bakerstreet | Only they can reach you

; only they can reach you

You're dangerous. In the end, it doesn't matter whether you're a constant flight risk ticking time bomb or someone who's a threat to society when the moon is full or the right magic spells or demon blood enchantment is given; anyone could unluckily wind up on your business end on one bad day. Isn't it better, then, for you to just stay away and build up walls so you never hurt someone else?

There is a someone else that can make all the difference, however. Somehow, they're the only person who can diffuse the bomb that is you. Maybe it's because of your shared history. Maybe they're just the only person you truly like. Whatever the case may be, there's no surprise that you've grown close to them...perhaps too close, though you may not realize depending on how aware of surroundings you are. Now, your emotions are all mixed up, and there could even be lo-

No. Don't focus on that. Instead, just don't question it and only rely on them to get you through spells that make you a danger to yourself and others. Whether they're keeping you at bay, you're having a calm moment with them or battling with the idea of your feelings be known, or otherwise, you should appreciate them, your emotional walls or instability notwithstanding.

Comment with your character, preferences, what side they'll be, and any other information that makes you easily tagged by new people or canon unfamiliar players.

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Play at your own discretion. Emotional, angsty, fluffy, fully romantic, ust, it's up to you.

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[ I feel like I'm obligated to post here haha. Castmates preferred for this one unless we've threaded together before! Also, two warnings: 1) I will be slow & 2) there will more than likely be some triggering issues involved, so if you want me to avoid certain topics, please let me know. ]

[Defenders version naturally. Open to castmates and established CR.]

[Sandworm transformation in progress/complete - lmk wich.]

[AI hotel gone a little loopy.]

[ Older version @

tilleul available by request. She'd be the one doing the reaching, of course. Non-human is fine (but sentient humanoid/transformed is preferred). JRPGs/FFs heavily preferred, as well. ]

[Slow tagging likely. Trying to get my RP/writing mojo back & desperately needing a distraction.]

[Open to most scenarios,favoring Tony or possibly Bruce. Platonic with buildup is best, and maybe expect slowish tags.]

"Elektra put the knife down. Please."

Usually when he's beyond the point of exhaustion that he can barely stay steady on his feet, panting and about to sink to his knees, they've been doing a very different kind of activity. But he's got the dry throat with no hollow laugh, the pain without the pleasure, the strain that wasn't followed by relief.

He could feel the itch as his blood trickled down his skin, dripping onto the cold hard ground like sewer water. His suit might be the only thing holding parts of him together after she got a couple of good nicks and slices in. Maybe a part of him thinks that the knife she's holding is safer in his chest than in her hand, but he's still lucid enough to know which side of the martyrdom or suicidal line he's standing on.

"You don't have to do this anymore."

[The one being the ticking bomb, Obscurial powers and all that]

The way this man said her name suggested a familiarity that felt strange to Elektra. Keeping her distance she watched him, that creature clad in red armour, keeping up with her nobody else had managed so far. It took effort to fight him, and she could feel bruises blossoming under her skin where he'd got her.

He wasn't better, not really, couldn't be when he seemed to be holding back.

Easy prey. Easy kill.

So why wasn't he dead? Why had she been holding back herself? Every time her blade made contact with him something stopped her from slicing through him. Instead she'd only nicked and sliced him superficially. Black Sky could kill this Red Devil, there was no doubt. So...

"Give up. You can't win."

"Okay." It was as simple as that. There was no telling who'd stagger out of this alive if they really let themselves hurt each other, but he wanted her back so desperately that he was willing to ignore the fact that she could just be an ersatz carbon copy of the woman he loved. He'd loved her, and set her free, and she came back to him. And tried to kill him. On more than one occasion. So surely she was his, and he was hers.

"I don't want to win. I haven't been winning. Let's just- let's just stop fighting." Let's be honest. He wants her but he also wants to save her, and he can't really be trusted when he's been trying to convince himself he wants the former more than the latter.

"Do you remember me?"

[ He's been missing for a week. She's been trying not to panic. Thinking maybe he just needs his space. That the doctor's appointment, the day with Jon, dinner with Chloe and Ollie had all been too much for him.

He just needs some space.

But a week stretches even longer, and it's not like him to up and leave like this. That's her move, generally speaking.

And then she gets a call. From Scott Summers, of all fucking people. She's in a car speeding towards Westchester immediately, hands shaking and every single horrible thought imaginable racing through her head as she makes her way to Xavier's.

He's chained up and sedated in one of the examination rooms when she gets there, and she brings all hell down on Hank for the state he's in. Barely conscious, strung up like some kind of prisoner, even though they insist that it's for his own good. That he keeps hurting himself, that he hasn't spoken more than a curse and a growl in days.

She enters the chamber, Hank standing by ready to pump a gallon's worth of sedative through him if he so much as bares a tooth. ]

Victor?

[He doesn't know how long he's been here, or where he actually is. In fact, he doesn't remember much other than the rage that's still coursing through his body. The chains aren't helping with that.

All he knows is that he wants out of here and soon.

Then a voice cuts through the haze that is his mind. It's a good voice, a safe voice though he can't place it at the moment. He turns toward it, trying to make out who it is and if they want to hurt him, too.]

[ It's a strange feeling, locking eyes with a man she's said "I love you" to and barely recognizing him. There's an all consuming rage in his eyes, something dark and angry and distant.

She hesitates, catching that flicker of faint recognition and drawing a little closer. Hank mutters a warning, but she dismisses him, trying to read Victor's gaze. ]

Victor. Victor, it's Lois. Hey, look at me.

[The words are dull and muted, but he thinks he recognizes his name. Victor. That's his name. The rest is a blur and he shakes his head, as if trying to get his brain working properly again.

The figure takes another step toward him and he growls, menacing, but also a signal that he's hurt. Something only an animal would do.]

He can hear me. You have to ease him off the drugs, Hank.

[ She draws a little closer, ignoring Hank's warning again and watching that snarl, that guttural sound that rolls from his throat. ]

Victor, it's me. It's Lois.

[ She reaches a hand out, hesitant. ]

[He tries to take a swipe at her hand, but can't. Chains again and that just makes him angrier. He full on roars this time though not necessarily at her. More at the situation. He somehow feels like he's being teased. Or baited.]

[ She flinches, holding up a hand to stop Hank intervening and standing her ground. ]

Victor... C’mon, Tiger. Come back to me. Please...

[ She presses a hand to his chest, trying to hold his gaze. ]

Victor, look at me. Please.

[He shakes his head again, the words starting to come a little more clearly now.

Tiger?

He looks down at her hand, registering her touch, her scent, and labels it as familiar. Safe. He doesn't say anything, he's not sure he can, but he doesn't make another aggressive move.

He meets her gaze.]

[ She smiles a little, holding his gaze and shifting her hand to stroke her fingers through the beard at his jaw. Soft and slow. ]

Hey. It’s me, it’s Lois.

[ She grazes a thumb over his cheekbone. ]

[This is safe. She's safe.

She's safe.

His voice is raw and rough, but he manages one word.]

Lois?

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