but face it: he's not sure he'd even know what to do at a --dance club or bar or any of that. ]

complicatedliar: (smirk)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think most people are actually people.

[Welcome to Loki world, Megamind. Sorry.]

That can be easily fixed. I'm quite good at illusions, you know.

[He chuckles dryly.]

Mortals readily believe I'm one of them because they'd rather not think of the alternative.
megamind: (Suspicious)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Well, you're not human anymore than I am. I don't know why you would. But I was raised with them, so... [ He can't... help it, really. ]

I am too. I just don't -- like it. I mean, my fantasticness clearly shows through and I never maintain a disguise very long. [ ...or, in short, he bungles it as he goes. ]

[ He shifts and squirms a little, not sure of what to say there beyond that, and instead passes over a controller. ]


What, that you're secretly a God? Most of them don't even acknowledge Gods anymore, I don't think. They're stopped caring about that sort of thing, mostly.
complicatedliar: (the eyebrow is raised)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
I was raised with the Aesir. I'd drown the ghastly lot of them in a bucket if I could.

[Well... not all of them. He'd keep Frigga and Sif, and... no, not worth thinking about this. Loki frowns briefly and decides he'd rather just change the subject.

He raises an eyebrow.]


Well yes. And in what way does that prevent you from dancing? Let the fools stare. They're beneath us.

[Okay, and he kind of likes the squirming. It's... cute.]

As far as I've observed, all they care about any more is fornicating... well to be accurate, speaking crudely of fornicating and never managing to actually do it. With someone else. Oh, and something called 'tumblr.' I think they were better off before.
Edited 2012-09-10 06:24 (UTC)
megamind: (Awkward)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know anything about those things [ and didn't even recognize the F word dropped, sorry ] so they're ultimately unimportant, right?

And I am a great dancer and I am totally okay wit being a spectacle but I am really not interested in not being feared. I mean if I go out and dance they'll think I'm one of the petty masses!

[ He's missing the point entirely, okay. Entirely. ]

Come on and pay attention, or I'll end up shooting all the zombies.
complicatedliar: (facepalm)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stare. Oh no. You are not distracting him with computer generated zombies. He wasn't interested in those to begin with.]

You don't... know...

[This... oh his brain hurts. Maybe it's a headache from all the cold and having been up for so long and walking or something.

...no. Pretty sure it's a Megamind-induced headache.

Loki rubs gently rubs his temples with his fingers.]


My dear Megamind, you're not a virgin, correct?

[Really, he should have just offered a dictionary. But Loki is, by his nature, perverse. And he can't leave something like this delicately alone. He just can't.]

And if they fear you properly, they can just as easily fear you properly while knowing you're an excellent dancer.

Though truly, if you simply do not wish to do so, or do not wish to do so with me you ought to just say it. This conversation is making my head hurt.
megamind: (OMG)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Evertything about dancing and fear and the masses just went out the window. Megamind is too busy staring, aghast, at Loki. He has invoked the "v" word and all Megamind can think is how does he know!?! ]

[ He warbles nervously in his throat, clutching his controller to his narrow chest as he seems to just fold up on himself. He is wishing he'd never taken off his mantle, but it doesn't matter now. Megamind is making himself as small a target as possible, expecting ribbing and bullying because he knows there is a sort of shame attached to his lack of carnal knowledge. A byblow result of years of being bullied. ]


What - what sort of question is that!?!
complicatedliar: (sideways glance)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well. That sure is a reaction.

For a moment, there's the temptation to tease in a good-natured way, since they are friends after all, but... Loki is a little overly familiar with that sort of body language. He spent a lot of time in his younger years being bullied until he'd fully cultivated his malicious and made himself too difficult of a target.

Suddenly, he feels vaguely guilty, of all things.

Loki shrugs casually, his expression somewhere between neutral and faintly curious.]


A sensible one, I should say.

[Well. This certainly does explain a few things, on sober reflection.]

It isn't as if it's some sort of disease. More of a... ground state?

[He offers this in the hopes it'll make Megamind feel a bit better.]
megamind: (Anticipation)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't see how it's sensible. It doesn't relate to villainy, zombie shooting, or dancing. It's -- [ personal and nobody asks him personal questions, not even Minion. He may as well not be a person. He's a persona. And nobody cares about a persona's private business because they don't have any. ]

[ He sniffles in discomfort, uncurling a little, though he continues to give Loki looks from the corner of his eye. ]


Yes, which is supposed to be disposed of as soon as possible. But you know, villainy is so busy, and one doesn't have time to manage to do all these fantastic things... and find time for ruhmance.

I'm way too busy to mess with any of that.

[ And the undercurrent is there: nobody would want me anyway and I try not to set myself up for total, abject failure that I can learn nothing from but how much rejection sucks. ]
complicatedliar: (sideways glance)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Be that as it may, since we are friends I had heard there's some sort of caveat about being able to speak on nearly anything. If that's to be believed.

[Not that Loki is an expert in the whole having friends business. But he's giving it a shot in his own way.

He shrugs.]


Macho twaddle. I never had much care for that. Particularly the complete illogic of the position that men are supposed to rid themselves of it instantly while women are not.

[Asgard wasn't quite so bad as the mortals about that, a thing that never ceases to surprise him.]

I fail to see how romance has anything at all to do with sex.

[He sips his coffee, which he'd almost forgotten.]

But I've yet to be convinced that romance as a thing actually exists, either.
megamind: (Why are you not impressed?)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
We are also villains. How do I know that you're not trying to find some weakness with which to crush or humiliate me?

[ He has a point. In his own mind, anyway. But he waves a hand, trying desperately to get his attention back on the now-paused zombie game because man he would totally rather shoot zombies than talk about romance at all. ]

Me either.

So let's just say it doesn't and shoot zombies.

[ Shoot the danm zombies, Loki, before Megamind has an aneurism. ]/small>
complicatedliar: (smirk)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh no. This is way, way more interesting than a vieodgame.]

I rather like you. Which means I'm much more interested in keeping you as a friend than crushing or humiliating you.

[Of course, he can't claim that will never happen, but it seems unlikely.]

Of the potential activities in which we could both be involved, I'd much prefer to dance than shoot zombies.

[Another sip of coffee, this time to hide his smile.]
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megamind: (Awkward)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, I don't want to! I don't want to have-- to go hide and fake and... [ This is the crux of the issue, really. He doesn't want to go as a fake person. But he can't go as himself. ]

Doesn't matter. I'll be back in prison before the end of the week if the next plan doesn't go off, anyway. But then I can move on to my ice laser and that's sure to work.

In the mean time, even if you won't, I am going to clense the island of zombies.

[ And curled in a defensive little ball on his corner of the couch, he starts with zombie shooting. ]
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[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Loki sighs. He can sympathize with that to a certain extent.]

Then come along as yourself. I rather like you better that way as it is.

[He shrugs.]

And no, you shan't.

[He is not letting anyone drag his best and only friend off to pathetic mortal jail.

He sighs again.]

