1. [Pushes past someone in doorway.] Move. 2. I didn't want your life story. 3. You still owe me a camera. 4. [Orders another shot and a beer.] 5. [Pillows head on arm at bar.] 6. I'm a P.I., not a babysitter.
[Normally he'd take her for the kind that wants to drink, and forget, and leave her to do just that. Between jobs means he's not looking for trouble and she has the air of one who can probably hold her own if she feels someone's being a nuisance.
But when she orders her second round, so quickly, he can't help that his eyebrows go up.
He sidles closer to her at the half-empty bar so that he's all but standing right next to her, elbows on the surface. He doesn't turn his head when he speaks, addressing the bartender at first.]
Who did, sir? [Noel asks, inbetween boxing the apple pie Sherlock purchased. He's not used to people talking to him about anything other than cakes. He tends to scare people a bit!]
[Something about this seems vaguely...off. That pings his curiosity, as much as the apparent scenario pings whatever inkling of human charity lies within him. He comes closer with a cool smile, genial enough at the outset.]
Sure. I'll take a look. Pop the hood for me, will you?
1. Tell him to take a hike. 2. Nice jacket. [Gestures:] Hand it over. 3. Don't deny it. I have pictures. 4. [In a coffee shop, watching you...] 5. That was never how you felt.
[m/f for anything shippy, please take note of the warnings for this character.]
She was having a very nice chat with a man when he walks over. Almost immediately she turns to her talking companion.
"Take a hike." Oh Goddamit. He's about to get upset when Sally drains his brain of ADH making him need a bathroom more than he's needed anything. Once gone she turns her attention to Kilgrave. She manipulates primary motor cortex to clench his jaw and lips.
- "Gotham needs me, I'm its future." - [Friendless and cornered, slowly bleeding out.] -"You... You will pay for this!" - [Polishing off another glass of wine.]
1. Painfully, he changed “is” to “was.” 2. We’re lying in bed. She’s lying. 3. Strangers. Friends. Best friends. Lovers. Strangers. 4. Buried in a steel casket. Immortal. 5. First heartbreak. Nineteen years wishing. Reunited! 6. She was lovely. Then things changed.
1. But who am I to judge? 2. Where there is darkness, there's light. 3. [ Rolling his eyes, clearly not impressed. ] 4. Shall we go for another round? 5. ( currently voicetesting. )
one } Label--'Not for oral use.' Oops. two } Can I scratch out my existence? three } I asked. You answered with silence. four } Alcohol brought us together. And apart.
And that wasn't an answer for you, in and enough itself?
[He's trying to act indifferent, impatient. There's a terseness though in his voice that betrays she's striking at a deeper nerve. And that irritates him. Almost more with himself than her.]
1. His heart, heavier than her crown. 2. It’s another day. Time to fight. 3. Promises of change begin the routine. 4. Old men start wars, not revolutions. 5. The stray dog knew many tricks. 6. Buried beneath him was my childhood.
1. Bow. Arrows. My aim is true. 2. “Wrong number,” says a familiar voice. 3. Disputes between nations. Sorrow among families. 4. New start. New you. Not you. 5. Beers were cracked, so were jaws.
1. Torched the haystack. Found the needle. 2. Fire! Stopped. Dropped. Rolled… off cliff. 3. Pillows? Swords, Nunchuks, Maces, and Mauls! 4. Only voice: echo. Only friend: shadow. 5. Monday morning, accidental decaf. No survivors.
Will Graham | Hannibal NBC | ota; love cross-canon/OCs
Hey! [ adam laughs, turning to open his hand. there are treats in it that he's been using with his own little mutt. not that dog really needs incentive to be obedient (he's secretly a hellhound, of course he's obedient to his owner), but adam likes rewarding him anyway. right now, he's seated a few feet away with a ball in his mouth, carefully watching his owner and this new dog.
adam dangles one treat over winston's head, beaming. ] Can you sit? [ a glance up at will, and despite being eleven and in dirty trainers and jeans with a torn knee, adam is every inch the son of the morning star. he also gives off the strange impression that he can look right through a person and see everything about them with a single glance. it's nothing personal, he just can't always be 100% human, no matter how much he tries. ] --Does he sit? I'll bet he sits. [ he glances back down to winston. ] You look pretty smart, like Dog.
[In her search for her brother, Karla has been chasing the rumors of a deadly sword wielder making his way through the villages. Upon learning of the last-known location, Karla quickly makes a beeline for it, and is quite surprised to find most of the buildings and houses on fire. Looks like another bandit attack is happening here...]
[She walks down the main roads, mostly ignoring the chaos, the villagers screaming, and any bandits who might be causing trouble. But then the masked man catches her eye. Red hair, black clothes, and a sword sheathed in his hand. She stops with a soft gasp as she lays eyes on him. He's certainly a sword wielder, and she could tell by his appearance that he's a very skilled one. But alas, he's not the one she's looking for...]
Okay, look. Ginny doesn't usually bother people just because she smells magic on them. She understands the need to keep to yourself when you're just going about your day. Sometimes you just want to collect your bat wings or feed your undead children in peace, you know? And it's important to respect that.
But not everyone feels that way. Which is why tonight, at an ungodly hour, Ginny is scooting along subway seats to sit next to a guy who doesn't seem like he'll register her at first.
Just like he hasn't quite registered the group of moderately large, angry-looking guys at the far end of the train car. Seeing as this guy fell asleep, or appears to have fallen asleep.
Just not before Tweedle Dum and co. over there had managed to get a glance at his eyes.
Ginny's slid into the seat nearest the stranger - whose eyes she didn't get a chance to see yet, but whose scent is also unmistakably wolfy - and one converse shoe nudges against the nearest one of his. "Hey. Wake up, buddy." Her voice is a whisper, although it's a pointed rush of one.
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