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[ They're sparring. It's normal, really. You gotta keep fit when you're fighting the Galra, right? Besides, they have to try and keep up with Keith somehow. So here they are. Pidge is sweating and tired. She's smaller than the others and it feels like she has to work harder than them to match up--so maybe that's why she's so fierce.
It's during one of her furious attacks that things get a little weird? Maybe? She ducks under Lance's guard and launches herself at him, full force and the pair of them go tumbling to the floor in a tangle of limbs and Pidge finds herself landing astride Lance, her hands on his chest through the thin fabric of his athletic shirt. He feels... warm. In a way that she's never really felt or thought about before. She sits there, chest heaving with exertion and her cheeks growing redder and redder. ]
Uh. You okay, Lance? Sorry.
It's during one of her furious attacks that things get a little weird? Maybe? She ducks under Lance's guard and launches herself at him, full force and the pair of them go tumbling to the floor in a tangle of limbs and Pidge finds herself landing astride Lance, her hands on his chest through the thin fabric of his athletic shirt. He feels... warm. In a way that she's never really felt or thought about before. She sits there, chest heaving with exertion and her cheeks growing redder and redder. ]
Uh. You okay, Lance? Sorry.
A childhood doing nothing but studying can result in a few quirks--large vocabulary, blandly educated accent, a runaway sense of superiority--that obfuscate the obvious. Alim Surana is dumb as a brick about most practical matters. Some combination of dumb luck and sheer stubbornness has kept him going to this point, but it's far from rare to catch him doing things like trying to pull an arrowhead out of his arm with his teeth. The theory is good. The locked down jaw keeps any screaming in check and it's getting out of there, isn't it? It's barely even really in, honestly, just caught in a funny spot. One he's almost sure won't bleed too terribly much.
Self-conscious bravado is a factor. So is not wanting to take resources, even attention, from the other poor bastards who keep the darkspawn at bay with him. He is sort of capable of good leadership, if you look at it sideways. He wouldn't admit to an aversion to showing a hint of exploitable weakness, just like he doesn't give any of the scars from the tower any room in daylight.
One way or another he's crammed himself in a corner to be an idiot, but despite a few lessons from Zevran he isn't that stealthy.
Self-conscious bravado is a factor. So is not wanting to take resources, even attention, from the other poor bastards who keep the darkspawn at bay with him. He is sort of capable of good leadership, if you look at it sideways. He wouldn't admit to an aversion to showing a hint of exploitable weakness, just like he doesn't give any of the scars from the tower any room in daylight.
One way or another he's crammed himself in a corner to be an idiot, but despite a few lessons from Zevran he isn't that stealthy.
Ever since Thea's release from the hospital and her splitting for New York within a matter of days she and Matt were making up for lost time. Sure her being on crutches made greeting kisses tricky but it had been worse and harder over the last couple of years. She had also set plans in motion to move to the kitchen on a full time basis, she had too much time to think and knew it was time to regain not just her power but her happiness. "Come spring this will be home." she decided since she and Matt had been in discussions of her moving up full time pre island. But when she hears the door open Thea gets onto her crutches (a knee brace hidden under her jeans) and drops a kiss of greeting onto Matt's cheek. "Plans are in motion, come spring I'm here full time." since she was going home long enough to pack up her apartment.
It's been a long time since a heist went that far south. Normally Len's plans went of without a hitch and even on the ones the Scarlet Speedster showed up on they typically got away with a little something. No, this time they were lucky to even be alive. Not only had the timing been off, something that almost never happened, but Mardon had panicked and shot at the security officer setting off an explosion so massive he'd be surprise if someone didn't die. He himself had been so entranced by the flames that it had taken Lisa, Len and Hartley to pull him away. Everyone had an injury of some kind, thankfully Shawna was able to patch everyone up. Most of the Rogues had vanished into their rooms or moved to another safe house for the night, Mick however grabbed a six pack and went to find their fearless leader who was no doubt a mess of a different sort right now.
He knocked twice on the door before poking his head inside. "Hey boss." He says shutting the door behind him and moving to sit next to Len on his couch. He sits close enough their knees touch through their pants but nothing else is touching and pops the top on a beer bottle taking a long swig. He didn't speak. He would let Len start a conversation if he wanted too, otherwise he just sat being that silent imposing monolith he typically was.
He knocked twice on the door before poking his head inside. "Hey boss." He says shutting the door behind him and moving to sit next to Len on his couch. He sits close enough their knees touch through their pants but nothing else is touching and pops the top on a beer bottle taking a long swig. He didn't speak. He would let Len start a conversation if he wanted too, otherwise he just sat being that silent imposing monolith he typically was.
Lara Jean Covey | To all the boys I've Loved Before | f/m
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2018-09-03 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Touch-starved teenaged boy, not a difficult achievement. Preference for slower burn, not as well versed with smut but willing to give it a shot or let it fade to black. M/M, and if you wanna chitchat cross-canon to determine assumed CR, hell yeah hit me up! I can make any ship float. ]
[F/M, open to a Matt Murdock. Smut should be off comm. Others, please ask!]
[Partial to other androids/tech-based lifeforms for connection.]
[Interested in both canon and cross-canon CR, happy to do things in her world, your character's world, or a jamjar!]
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