I have come to the conclusion that we're both really better off being ourselves.
megamind: (Sulk)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not going out just to get arrested! I'm not the good guy, I'm not normal, don't ask me to pretend. I'm an alien supervillain from beyond the stars and I'm not going to play human!

[ Mostly because it's a disaster. He doesn't play human well. He knows. He tried, as a kid. Not that he'll ever admit that. ]

You are. You're powerful and you look like them and you can do as you please. I have to work with what I've got.
complicatedliar: (facepalm)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course you're not going to get arrested. I'm not about to let a pack of mortals do something so undignified to you.

And I am asking you to do no such thing.

[Loki pinches the bridge of his nose. He has no idea when he so completely lost control of this conversation. He sets the coffee cup aside, just to be safe.]

I should think my lack of interest in you pretending to be anything, mortal or... or elf or dancing bear would be quite plain, since I am here. And quite often at that.
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megamind: (Growl)

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-10 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I said no! [ And with that Megamind tosses down the controller, leaving his player character to be swarmed by zombies and devoured. ]

[ GAME OVER appears in bloody lettering all over the the screen as the small man gets up and hops the couch, apparently stalking off to have an enormous sulk to go with his flounce. ]
complicatedliar: (facepalm)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-10 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Megamind, Loki realizes, stopped actually listening to him more than five minutes ago. While the urge to shout back and have his own villainous flounce is quite powerful, he decides instead to remain silent and let his friend storm off. Trying to do anything at this point seems like a mistake.

After a moment of thought, he goes to let minion know that Megamind has blown up and he has no idea why. The look Minion gives him is quite eloquent, and Loki reserves to not sleep anywhere minion has access to in the near future.

That done, he sighs, takes his coffee back up, and huddles down in the blanket. A moment later, he produces a book from thin air and starts reading. A snap of his fingers shuts off the TV.]
megamind: (The Lair (Quiet))

[personal profile] megamind 2012-09-11 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Megamind, like many humanoids, is afflicted with selective hearings. Minion knows this, but-- he too has his moments of 'hearing what I want to hear' and...well. Loki's left on the couch to suffer. Megamind flounces to his cot in the other end of the lair, to curl up and sulk, Minion makes sure that they've got everything for comfort food pancakes when morning comes, and... ]

[ Well, Loki's over there in the 'den' and is doin' what he's doin'. Megamind lays awake and angry until exhaustion has it's way with him and he sinks into sleep, and the lair remains quiet except for the subsonic hum of several machines. ]
complicatedliar: (Default)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-09-11 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Loki, on the other hand, simply stays up through the night reading. Somewhere along the way he fetches another cup of coffee for himself, and also produces a pad of paper from who knows where. By morning the floor is littered with sheets of paper covered in his spiky handwriting.

On sober reflection, he probably should have just played the silly video game. What a horrid excuse for a night.]
onewrongword: (Hasty)

Severus Snape | HP

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-09 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
riding_crop: (don't forget I'm dangerous)

10- public, because they'd never meet anywhere but outside

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-09 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[The stories Irene used to read when she was small called it 'the very witching hour of night.' She doesn't know quite how fitting those words are this evening, or for that matter, where exactly she's been brought.

For a given definition of 'brought.' Tailing a client wasn't exactly an invitation into this part of town, but in she's slipped nonetheless, and then promptly lost him behind a wall that shimmered like a mirage. She's reasonably sure exhaustion is playing tricks on her mind.

Now, though, alone in a dark alley that she can't quite place in the geographical map she keeps of London in her head, with the moon bright and every shop around her closed, she finds herself at a bit of a loss.

She's a little too self-disciplined to turn quickly at the sound of approaching footsteps.
onewrongword: (Distrust)

oh ho ho...

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-09 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That is a very dangerous client you have, Miss Adler. Severus Snape is a much more watchful wizard, however, and when he realizes there is a woman -- very likely a Muggle -- in this part of town? His steps slow. ]

[ It is not every day that you see a man in more black than a priest with a collar as high, looking like he'd stepped out of some sort of Victorian-influence fantasy novel. Snape's brow arches once, as he folds his hands together and intones, very simply: ]


Have you taken a wrong turn, Miss?

[ This place is riddled with people of... unsavory nature. Death Eater sympathizers, Dark Wizards of various stripes -- none of them potent, but all of them more than willing to prey on what appears to be a weak, lone Muggle woman. Snape just happens to be one of them... or at least, he has made it his business to appear as one, over the years. ]
Edited 2012-09-09 19:22 (UTC)
riding_crop: (let's start with the riding crop)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-09 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't sure that I had.

[She admits, actually not all that rattled by his clothing; Irene is in the kink scene, after all, she routinely sees people wearing period pieces and much stranger. Even if it is a little odd that he should be out and about like this.]

But I'm afraid I may have to succumb to the truth that I am slightly lost. I don't suppose you could point me back in the right direction?

[Only the tiniest flicker in her smile suggests that anyone interfering will get a nasty surprise, including him if he gets any bright ideas.]
onewrongword: (Over Shoulder)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-09 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Snape's clothing all but screams restraint ; buttons from neck to ankle, keeping him closed up, sealed away. But at least the form-fitting coat-- robe, with it's long panels flaring about his legs -- shows tht he could not possibly be hiding a weapon, though there's a slight bulge in a breast pocket, squarish, and another at the hip, also square. Could be a cigarette case; his teeth are yellow enough for it, but his lips are all wrong for a habitual smoker. ]

I could. This is not a place for lone women. [ He gestures, one hand sweeping toward the way he came. ] If you would follow me.

[ He'll have to concoct some story for the Order later. Ah well, it's not like he wants to be in the House of Black, anyway. ]
Edited 2012-09-09 19:50 (UTC)
riding_crop: (drifty car)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-09 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Irene's heels click sharply as she crosses the cobblestones (where is she?) to him, now that she's no longer walking softly or cautiously. Still somehow managing not to put a stiletto through one of the treacherous cracks in the stone.]

I couldn't agree more. Lead the way.

[He's a puzzle, but it's half dark and her adrenaline is up a little. She's no Sherlock Holmes; she only gets to wonder about him, eyes half lidded.]
onewrongword: (Cutting Glance)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-09 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sherlock would have a field day peeling back the layers and the lies. ]

There's a pub not far from here. [ Muggle, not magical, so he knows it will be safe for her-- at least, safe from wizards. The normal human predators will be there as they see fit. ] You can call for a cab from there.

May I ask just what you were doing in this particular alleyway? [ He knows one of the less reputable magical places is beyond the wall that is not there, but he's just wondering which wizard she followed to get here. It could go very poorly for that man should it be known he's lead a muggle to their doorstep. ]

[ Not by Snape's hand-- he's got no dog in that fight-- but another's, certainly. Had it been anyone else, Irene might be a smear and whoever she followed, well, punished for his transgression against the blood. ]
riding_crop: (white dress)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-09 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
You may.

[She grants permission, steel creeping lazily back into her spine. Better. The situation makes a little more sense now, the words on the signs around her are no longer creeping subtly, preventing her eyes from seeing.]

But in an alley like this, would you believe my answer?

[Good women don't stumble into this sort of situation. There were far too many sign posts along the way where Irene should have turned back. They both know it.]
onewrongword: (Locking Gazes)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-09 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He snorts softly, a subtle hint of derision. Yes, steel will do her little in this world she's tripped into. ]

If you do not make the mistake of lying to me.

[ Snape has never had anything but steel; oh, the silky quality of his voice is kinder glove when he chooses, but at the moment, he does not. She has walked far too close to a dragons den, and he is no knight to see her out of it. ]

[ But he will see her out of it. He just won't be gallant about it. ]

riding_crop: (don't forget I'm dangerous)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-09 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not going to lie to you, dear.

[Nor, however, will she answer. He has her attention now, though. Irene has no attachment to the weak or interest in the broken.]

The pub will be open at this hour?
onewrongword: (Shadowed Face)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-09 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

I cannot vouch for the quality of it's clientele or its drink. Merely it's location, and that it possesses a phone.

[ A beat, a pause. She chooses not to answer, lest she lie. Curious. He could wrest the answer from her mind, Obliviate her later-- but that's just so brutish. If he must, he must, but -- for now, he'll see if she can be wheedled. Snape is a man who knows how to get what he wants, one way or the other, and it is only with snotty children that he prefers vinegar over honey. ]

You're not familiar with the area about Spinner's End. This is not a place that sees women of your caliber.

[ And if he thinks hard enough, he can narrow down the wizards that live near by, and eliminate which might lure a Muggle woman out for... any reason, really. What secrets they may need to keep that they'd choose Muggle company for it... hmmm. ]

[ A conundrum for later. Normally he wouldn't care, but this is much too close to his home for his comfort. ]
riding_crop: (whispering secrets)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-09 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[She'll wait till she sees the place before deciding to try for a glass of wine (probably not) or a cup of tea (also, probably not.) She pulls her coat a little tighter about herself to ward off the chill of the night air, and looks over at him again.]

How kind of you to say. You're right, I do find myself quite misplaced. Spinner's End is outside of my usual arena.

[As to her supposed caliber, she just lets herself smile. If he only knew.]

I might ask what brings you here, of course.
onewrongword: (Distrust)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-09 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I know the area. [ A non answer in return for her nonanswer. ]

[ He finds the pub as promised, though. It's a dive. A bit seedy, but it serves Snape's purpose. It is open at this hour, and it has a phone. The man behind the bar shoots him a look, one of recognition; Tobias Snape once frequented this place. He hasn't in some years-- mostly because he was dead. ]

[ The aging bartender knows his son, though, but is smart enough to still his tongue and simply defer when he says, ]
The lady would would like to use the telephone.

[ It's a land line, and the phone is grubby from years of use. It's even a rotary dial. Perhaps it's telling, though, that Snape never once thought of cellphones in all this because he's wizard, alright. Little does he know. ]
riding_crop: (black silk ribbon around the throat)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-09 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you.

[She eyes it with distaste, but she's wearing a good pair of leather gloves, so doesn't hesitate to pick it up and call Kate to bring the car.

No sense bothering with the taxi; she's been a little suspicious of those lately, what with all the serial killing.]


It was very good of you to help me.

[She's more interested in the safe place to wait, the address to direct Kate to.]
onewrongword: (Distrust)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-10 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ He eyes her for a time. She doesn't want to wait here alone; he can't blame her. But-- take her to his home? Well, it is a Muggle house. It's not like she'll see anything that will out him as a wizard. ]

[ Very well then. He gives his address. ]


Your driver can meet you there.

[ Since she spoke to a Kate -- and that is likely not a cabby she knows. ]
riding_crop: (don't forget I'm dangerous)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-10 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Irene's eyebrows lift, and she provides Kate with her new destination. Much more interesting than a cold wait in a grimy pub, breaking the fingers of the local old alcoholics.

New destination given, she hangs up the phone and turns back to him again, looking askance.]


Where have we decided you are taking me?
onewrongword: (In Shadows)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-11 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
I have a flat not far from here. It is arguably more safe then this location. You can wait on the stoop if you do not wish to indulge a stranger's hospitality.

[ Terse and to the point, he glances to the bartender as he puts the phone away, nods once, and then heads out of the bar. The man mutters about that Snape boy despite that the man is obviously closer to forty than thirty; but then, the bartender is probably twice his age and change. ]

[ Snape waits outside, withdrawing a strange watch from a trouser pocket, checking the time, and then pocketing it again. ]

riding_crop: (drifty car)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-11 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
In which case, I had best introduce myself properly. Since I seem to be thrown at the mercy of your generosity.

[She murmurs, as she rejoins him on the step outside, blissfully ignoring the bartender.]

Irene.
onewrongword: (Retreating2)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-11 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Severus.

[ He doesn't ask for surnames and certainly doesn't offer. Instead he simply steps away from the pub's stoop and heads elsewhere. It's not far. (Far enough for Tobias Snape to stagger home drunk as a skunk and hit his wife and son a few times, but who was counting the steps from the bar to the house, back then?) ]

[ It's an old house; they were meant for immigrant workers in the mills, back in the day, and then for the poor locals who worked the mills after the immigrants got wind there were better opportunities elsewhere. Corner unit. Narrow as all hell and with nothing resembling modernity about it. Inside? It will be worse. ]

[ He opens the door without producing a key. It was unlocked - apparently he has no fear of whatever may lurk in this neighborhood... and rest assured, things lurk. ]
riding_crop: (battle dress)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-11 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Irene shifts, feeling the comfortable weight of the weapon at her side, still blissfully unaware of the fact that she's sincerely out of her depth where violence is concerned.

She smiles instead, and consents to step inside. If she's perturbed by the surroundings it doesn't show at all.]


I'm sorry to infringe on your home. My girl is on her way.

[She peels away the shawl once she's inside, and the gloves off her delicate hands, turning a polite smile on him rather than letting herself glance about any longer.]

A pleasure to meet you, Severus.
onewrongword: (Fixed Eyes)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-12 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Even most well trained wizards are completely out of their depth with Severus Snape, so Irene can't feel too bad. ]

[ He does not exchange pleasantries. Instead, he simply says: ]


Things will be easier here, besides. You were tailing someone to a bad part of town. Worse, a wizard part of town. I should like to know who, and why.

And don't dissemble with me. I will know if you lie to me.
riding_crop: (don't forget I'm dangerous)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-12 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
I beg your pardon, wizard?

[Oh look. Irene has accidentally gone home with a lunatic. She takes two quick steps backwards, in case he turns out to be a violent schizophrenic as well as apparently believing in magic.

It's unusual she misreads someone this badly.]


Perhaps I'll wait outside for the car, dear.
onewrongword: (Frustrated)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-12 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ An errant gesture, and the locks throw themselves with no hand to do so. Candles leap to life -- in fact, there seems to be a distinct lack of electric light in the damned place at all beyond one battered lamp, which is apparently there for show. ]

The sign posts swam a bit when you looked at them. A common enough enchantment. To blur the world from Muggle eyes.

Again: You were tailing someone. Who were they, and what were they to you?
riding_crop: (battle dress)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-12 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[She breathes out through her teeth, and draws herself up to her full height.

They swam. The candles don't, however, nor do the locks. She doesn't quite believe what he's saying, but the illusion is so thorough it speaks to a control of the situation she needs to be just as leery of.]


If you must know, I was following a client. Professional ethics forbid me saying more than that, and even if they didn't, he did not visit me using his own name. Which is precisely why I was following him, before he gave me the slip, so there's little else to say.

[Irene's mind is a mess of wheels within wheels. None of what she says is a lie, nor is it the full truth. She lights it with indignation and belief, though, and perhaps the only real deception is that she's letting him think that all she is is a woman of ill repute.]

I don't suppose you'd like to dispel with the posturing and explain exactly what you're talking about?
onewrongword: (Cutting Glance)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-12 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He does not believe her to be a common anything, really. ]

He is putting you -- and himself -- in grave danger. Our worlds do not cross over well. [ And neither do their politics. ]

Appearance? Not that one cannot disguise it, but it will be a lead.

I am trying to find someone who is putting himself-- and an innocent woman--at risk when our world teeters at the brink of war. If he happens to be a man that thinks with his prick and has nothing more of value, so be it.

[ But the only other wizard in the area is Wormtail. He doubts that Irene would touch him, even for all the money in the world, but she could be manipulated, bespelled... foul, but Peter Pettigrew is the lowest of the low. There are no depths to which he could sink that would really surprise Snape. ]
riding_crop: (Default)

[personal profile] riding_crop 2012-09-12 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry, but we've reached the point now where you shall have to force this issue. Do you really intend to?

[Eyebrows arching politely.]

Or shall I strike him off my roster and go my way?
onewrongword: (Default)

[personal profile] onewrongword 2012-09-16 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
I do not need to use force. I can simply rip the answers from your mind. Asking is is simply more expedient and less.. repugnant.

[ He does not enjoy legilimency in such a fashion. It leaves him with a sour taste in his mouth, for a time when he did so willingly for his Dark Lord. ]

[Now, it just makes him feel vile. A necessary evil, to keep an idiot boy safe. No more and no less. He doesn't want to have to find out if Pettigrew's endangering everything, but ... again. Ugly, necessary evils. ]


That would be wise, regardless.
dickandharry: (Sneaky)

09, have a Harry raised as Dick Grayson

[personal profile] dickandharry 2012-09-09 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[For whatever reason, be it too much dessert earlier, the nocturnal nature of the Bat-family, or just general antsyness, Dick Grayson was having an incredibly difficult time falling asleep. And so, foolhardy teenager that he was, he had decided to go on a run around the school in the middle of the night. When he was done, he snuck back in quietly, turned a corner, and smacked straight into Severus Snape.]

...ah, crap.
whatatoolhewas: (Contemplative)

Jeff "Joker" Moreau

[personal profile] whatatoolhewas 2012-09-09 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
burping: (around ♛ walk away)

princess mithian ❧ merlin bbc

[personal profile] burping 2012-09-09 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
moimin_papa: (Content)

Finland | Hetalia | OTA

[personal profile] moimin_papa 2012-09-09 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
laukr: (pic#4697001)

6~

[personal profile] laukr 2012-09-09 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, there's a lot to think about, right? Norway has been just rolling in the bed for a while. He goes to sleep early, probably long before Finland. Usually at least. Right now he's still just watching shadows darken at the corners while everything that has happened is circling pointlessly in his head.]
moimin_papa: (Moomin snuggle)

[personal profile] moimin_papa 2012-09-09 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Finland comes to bed around 11, after doing his chores for the day, and taking some time to curl up on the sofa with a book. When he comes upstairs, he's already sleepy, yawning to himself as he brushes his teeth, and then again as he changes into his pyjamas, using the light from the corridor to see rather than turning the bedroom light on.

Eventually he slips into bed, easing his way under the covers and then moving over to wrap an arm around Norway. He's expecting him to be asleep, and doesn't want to wake him by disturbing him, so he just fits himself around him as best he can, hiding yet another yawn in his shoulder and then settling down.
]
laukr: (pic#3689898)

[personal profile] laukr 2012-09-09 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Norway shifts as Finland wraps an arm around him, turning around a bit at first to look at him - well, at least as well as he can look at him in the dark. Norway's eyes are already used to night and he can easily imagine the rest. He turns to his back fully, face turned towards Finland with eyes wide open.

He's cute when sleepy, too. Finland is always cute, really. (Not always, but close enough, really...) Norway leans in to nuzzle his jaw tentatively, just to do something.]
moimin_papa: (Default)

[personal profile] moimin_papa 2012-09-09 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Finland makes a sleepy noise when Norway turns to him, cuddling him in closer, and then opens his eyes at the soft nuzzle. His lips find Norway's forehead, pressing a slightly sloppy kiss there.]

Did I wake y'? [His voice is heavy with sleep, and he mumbles a little.]
laukr: (pic#3689839)

[personal profile] laukr 2012-09-09 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Nope. [Norway turns the whole way towards Finland and throws an arm around him, on his shoulder to be exact, playing with Finland's hair a bit. He doesn't say more. If Finland were to fall asleep, that'd be okay. Norway will just hold him...]
moimin_papa: (Glancing)

[personal profile] moimin_papa 2012-09-09 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
You have work in the morning. [It's not really a reminder, Norway doesn't need it. More a question; what would keep you up when you have to wake. Finland doesn't want to ask outright, in case Norway doesn't want to talk about it, but in an attempt to wake himself up more he shifts and draws Norway in closer to himself, his hand slowly rubbing Norway's back.]
laukr: (pic#3227909)

[personal profile] laukr 2012-09-09 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[Norway ducks his head under Finland's chin and presses his face against Finland's neck in a vague attempt to just calm down enough to catch sleep.] Can't sleep, [he says with a small shrug while letting his fingers brush through Finland's hair.] ...mind doesn't want ta quiet down. [Usually he wouldn't say anything, but this is comfortable, and he feels safe.]
moimin_papa: (Content)

[personal profile] moimin_papa 2012-09-09 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Finland scoots his arm under Norway's head as he moves. It's odd to be holding the older Nation like this, but nice as well, and he noses into his hair softly, slowly rubbing his back.] Would talking help?
chambermaid: (around ❧ corridor)

gwen ❧ merlin bbc

[personal profile] chambermaid 2012-09-09 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
agent_romanoff: (Default)

Natasha Romanoff | MCU

[personal profile] agent_romanoff 2012-09-09 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[No 7]
nitwit: (p a u s e → the fabric of your flesh)

Lydia Martin | Teen Wolf

[personal profile] nitwit 2012-09-09 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
thedominatrix: (at least i think i do.)

irene adler | bbc sherlock

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-09-09 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
demoiselle: (twist ✘ you contain in your eyes)

anger. (tw: murder)

[personal profile] demoiselle 2012-09-10 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
Most people don't believe the rumours about Milla Stein's temper. It's not hard to see why someone might want to discredit her - very young and very wealthy and a little bit giddy, arguably lazy and self-indulgent and always indifferent to the opinions of others. As sweet as she can be, it's that arrogance coupled with the rest of her that rubs people the wrong way, and people already primed to think the worst of someone will say or believe just about anything--

Nobody said anything about this, three in the morning, her knee in Irene's host's spine, the sturdier chain necklace she'd worn earlier (her usual diamond pendant tucked under the neckline of her dress) around his throat, his hands clawing increasingly weakly at the bloody mess. It can't be said to be a struggle, because there's no battle for dominance going on here- he might be trying to fight, but he doesn't succeed in even disturbing Milla's seat behind him, braced so securely it seems as if she could do this all night without breaking a sweat.

“There, now,” she says, in her almost-sweet, accented English, as he starts to slacken underneath her. “There.”

(No one else was supposed to be here.)
Edited 2012-09-10 09:42 (UTC)
thedominatrix: (batshit genius scientist prophet goddess)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-09-10 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Regrettably, Irene specialises in being where she shouldn't be.

She is probably too calm as she watches Milla commit murder from the (false) security of the cracked-open door. Perhaps it helps that she came here already thinking along the lines of crime. Or perhaps it's just that this is how her mind works. Rather a lot of people want to call her a hardened criminal these days- she's of the impression that nothing's hardened her, nothing possibly could, she's just like this. Aside from the initial shock and admitted vague disgust, aside from how she wets her lips and feels her stomach churn, she finds she has mainly practical concerns: namely, how is this going to reflect on me? Who saw her come this way, if anyone? Who would have heard her footsteps? Will her empty bed be found? It would be obscenely easy for her to be implicated- and she has to admit, it would make a terrific story. She can almost imagine the headlines and the femme fatale puns.

It's not particularly fair, but then life isn't. She only came here, barefoot and in her robe, dressed as if she's been tossing and turning and lovesick when she hasn't even gone to bed, for the purpose of a very simple, easy seduce-and-destroy plan born more out of boredom than any desire for something only her host could give- could have given her and suddenly she's either witness or accessory to murder. Messy. Does accessory to murder happen that way? Well, she's not stopping it, just watching on with something that looks like clinical interest, her face blank as thousands of possible schemes run through her head. She will, of course, have to get away. In fact, she should run now. She should definitely run now.

--she's not, though. Instead her phone is in her hand and she's brimming with a kind of recklessness and the distant part of her which would be amazed at her own actions- not necessarily ashamed but amazed, the part of her which is slightly outside herself, third-personning- just suddenly blinks out like a birthday candle blown out, flaring then entirely gone, and she stops narrating her life to concentrate on living it. She backs away slowly while trying to ensure that she gets just one shot of what she needs, not breathing.
demoiselle: (control ✘ which make the hero weak)

[personal profile] demoiselle 2012-09-10 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The sound that it makes is- almost nothing. Barely there. Impossible for her to have heard, and yet. And yet Milla's head snaps up like it was the sound of gunfire, and the expression on her face cannot be replicated by someone with anything like humanity left in their heart. The word inhuman was created for this moment, and the worst part isn't the rage- there isn't rage, it wasn't rage that drove her to this so much as restlessness, the realization of a connection and the desire to crush it the way she just did his throat.

Gemma is perfect, in her memory. She knows that she loved her. This is for Gemma, because she loved her, because she was perfect. She knows this to be true the way she knows that it would be the work of mere seconds to break Irene's throat where she is now holding it against the far wall of the hall, this soft (beautiful) human woman's skin warm and so easily broken under the terrifying strength of her hand, the door slammed open between them and it's so sudden, it's as if there was no gap between being there and being here and in her free hand she is holding Irene's phone.

Her head tilts.

It would be such a waste, though...

She rolls her lip in her teeth, tilts her chin a little, and starts to smile.

“I think,” she says, in a confiding tone, as if they're girlfriends now, like this is a slumber party and they're going to tell each other secrets, “that you would like me to break this even less than your lovely neck. You like stories.” Leaning in, “Tell me a story, Irene.”
thedominatrix: (z; ...Oh. That's not good.)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-09-10 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Irene doesn't scream; there isn't enough air or time and even while she's gasping in shock and fear she's thinking that calling attention to this little scene is the last thing she wants. No distractions, that's important, just her and Milla and the phone and she has a chance, maybe, of getting out of this alive and intact. No one else can intrude and no one else can help her.
 
She's alive right now, almost painfully so, and she realises the full implications of that. From the impression she's given so far, Milla doesn't hesitate. She might play, but that's alright; as long as there's a game at work, Irene knows what she's doing. She's got her foot in the door and there is a lot to be afraid of, but there always is.
 
Her hands are up in a gesture of surrender or perhaps a last ditch tada, difficult to tell because of the way her lips twist upwards for a moment- a response not unlike raising a shield, automatic by now. Her breathing is loud in the silence she allows before her response. Her eyes slip to the phone again and again. The first few times are accidental, nervous. After that, she decides to go with it, flatter Milla with her own fear.
 
"A story," she says, eyes fixing on Milla's now as she reins herself in and settles to the role, shaking loose curls of hair out of her eyes. She casts around for the best story she knows and realises it's pointless; it's all in the telling. There's one she tells best and never tells at all. "How about mine?"
 
(Her voice, she thinks with rigid coiled-spring calm, narrating again, has always sounded good when husky; she doesn't like being choked or grabbed by the throat, but it's more attractive than guns and knives, a prettier picture, and she can work with it).
demoiselle: (stirred ✘ like a stormy night)

[personal profile] demoiselle 2012-09-10 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Milla smiles, and Irene is too smart to think that reaction is in itself anything good. Her interest is- dangerous, with her eyes so bright up close, mad and manic. It doesn't seem precisely as if the persona she inhabits daily is...false, per se, because she can't be said to have dropped it, now. It's only that it's the tip of the iceberg, and the monstrosity of her goes down deep, down to where there aren't even names for it.

“Tell me yours,” she invites, holding Irene's phone behind her back; it's almost incongruous, like she might rock up onto the balls of her feet, girlish. “Perhaps I tell you mine.” Or she could just buy the book. Pitiful, traitorous Laura had wanted her story so badly- see how far that got her, in the end.
Edited 2012-09-10 13:33 (UTC)
thedominatrix: (z; All I'm hearing is 'smack me'.)

[personal profile] thedominatrix 2012-09-11 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Irene takes a long, shuddering breath, staring into Milla's eyes. Her voice is lilting, husky; "I won't bore you with humble beginnings right away. Let's start where I hope it doesn't end, shall we? He had something I wanted." Her hand slides up, wraps around Milla's wrist- it's a pointless gesture and she knows it, isn't trying to fight her or even grip her. "It wasn't his money, though he was going to give me that too. But that's not the point. When I was younger..."

She slows herself down, tips her head back slightly, the wall cold against her back. "I don't suppose you've ever wanted money? They say it's the root of all evil. What nonsense. Evil creates itself, if you believe in that sort of thing." She wonders if Milla does- wonders if she looks in the mirror and stares into her own eyes and sees what Irene's seeing, which is something wrong. "Money's not bad or good, it's just money. And for a long time, I thought money was the only thing anyone should ever crave."

Her voice is almost a whisper, and she smiles slowly, wondering what she's doing then distantly deciding she's done it now, best to just deal with it as best she can. If there's a game, she can win- she reminds herself. "I'm never going to write an autobiography- it would devalue this immensely- but I think if I did, chapter one would have to be all about shoplifting lipstick. At the time, I honestly thought I just wanted something I couldn't afford. I didn't realise the real pleasure was in the taking."

Which isn't to say she's going to embrace asceticism, or that money is something somehow beneath her, or that she will ever have a concept of enough. All she's trying to illustrate is her compulsion to overpower, to outwit, to take and take and take.

Charisa Sosa ~The A-Team~

[personal profile] captainsosa 2012-09-09 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
zordaar: (Talk to the hair.)

63!sherlock holmes | bbc sherlock

[personal profile] zordaar 2012-09-09 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
snowborn: (demystify your uncommon dreams)

loki ♛ mcu

[personal profile] snowborn 2012-09-09 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
→ any canonpoint is fine
→ open to alignment swaps and other AUs, lmk how you want to do dis shit and we're good to go
→ shipping is ok if you prefer, but no smut please!
Edited 2012-09-09 18:12 (UTC)
nottheshoe: (♕ the news is out.)

nike crawford-marine ♕ original ♕ ota

[personal profile] nottheshoe 2012-09-09 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)

4?

[personal profile] bratofbengal 2012-09-09 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cue a certain prince walking down the hall, past endless rows of doors to find himself something to do. Maybe if he finds some food already prepared, he'll eat it...]
nottheshoe: (♕ whatcha waitin' for)

'Sho!

[personal profile] nottheshoe 2012-09-11 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[She wasn't sure if she hated late nights in the palace or liked the fact that she could blend into the dark. No one to hassle her with duty or titles or schedules, just herself and her thoughts floating along.


Still, the queen hadn't been expecting to bump into her other royal guest.

And once she spots him, she's not sure if she should run or try to make conversation-- either way the decision is made for her by the very fact that he can probably see her.
]

[personal profile] bratofbengal 2012-09-13 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Indeed, he does spot her and he just grins and waves at her.

And then he sort swaggers over towards her.]


Nike! Why are you up?
heart_beats: (Not really in the mood. Sorry)

Alice Liddell | Heart no Kuni no Alice

[personal profile] heart_beats 2012-09-09 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
astronomer: (this is about glaciers.)

alice morgan | luther

[personal profile] astronomer 2012-09-09 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
ivebeenclose: (Default)

07.

[personal profile] ivebeenclose 2012-09-09 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tony's been up for a while, unable, in the middle of what feels like a particularly dark and heavy night, to shake off his saved-up gloom. He roams the house a while before heading for the front room--

Which is already occupied.]


Sorry. I hope I didn't wake you, pacing in the hall. I'll just. Go sit.
astronomer: (something beginning with a big bang.)

[personal profile] astronomer 2012-09-09 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Not at all.

[Alice's voice is quiet, clipped, pleasant, and her smile is the same; there is an odd default stillness about her that is almost uncanny. She closes her book, fixes him with a level look.]

I was wondering when you were going to come in here. Is sitting really going to work, do you think? Considering your instinct is to pace when you're fretful.
ivebeenclose: (sympathy)

[personal profile] ivebeenclose 2012-09-10 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Is it? Mm. I suppose it is.

[He flings himself into a chair facing the window, shoulders raising in a shrug.]

Sitting itself may not do much good but perhaps the change? Not pacing, sitting, change can do one good.

Also it seemed more polite.
astronomer: (and we are lying under...)

[personal profile] astronomer 2012-09-16 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Or change can be a stressor; there isn't a cheat code to the human mind.

[She's not arguing with him so much as absently stating facts; it's purely hypothetical. She smiles wider. Again, slightly unsettling.]

Politeness for my sake?

ivebeenclose: (sympathy)

[personal profile] ivebeenclose 2012-09-19 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Good thing there's not; I'd be out a job.

...But then there'd be more time for video games. I wouldn't have to be tempted by cheat codes then. Hm.

[He shrugs, spreading his hands slightly.]

I suppose I thought so. But when you get down to it, as much as you think you're being polite for the other person's sake, it's really for your own sake, isn't it? You're polite because you hope you get something in return, even something as small as acceptance.

03.

[personal profile] isnitroglycerin 2012-09-09 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
After a day that seemed would never end John was finally able to go home. This of course not without a bit of pain from being pushed off a roof, albeit luckily not a very high roof. Usually he could have landed alright from a short distance fall but he'd come down without warning so quick, his body crashed down onto a metal dumpster.

At first the pain hadn't been so bad, but now as it had time to settle in his body was beginning to ache more. Enough that he just couldn't sleep or stay seated or laying down in one place for too long. He began to rummage for painkillers of some sort.
astronomer: (boom! boom!)

[personal profile] astronomer 2012-09-09 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you know, most people would at least call off work early after falling off a roof."

God only knows how Alice got in; God only knows how she knows the details of his day. She does that. It's nothing, really- a knack with locks, computer know-how, the knowledge that it is astonishing what people will tell you if you just ask and act like it's only right that you be answered- but it gives the impression of omniscience and omnipresence, painting her as some terrible, murderous guardian angel.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Being pushed. Credit where credit's due, after all." She's in outdoor clothing, and she holds up a gloved hand. Between her finger and thumb is a strip of pills- strong pain killers, not usually available over the counter. She looks distinctly smug.
bitchesandbreadstix: (Default)

Santana Lopez | Glee

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-09 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[F/F for shippy, otherwise OTA]
somanylyrics: (just walk away)

6.

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-10 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[brittany has been tossing and turning in her bed for hours. she's trying to sleep, she wants to sleep, but she can't. she's thinking too much about the new school year and what it will bring. sure, she's excited for it, but she's also starting to get nervous. nothing will be the same as it was.

she flops over again and looks over to where lord tubbington is sleeping peacefully. she wishes she could sleep like him. of course he takes sleeping pills, so that helps. she's not so sure she should take sleeping pills. what if they're just for cats?

she doesn't know what to do. with a huff she reaches for her cell phone and calls santana. she would text, but it takes so long to get all the words right.]
bitchesandbreadstix: (bored)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-10 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Santana eventually fell asleep, hating that her bed still felt too big without Brittany pressed against her back.

She groans, pulling the cover over her head, but reaches out to answer the phone anyway. There aren't many people who would call her at this hour- it would only be her mom or-]


Britt?

[The ringtone said it all really. She yawns, her voice still laced with sleep, but does her best to wake up]
somanylyrics: (hold on I'm thinking)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-10 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't want to take sleeping pills, because I don't want to fall asleep in the litter box.

[yes. this makes perfect sense to her. after all, it was only yesterday she found her cat asleep in the litter box.

though she does relax a bit at the sound of santana's voice. she stretches out on her back and stares up at the dark ceiling.]
bitchesandbreadstix: (hmm)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-10 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Santana chuckles, rolling to to her side to make herself more comfortable]

You won't fall asleep in the litter box if you take them when you're lying in bed, B.

[Santana hates that she has to take them at all]

Can't sleep, huh?
somanylyrics: (sadface)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-11 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[she still isn't so sure about it. she doesn't want to steal lord tubbinton's pills because he might get mad at her.]

No, I'm worried about school starting.
bitchesandbreadstix: (bored)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-11 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana folds an arm under her head and presses the phone closer to her ear.]

What are you worried about, Britt-Britt?
somanylyrics: (pouty pout)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-11 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
All the seniors graduated, so they won't be there on the first day of school. Right? ...you won't be there.

[she rolls over on her stomach and drops her chin in her hand with a pout. can you hear her pout santana?]
bitchesandbreadstix: (sad)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-11 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana can hear the pout, and it makes her chest hurt.]

But you'll still have Trouty, Wheels, Girl Chang...not all the other Cheerios are that bad...

[Santana swallows thickly, pulling her blanket further over her head] And if anyone bothers you, tell me and i'll go all Lime Heights on them. No one messes with my girl.
somanylyrics: (like my shirt?)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-11 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
You're right...and the rest of Glee is still one big family...

[she trails off and considers it and sighs]

Maybe I have to learn to go Lima Heights without you. I think I could take them, don't you?
bitchesandbreadstix: (smirk)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-11 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Course you could, babe. [She means it.] They wouldn't know what hit them.

[Santana goes quiet, content enough just to listen to Brittany on the other side of the phone]

You know I'm not going anywhere, right? [she mumbles] I know I'm not there, but...I'm just a phone call away.
somanylyrics: (with Santana - secrets)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-11 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Bitches can't touch me.

[at that she bites her bottom lip a bit and nods. then she remembers that santana can't see her nodding]

I know. I'm still gonna miss you though.
bitchesandbreadstix: (brittana1)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-11 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
I'm gonna miss you too.

[Santana really wishes she was there next to Brittany right now]

So, so much.
somanylyrics: (sadface)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-11 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[and hearing that just makes britt pout more. she kicks her blankets off and flops around to her back, still trying to get comfortable]

I want to see you.
bitchesandbreadstix: (shrug)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-11 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not leaving for a few more days. [Santana swings herself out of bed and pads through the house quietly. She doesn't want to wake her mom.

She would already be over at Brittany's if their parents hadn't agree that spending time apart would get them used to it before school starts.]


You could come over?
somanylyrics: (lost)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-12 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think I'm supposed to.

[her voice is quiet, a whisper, like someone might be listening. even though no one probably is.]

What if someone sees me?
bitchesandbreadstix: (what)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-12 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Do you want me to come over then?

[Santana doesn't care if she's the one who get's caught, as long as Brittany doesn't get in trouble.]
somanylyrics: (hold on I'm thinking)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-12 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[she thinks about it for a moment..]

Let's go to the park and play on the swings.
bitchesandbreadstix: (smile)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-12 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. [Santana grins and goes to find a comfortable pair of sneakers to put on]

I'll see you there.

[She rushes around the house, grabbing a jacket and her keys before slipping out the front door. It's a nice night, so there's no point in driving. It doesn't take her long to reach the park, and she waits for Brittany on the swings.

She looks up at the stars with a sigh and kicks her legs under her to push herself backwards slightly]
somanylyrics: (squee)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-12 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[britt grins and hops out of bed. she also gets ready and heads towards the park. when she sees santana she walks up and stands in front of her with a big smile]

Want a push?
bitchesandbreadstix: (shrug)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-13 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana holds onto the chains of the swings and digs her heels into the ground to slow herself down. She leans back, grinning as she looks up at Brittany]

Sure.
somanylyrics: (I have pretty hair)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-13 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[brittany bounces a bit and goes around behind santana. she holds on to either side of the swing and gives it a small push to start.]

I think this was the best idea I ever had.
bitchesandbreadstix: (hmm)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-13 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
It's definitely one of them.

[Santana lifts her feet off the floor and lets Brittany push her for a while. She glances over her shoulder, trying to meet Brittany's eye without falling off the swing]

Feeling better?
somanylyrics: (totally awesome)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-13 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[there's a cute little smile at that, and she continues pushing]

Yeah. I just don't want to think about the start of school right now. I want to spend time with you.
bitchesandbreadstix: (brittana1)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-13 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana would happily spend all day, everyday with Brittany until she leaves if she was allowed. Ugh, parents and their rules.

She comes to a sudden stop and jumps off the swing.]


Come on. Your turn.
somanylyrics: (with Santana - a look)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-13 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Okay!

[britt takes her seat on the swing and wraps her hands around the chains. she likes that the seat is all warm for her. she spins sideways a little in the swing as she waits and watches santana.

she doesn't really know what she's going to do. to go from being used to talking to someone every day, almost all day with texts and school, to that person moving away...it's just too much.]
bitchesandbreadstix: (sad)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-13 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Santana walks around Brittany and starts pushing her. This is how it's supposed to be- them against the world. Together. Not having to worry about whether or not they can survive long distance.

Which they totally will. Right?

Santana waits until Brittany slows down a little before wrapping her arms around her shoulders from behind. She presses her face against the side of Brittany's neck]


You should be coming with me.
somanylyrics: (lost)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-14 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
[she leans back against santana and closes her eyes. it feels nice to be close to her, it feels nice to be held in that way.]

I wish I could.
bitchesandbreadstix: (sad)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-14 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana hugs tighter]

Screw McKinley. Come with me anyway.

[They both know she can't do that, but it's a nice dream.]
somanylyrics: (I have pretty hair)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-14 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[she smiles softly, going along with the idea for a moment]

What would we do?
bitchesandbreadstix: (bored)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-14 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana shrugs]

You could hide in my dorm room, or we can use the money my mom gave me.

[She sighs against her neck] Go to New York. Go anywhere we want.
somanylyrics: (sitting pretty)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-14 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[a soft content hum sounds on her lips]

New York. You could be a star and I'll open a rehab center for pets.
bitchesandbreadstix: (smile)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-14 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana smiles softly against the side of Brittany's head]

Sounds perfect.
somanylyrics: (like my shirt?)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-14 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
And we'll have six kids, and they can be a glee club.
bitchesandbreadstix: (shock)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-14 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Six? [Santana chuckles, quirking an eyebrow]

How about...two? And they can join their school glee club instead?
somanylyrics: (I have a theory...)

that icon. so perfect.

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-14 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[she laughs]

Okay. Two. One boy and one girl. And they'll be the best at glee, and she can be a cheerleader like us.
bitchesandbreadstix: (shrug)

i know, right!

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-14 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
If that's what she wants. [It's not that Santana hasn't thought about the 'kids with Brittany' topic. Because she has. A lot. They just haven't talked about it...out loud.]

You can teach them to dance, and I can teach them to go all Lima Heights on anyone who gives them a hard time. [She jokes with a grin]
somanylyrics: (is that true?)

loving this, btw

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-14 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[brittany isn't really being that serious right now. just talking fairy tales. though she does know that it would be really awesome to have a family with her favorite person in the whole world. it'd be magic.

a long time down in the future.

she tilts her head up so she can look at santana]


And we'll be happy and together, right?
bitchesandbreadstix: (yup)

same :3

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-14 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[When it comes to Brittany, and the future, Santana knows what she wants. She has come a long way from keeping everything inside- dreaming about what she wants- to actually trying to make them a reality.

Santana gives Brittany a lopsided grin, running one of her hands down Brittany's arm to lace their fingers together]


Duh.
somanylyrics: (it's funny)

XD

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-14 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[britt jumps up, holding to santana's hand]

Come on, I have an idea.

[and if santana let's her she'll be running and pulling santana with her]
bitchesandbreadstix: (what)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-14 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
An ide- woah. Britt?!

[Santana makes sure she doesn't fall over the swing before letting herself be dragged to..wherever..by Brittany]

What idea? [she tries to think of where Brittany's leading her to with a laugh.] Where are we going, B?
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[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-14 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Over here.

[she leads the way to where the slides are and where kids can climb and run around, and takes them to the highest platform. she tilts her head back]

Look, we can see the stars.

[then she sits down]
bitchesandbreadstix: (hmm)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-15 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana climbs up after her and sits down. She looks up with a smile, glancing between the different constellations.]

So, this is your idea? To look at the stars? [She's genuinely curious. Why did they have to run?]
somanylyrics: (huh?)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-16 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, isn't it pretty?

[because. she was excited? best not to question the things brittany does.

she does wrap her arm around santana's shoulders though and pulls her in close]
bitchesandbreadstix: (stare)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-17 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana turns her head to look at Brittany with a soft smile. This is just one of the things she's going to miss the most. Just being this close to her]

Beautiful.

[She's still staring at Brittany. Sure, it's cheesy, but right now Santana doesn't give a damn.]
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[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-17 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[brittany doesn't notice at the moment, her head is tipped back and she's looking up at the sky.]

It will be like that movie. About the mice. We can both look up at the sky and know that we're seeing the same sky.
bitchesandbreadstix: (shrug)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-17 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [Santana chuckles, finally looking away from Brittany and up to the sky.

She rests her head further on Brittany's shoulder, and sighs]
somanylyrics: (with Santana - secrets)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-18 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[at that brittany rests her head to the top of santana's]

Don't be sad. We'll be okay.


Right?

[she pulls up to look over at her]
bitchesandbreadstix: (stare)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-18 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Definitely.

[Santana doesn't hesitate to answer. If there's one thing she's sure about, it's them.

She pulls Brittany back down and presses her lips against her jaw]


We'll be fine.
somanylyrics: (with Santana - secrets)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-19 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[she leans in to that and sighs]

Nothing can stop us.

[then brittany turns just so to catch the kiss on her lips]
bitchesandbreadstix: (kiss)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-19 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana breaks that kiss to tilt her head up and press her lips against Brittany's properly. She should be cutting back on kisses- learning how to live without them everyday, but she can't.]

Love you, B.
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[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-19 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[brittany is against cutting back on kisses. she plans on getting as many as she can before santana leaves]

Love you, too.
bitchesandbreadstix: (frown)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-19 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana is so okay with that.]

We should go back, [She mumbles reluctantly] before someone realises we're gone.
somanylyrics: (pouty pout)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-19 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[brittany pouts a bit, but nods]

Okay. I guess you're right.

[she slowly pulls herself to her feet and reaches out for santana's hands to help her up]
bitchesandbreadstix: (shrug)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-19 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
We'll hang out later on. [She promises, taking Brittany's hand.

Sure, she has to pack, but it's much more fun with Brittany around.]
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[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-21 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. After we both sleep.

[she nods. she hates every time she has to leave santana, but she doesn't want to think about that now.]
bitchesandbreadstix: (shrug)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-22 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Come on. [Santana tugs Brittany's hand gently, heading the direction of Brittany's house] I'll walk you home.
somanylyrics: (with Santana - a look)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-22 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[this makes Brittany smile and she stays close to santana, still holding her hand]

You're such a gentleman.

[teasing in her own brittany way]
bitchesandbreadstix: (smirk)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-22 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana clicks her tongue] Well someone has to show the guys how it's done.

[She grins, bumping against Brittany slightly]
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[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-22 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[britt laughs and bumps back before skipping a couple of steps]

You're better than any guy.
bitchesandbreadstix: (yup)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-22 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana raises her eyebrows suggestively with a smirk on her face]

I know.
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[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-23 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[brittany isn't usually great with getting looks, but that one she gets. of course she does.]

You're the best. But probably because you're you.
bitchesandbreadstix: (smile)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-23 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Santana ducks her head and smiles to herself. She knows she's blushing- Brittany just does that to her, especially when she says things like that]

You're not so bad yourself.
somanylyrics: (sitting pretty)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-23 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[and she just smiles with a nod]

I know. I'm really good.
bitchesandbreadstix: (hmm)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-23 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
You really, really are.

[Santana agrees with a hum, turning down into the street Brittany lives on]
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[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-26 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[she grins and swings santana's hand as they turn]

We both are. It's why we're the best.
bitchesandbreadstix: (smile)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-26 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Totally.

[Santana laughs, stopping a few houses away from Brittany's and pulls Brittany towards her]

Taking you to your front door probably isn't the best idea, huh?
somanylyrics: (pouty pout)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-28 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[she glances over her shoulder, then looks back at santana with a slight pout]

Probably not.

[she sets her hands at santana's waist and moves closer]

I can try to come over tomorrow?
bitchesandbreadstix: (yup)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-28 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's neck and nods]

Yeah, definitely. Just come over whenever.
somanylyrics: (with Santana - a look)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-28 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[she leans forward and gives santana a light kiss on the lips]

Goodnight.
bitchesandbreadstix: (brittana1)

[personal profile] bitchesandbreadstix 2012-09-28 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Night.

[Santana reluctantly let her go]

Love you.
somanylyrics: (with Santana - secrets)

[personal profile] somanylyrics 2012-09-29 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Love you too.

[britt takes a few steps backwards, giving a small wave with a little smile, then turns to go. she glances over her shoulder back at santana as she makes her way up her driveway.]
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